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2hollis x Female reader text fic
An: I can't believe this is the end to my first fic. I love all my OGs so bad and I hope everyone enjoyed the series I love uu 💋💋
Three knocks hit the door.
Each one is heavier than the last.
Your brain still needs time to process everything.
Another knock lands against the door, louder this time, and before you can talk yourself out of it your feet are already moving. You walk toward the door slowly, heart pounding.
When you open it, Hollis is standing there just like he said.
A bouquet of your favorite flowers hangs loosely from his hand. Rain pours down behind him in a steady, relentless rhythm. His long blonde hair is soaked through, curls starting to show as his bangs stick to his forehead.
For a moment, neither of you speaks.
Then he breaks the silence.
“Can we talk? Just for a second.”
Your jaw tightens immediately.
“No. Hollis, you don’t get to do this bullshit.”
“What bullshit, y/n? I dropped everything to come here for you.”
“Hollis, come any closer to me, and I promise I will slap you. Don’t put any of that on me. I didn’t ask you to do that.”
“Obviously, I know that y/n,” he says quickly, frustration creeping into his voice. “But you wouldn’t answer my calls. What else was I supposed to do?”
“Take the hint,” you snap. “And leave me the fuck alone. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
His posture changes instantly. He drops the flowers from his chest to his side, almost defeated.
Your eyes start to water before you can stop them. Your voice cracks, rough like you haven’t spoken in hours.
“Hollis… this whole thing. Us. It was fucked from the start. I thought I could handle it, but I can’t. Its gonna crash just as fast as it burned. So please… just go.”
“y/n, you don’t get to do this to me.”
He runs a hand through his wet hair, pacing once across your doorstep.
“I let you in,” he continues. “I got to know everything about you. Your little fidgets. Your favorite color. Your favorite snacks. I learned how to cook your favorite food. I keep my apartment freezing when you sleep over because you can’t sleep if it’s even slightly too hot.”
“And now that things get hard, you just want to leave me? Fuck No.”
“Hollis, please, just leave.”
You step forward, closing the distance between you. Your hands press hard against his chest as you shove him.
The mix of rain and tears flows down your face, and you can’t tell the difference. The rain is now pouring down on both of you, soaking through your clothes, but neither of you cares to notice.
Frustration finally snaps inside you. Your fists start pounding against his chest.
“Just go! What the fuck is wrong with you?” you choke out.
Before you can hit him again, his arms wrap around you. Pulling you into his chest.
You break instantly, sobbing into him.
“Baby,” he murmurs, holding you tighter. “You know I would never do anything to hurt you.”
Your voice is muffled against him.
“It’s your life, do what you want,” you mutter.
Hollis pulls away so fast it makes you stumble.
“What the fuck?” he says, staring at you. “This is exactly what I’m talking about.”
His voice cracks with frustration.
“What is it you want, y/n? You want me to beg? Baby, I will beg.”
Before you can react, he drops to his knees in front of you.
He grips your thighs, looking up at you
“y/n,” he says hoarsely. “I’m here right now. I’m yours, baby. Please believe me. You’re the only thing I want.”
His grip tightens slightly.
“I hate seeing you like this. But I can’t fix it if you keep pushing me away.”
The sight of him on his knees makes your stomach drop
The mysterious, confident superstar is kneeling in front of you in the rain, begging for you like you’re the only thing keeping him standing.
Your fingers slide into his wet hair, gripping gently as you tilt his head up so he has no choice but to look at you. His eyes are bloodshot, with dark circles underneath, as if he hasn’t slept properly in days.
“Holli,” you whisper. “Get up. It’s okay.”
He hesitates, like he doesn’t fully believe you.
You take his hand without thinking and pull him inside your apartment. The door shuts behind you with a heavy click.
For a second, neither of you moves. You hear him lay the flowers on your kitchen counter while Water drips from your clothes onto the floor.
Your hair sticks to your face. His shirt clings to his chest.
You lean back against the door, finally looking up at him.
“Who was she?” you ask quietly.
Hollis blinks, caught off guard.
“My manager,” he says immediately. “I was just walking her inside. The fans outside the venue were acting crazy.”
Your eyes narrow slightly. Testing him.
“I couldn’t get you off my mind,” he continues softly. “Not for a second.”
He runs a hand down his face, exhausted.
“Even standing on that stage in the middle of the stadium. All those people screaming. All those bright ass lights flashing at me,” he shakes his head.
“None of it drowned out the thought of you.”
“I just kept thinking about you,” he says. “About getting back to you. Making sure we were okay.”
Now he’s right in front of you.
“You’re the only thing that mattered to me tonight.”
The apartment feels smaller suddenly.
Your voice is barely above a whisper.
"Hollis, you don't have to worry, I'm right here."
For the first time since he arrived, his shoulders finally drop a little.
Like he can breathe again.
The words sit in the air between you, fragile like glass.
Hollis doesn’t move at first. His chest rises and falls hard, rainwater still dripping from the ends of his hair
“It didn't think you were. Even before I left for New York, it felt like you were giving up, ” he says quietly.
Because he isn’t wrong. You were pulling away.
You look down at your hands, still shaking from everything pushing him, yelling, crying. You reach for his sleeve, the fabric cold and soaked.
“I was scared,” you admit. “Everything about this is so overwhelming. You, the tour, the fans, even whatever is happening between us, then I saw that video of you with her. I felt like I was already losing you before you even had the chance to leave.”
“y/n,” he says softly, stepping closer, “look at me.”
His eyes are still red, but there’s something steadier in them now.
“I didn’t fly across the country and cancel an interview for you to think leaving me is still an option .”
He lifts a hand slowly, like he’s giving you time to stop him. When you don’t, his fingers brush your cheek, wiping away tears you didn’t realize were still falling.
“You can't just push me away every time things get hard,” he murmurs.
“I know,” you whisper again.
“I’m gonna keep coming back.”
Finally you laugh weakly. “That’s a terrible habit.”
You shake your head, stepping into him before you can talk yourself out of it. Your arms wrap around his waist, your face pressing into his chest again.
This time he holds you tighter.
“You’re soaking my floor,” you mumble.
He huffs a quiet laugh above your head.
“And you’re trembling from the cold.”
You pull away and look up at him.
“How about we get warmed up?”
You take Hollis’ hand and lead him up the stairs.
The house is quiet except for your footsteps and the soft sound of rain tapping against the windows.
You lead Hollis into your bathroom and turn the shower on. The pipes groan softly before hot water starts rushing out. Steam slowly fills the room.
You glance at yourself in the mirror. Your shorts cling to your skin, your white off-the-shoulder top completely soaked from the rain. The thin fabric sticks to your body, nearly see-through now, your nipples visible beneath it.
Hollis sits against the doorway, watching you with a smirk spread across his face.
His eyes drag slowly over your body.
“I’ve missed you so bad, princess.”
Slowly, you peel the wet clothes off your body, letting them drop to the floor before stepping toward the shower as steam curls through the air.
You step under the stream, and the hot water instantly warms your skin. You tilt your head back, running your hands through your hair.
Behind you, you hear Hollis moving quickly, almost frantically, as he strips off his clothes.
A moment later, the shower curtain shifts.
Hollis steps in behind you, already taking up half the space.
You turn around, smiling softly.
“I’m happy you joined me.”
He raises a brow. “You really think I wouldn’t?”
You take a moment to look at him. How his smile lines crease when he laughs, the way his hair falls across his face, the familiar warmth in his eyes.
You hadn’t realized how much you missed it.
He seems to be doing the same, his fingers tracing slowly down your face like he’s mapping every feature again. Studying you.
Steam materializes the energy within the room.
“y/n,” he says softly. “I want us. For real this time. I want you to be my girlfriend.”
His hand settles gently around your neck, his thumb brushing across your lips.
“Wow. 2Hollis wants to be my boyfriend. I might be the only girl in the world who could reject you.”
He presses his lips together, forming a crooked smile as his thumb presses gently against your mouth, his eyes locked on yours.
“That would be a shame,” he whispers. “But my good girl wouldn’t do that, though… would she?”
You shake your head slowly and smile.
He pulls his thumb away so you can answer.
“Of course, Hollis,” you say softly. “I’d love to be your girlfriend.”
He pulls you into a kiss.
The kiss is deep and desperate, filled with everything the two of you almost lost.
He pulls away only long enough to turn you gently under the stream.
His hard dick presses against your back as his hands slide slowly down your body, slick from the water.
“Can you feel how much I missed you, baby?” he murmurs against your ear.
His hand moves down your chest, squeezing your breast and tugging on your nipple until a moan escapes you.
His hand slides down your stomach, lower until it reaches between your thighs.
“I’m gonna make you feel good, princess,” he says quietly.
His fingers begin rubbing your clit slowly before sliding two fingers inside you, pumping in and out while his mouth finds your neck, sucking harder against your skin.
“Hollis… I need you. Please.”
He lifts one leg onto the shower ledge and bends you forward slightly, lining himself up behind you before pushing into you in one deep thrust.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You feel even better than I remember.”
It had only been 5 days, but your body had missed him like it had been months.
His pace builds quickly, water running down both of your bodies as his strokes grow deeper.
He wraps a hand into your hair, pulling you back against him as his groans grow rough and low in his chest.
You brace both hands against the shower wall, trying to steady yourself as he moves harder.
“Where do you want me, baby?” he mutters between breaths.
His strokes hit perfectly, sending heat through your body.
“I want all of you inside me, Holli,” you gasp.
“And I’m gonna give it to you.”
His pace slows in the final few strokes before he finishes inside you.
For a moment, neither of you moves, the sound of the shower filling the silence.
Then he pulls you back upright, wrapping his arms around you.
“I love you, princess,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss into the top of your head.
You lean back into him as the water runs over both of you.
An: I genuinely hoped you guys enjoyed this series and felt like the ending was fulfilling. The love on this fic meant sm to me. It got me out the burbs, like I love yall so bad 😣. Many more fics to come, mwahh. Use my ask lmk ur opinions on the ending .
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