2hollis x Interviewer female reader mini series
An: yes, new series heh..
Pre-show is always a mess, with the crew running up and down backstage. The higher-ups yell at everyone, trying to get organized for whoever is coming through.
In the middle of all the chaos, you spot a tall blonde figure entering the wings. His presence stands out immediately, contrasting with the crew dressed in all black.
His hair is bright, adding to his surrounding aura. He’s casual in a white wife-pleaser, grey sweatpants, and dark sunglasses.
His friends trail behind him, all moving with an effortless kind of confidence. You can tell the tour definitely isn’t helping their big egos.
His look surprises you. Yes, you’ve seen him before. You do your research on all your interviewees, and you knew he was attractive, but this in person? It was overwhelming.
As Hollis gets closer, you start to remember you’re the one supposed to show them around. You force yourself to move, breaking out of your thoughts as you walk toward him. Halfway there, your eyes meet.
Something about it makes your steps falter for just a second, and you drop your gaze to your shoes to keep going. With each step closer, your heartbeat picks up faster than it should. Your stomach even starts to feel like it’s sinking. You don’t understand why. You’ve worked with artists before, bigger ones, some of your favorites even, and none of them has ever made you feel like this.
Before you can catch yourself, you feel yourself bump into something.
The impact is solid, but slowly, you're realizing you bumped into a person, head hitting their chest, and everything freezes. Then you feel his chest rumbling under your forehead as he laughs.
Heat rushes to your face.
You step back quickly, mortified, but he leans down slightly and gently grabs the sides of your arms, close enough now that you can actually see his eyes behind the tinted lenses.
“Hey,” he says, voice softer than you expected, amused but not mocking. “You okay? You ran into me pretty hard.”
You put your face in your hands for a second, shaking your head. “Yeah, I’m good. I just… got a little lost in thought. Sorry.”
He lets out another quiet laugh, but this time it’s lighter. “No, it’s all good.” He pauses for a second, looking you up and down with a hung smile. “I’m Hollis.”
You let out a small breath and a slight smile, regaining yourself. “Yeah, I know. I’m the one who talked to you earlier. I’m Y/N.”
Something shifts in his expression.
“Oh yeah,” he says, and there’s a different tone in his voice now. “I’ve been excited to meet you.”
Your brows lift slightly.
“Didn’t expect you to be so pretty,” he adds, almost like it slips out before he can stop it.
You tilt your head, a small challenge in your expression. “Oh? So what you thought I’d be ugly?”
He immediately stumbles. “No--I didn’t I mean- -”
You laugh, cutting him off. “Relax, I get it.” You give him a small smile, a little more controlled this time. “Thank you, Hollis. It’s nice to finally meet you. Come on let me show you around.”
when you turn, you can still feel his eyes on you.
You walk the boys through the venue, showing them the dressing rooms, the meet-and-greet space, where the interview will be held, and pretty much everything they’ll need to know.
You try to keep things professional, but every now and then, you catch him watching you, and you're overwhelmed with nerves
By the time you reach the stage, the chaotic noise backstage fades just enough to let the moment settle.
Hollis steps forward, taking in the empty venue. The rows of seats. The barricade. The space that will soon be filled.
He looks… different like this. Quieter. Almost grounded.
“I never get over this,” he says after a moment, his voice softer now. “Being on stage. It still feels like I’m stuck in a dream.”
You nod, stepping up beside him slightly brushing his arm “Yeah. I get what you mean. I bet it feels crazy when people fill this place up just to see you.”
“And from what I’ve heard,” you add, meeting his gaze, “you put on a good show.”
He lets out a small breath and smiles. You can see the smile is covering up his nerves slipping through. “Well… I hope so.”
Then his eyes drop to your lips for just a second, so quick you could think you imagined it.
“Especially now,” he adds quietly. “Since I know you’ll be out there.”
Your stomach tightens, but you don’t let it show.
“Oh wow,” you say lightly, crossing your arms. “Trying to get on my good side before your interview? Smart boy.”
“Nah,” he says, voice lower now. “Just making sure I leave a lasting impression.”
You roll your eyes. “Something tells me people don’t forget you easily.”
“Maybe,” he shrugs slightly, eyes still locked on yours. “But I’m not worried about everyone else right now.”
There’s a beat of silence
“So,” he continues, tilting his head slightly, “you just remember all the artists that come through here?”
You raise an eyebrow. “Well, yes. It comes with the job.”
“You sure you got room in there for me?” he asks, tapping your forehead lightly.
The action pulls a laugh from you.
You let the silence stretch for a second, just to see how long he’ll hold your gaze.
“If you impress me tonight,” you finally say, “maybe I’ll make some.”
Something flashes in his expression, confidence, but sharper now.
“Trust me,” he says, voice steady, “I will.”
Your headset crackles, breaking the moment. Your boss’s voice cuts in, reminding you that Hollis and his openers need to get ready for soundcheck.
You step back slightly, the shift back to reality almost jarring.
“Soundcheck in 15,” you tell him. “I’ve got to finish setting up, so I’ll see you later.”
He nods, but his eyes don’t leave you.
He’s closer than before. You didn’t even hear him move.
“I want you in front of the barricade tonight,” he says, voice firm now. “Make it easy for me to find you.”
Your heart skips, but you cover it with a small smile.
You turn again, walking away before he can read you any further.
And you feel familiar eyes on you the entire way out.
It had been four hours since you last saw Hollis.
And you couldn’t stop replaying the moment you guys had on stage.
The look. How he smiled at you. You've become infatuated with the idea of him looking for you in a room full of people
The main rule of this job is very simple, you don’t get attached to the artists.
And you’ve never had a problem with that before.
But Hollis… he made your moral compass tilt. Just slightly. Definitely enough for you to notice.
Everything was set up for his set, so you made your way in front of the barricade, one of the many perks of the job.
it’s not like you only came because he told you to.
You were going to be here anyway.
For the interview. To ask questions about his performance style….
Yes, it was a cope, but it felt like a good one.
His friends go on before him, and now you understand their ego.
They’re good. Like, actually good. And the crowd eats it up, screaming, jumping, completely immersed in the experience.
By the time Nate finishes, the energy is already high. The crew moves fast, switching lights, adjusting sound. The music between sets builds the anticipation.
Then the chanting starts.
Your chest tightens and you don’t even know why.
Hollis doesn’t just step on stage; he takes it.
The energy shifts instantly. Louder. Heavier. Alive.
He knew exactly where to look.
A smile spreads across his face, bigger than before, and something about it feels… personal.
You try to focus on the performance. You really do.
The way he moves. He doesn’t look rehearsed; it’s natural. You can tell he’s just having fun,
You’ve seen performances before.
But none of them feel like this.
None of them feels like they’re directed at you.
Mid-set, his gaze lands on you again.
He grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it off, dragging it over his head. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you. He’s looking for a reaction from you.
And you may give him one as you feel yourself getting turned on. Your lip makes its way between your teeth, watching him on stage like that. The lighting highlights him perfectly, making you understand why he was referred to as godboy by fans.
The crowd behind you loses it.
Screaming, pushing, hands reaching.
But he’s not even looking at them.
When he throws the shirt into the crowd, he doesn’t break eye contact.
And something about that…
Near the end of the set, your thoughts are all over the place. None of them appropriate for your place of work.
Wondering what he would taste like after such a long, strenuous, sweaty performance. How good he fucks off the post-show high. It made you feel crazy not knowing the answers.
You have to leave before it ends.
Not because you want to, but because you have to.
But maybe it’s the best thing for you to do right now.
The interview still needs to be set up.
You find a spot near the back of the venue. A quiet staircase. It fits low lighting, a little secluded, just enough edge to match his vibe.
You’re adjusting things, trying to focus, but your mind keeps drifting.
Back to the way he looked at you.
You start heading back backstage when you hear your name.
Leaning against the doorway of his dressing room, like he’s been there longer than you realized.
Sweat still on his skin. Hair slightly messy, curls damp.
Your mouth almost goes dry.
“Oh shit, hi,” you say, trying to sound normal. “I wasn’t expecting you here.”
“In my dressing room?” he says, pushing himself off the doorframe.
“Just came to see what you thought.”
Your heart picks up again. “Of the show?”
He nods, stepping closer. “Well, yeah.”
You clear your throat. “It was good.”
You roll your eyes slightly. “Okay… You were great. It’s crazy I really didn’t think you’d still be good after the sound switch.”
He slightly palms his face and laughs, “ Bro, so you didn’t fuck with the sound switch.”
You giggle. “I’m sorry, I was trying to be nice.”
The laughter between you dies down, and he watches you for a second.
“You know I found you immediately,” he says.
Your stomach drops slightly. Nerves building back up again.
“like as soon as I walked out,” he continues, voice quieter now, “ I couldn’t stop looking at you.”
You let out a small laugh, but it comes out unevenly. “That’s a little dramatic.”
There’s no hesitation in his voice.
And that’s what makes it worse.
“I went harder because of it,” he adds.
“Ohh okay, so you were trying to impress me.’
“ Yeaa then you left.” playfully looking around, then rubbing his nape
You look up at him. “You noticed?”
He lets out a small laugh. “Of course I did.”
“I guess I didn’t believe you,” you admit.
He pushes off the doorframe and closes the distance between you in a couple of steps.
Close enough that you feel the heat off his skin, still lingering from the stage. There’s a mix of sweat and cologne, and it’s distracting in a way you don’t want to unpack.
You let out a small breath, tilting your head slightly.
His expression shifts into a cocky smile.
“Wasn’t trying to be,” he says, already moving closer.
He steps into you, closing whatever space was left, his hand coming up to your jaw like it’s been there before, like he already knows how to touch you.
You meet him halfway, stepping on your tiptoes.
The first touch is light, both of you just tasting each other.
Just enough to make your breath catch and yearn for more.
But it doesn’t stay like that.
His thumb presses slightly under your chin, tilting your face, and the next kiss lands firmer, warmer. More sure.
Your fingers grip at his side without thinking, grounding yourself as your body leans into his.
Not rushed. Not sloppy. Just slow enough to feel every shift the way his lips move against yours, the way he adjusts, and learns you.
When his tongue brushes yours, it’s controlled, and it pulls a quiet breath out of you before you can stop it.
You close the space between you completely, your chest pressing against his, the heat of him almost overwhelming now.
His hand slides to your neck, squeezing you there just enough.
And now it’s not soft anymore.
Still controlled but heavier. Charged.
Like everything from earlier, finally unpacked in this kiss
Reluctant Like he forced himself to.
“Fuck…” he exhales. His teeth formed into a smile. “Been wanting to do that all day.”
You’re still close enough to feel his breath.
“Yeah,” you murmur. “I could tell.”
“Y/N…” he exhales, still close, like he hasn’t fully let the moment go. “You are one hell of a distraction. I was supposed to be outside greeting fans until I found you.”
Your eyes widen slightly.
He’s calling you the distraction when he’s been the reason you haven’t been able to focus all day.
You let out a small breath, trying to pull yourself back together. “Fuck… okay,” you mutter, shaking your head lightly. “Let’s get you to the exit.”
You reach for his hand without thinking.
You lead him toward the back entrance, the same way he came in earlier. The walk is quiet, but it’s not empty.
Your mind won’t slow down the kiss, the way he looked at you, the way he still is.
Because every time you glance back
he’s already looking at you.
That same smug, almost boyish grin like he’s a bad ass kid.
He’s enjoying this whole thing.
When you reach the doors, you stop and turn to face him.
“Whenever you’re done,” you say, a little steadier now, “come back through here. Find me. We’ll finally do the interview.”
He pushes the door open slightly, pausing just enough to look back at you.
An: big things are happening, this will be a little sick and twisted. love uuu 💋
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