2Hollis x baby!mama!reader
Summary: A one-night stand turns into something life-changing when you discover, six months later, that you’re pregnant with Hollis’s child. Forced back into each other’s lives, you both have to navigate shock, responsibility, and an unexpected connection while figuring out what comes next.
A/N: Like all my fics the timeline is fucked up, in this part y/n is around 7 and half months pregnant. NOT PROOFREAD
screenshots from y/n’s account before she deactivated it, posted by a random user
not this the girl y’all defending…
y’all really surprised she ended up in this situation??
this is the girl y’all feel bad for?? be serious
she been moving like this and y’all shocked
this is embarrassing for him
she wanted this lifestyle idc
yeah… i don’t feel bad anymore
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screenshots from y/n’s account before she deactivated it, posted by a random user
she really thought this was a good pic to post
this is not what i expected at all
i thought she’d be prettier ngl
i’m sorry but i don’t see it
he could’ve done way better
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screenshots from y/n’s account before she deactivated it, posted by a random user
this is who he’s having a kid with… be serious
y’all were defending her so hard too
this is actually insane when you think about it
this is the future mother of his kid… let that sink in
i’m actually in disbelief
nothing about this looks stable
every new pic makes it crazier
this is not giving mother energy at all
y’all told me she was “normal”
and she’s about to be someone’s mom…
i’m actually worried for that baby
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After your whole life was suddenly exposed by obsessive fans, you pulled away. You deactivated all your social media and decided not to stay on the bus with the boys anymore. Hollis’s mom booked you a hotel in every city he performed in, since you refused to go back to LA.
For the past week, you stayed inside, watching TV and trying to keep your mind busy so you wouldn’t think about what people were saying about you online.
You didn’t even talk about it with Hollis. You just used the excuse that you were tired and that the bus bed was uncomfortable. He hadn’t had time to come see you since he’d been busy, and you were so bored that you created a fake Instagram account just to see what he was up to.
At first, it was nothing. Tour videos. Fans posting clips of his performances. The same comments repeating under every post.
Then something caught your attention: a blurry video taken from across a crowded room. Loud music, flashing lights. Hollis, unmistakable in the middle of it.
Her hands were on his neck, pulling him down. His hands were on her waist.
You watched as he leaned in. Your thumb froze against the screen as their mouths met, the video looping before you could even process it.
You stared at it longer than you should have. Then you checked the date: 2 days ago.
You locked your phone and dropped it on the bed beside you, suddenly feeling too aware of the silence in the room.
It didn’t make sense for you to feel like this.
You weren’t together. You reminded yourself of that immediately. You had said it from the beginning. This wasn’t a relationship. There were no expectations. No rules. So why did it feel like something had shifted?
The next day, Hollis showed up unannounced at your hotel room.
You opened the door after the second knock, already knowing it was him. You hadn’t answered his texts that morning.
His expression shifted the second he saw you.
“…You okay?” he asked, brows pulling together.
You stepped aside to let him in without answering.
He walked in slowly, glancing around the room before his eyes landed back on you. Your eyes were sore, a little swollen. He noticed immediately.
“Hey,” he said more quietly this time. “Have you been crying?”
He didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push it right away. He dropped his bag near the chair and moved closer, studying your face like he was trying to figure something out.
You turned away, walking toward the window and crossing your arms loosely over your chest.
“We should talk about the baby,” you said.
Hollis frowned at the sudden shift. “Okay…”
You kept your eyes on the street below.
“I’ve been thinking,” you continued. “About after the birth. About where I’m going to live.”
He leaned back against the edge of the desk, watching you.
“I want to move back closer to my mom.”
“…What?” he said after a second.
You finally turned to face him.
“I can’t stay here,” you said. “Not in LA. Not around all of this.”
He straightened a little. “You mean the tour?”
“I mean everything,” you answered. “The people, the attention, the way everything is being watched. I don’t want to raise a baby in that.”
Hollis ran a hand through his hair, processing.
“So your solution is to leave?” he asked.
“My solution is to go somewhere I feel safe.”
“And that’s far from me,” he pointed out.
“It kind of is,” he said, a little sharper now.
You exhaled slowly. “My mom can help me. I’ll need that.”
“My mom can help too,” he replied immediately. “You know that.”
“This isn’t about your mom,” you said.
“Then what is it about?” he asked, confusion creeping into his voice. “Because last week everything was fine and now you’re talking about moving across the country like it’s already decided.”
“I just need stability,” you said. “Something normal.”
Hollis let out a short breath, shaking his head slightly.
“And you think I can’t give you that?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“But that’s what it sounds like,” he shot back.
“I’m not asking you for anything,” you said. “I’m telling you what I’m going to do.”
That made something in his expression shift.
“So you’re just deciding this on your own?” he asked. “Like I don’t get a say?”
“It’s my life,” you replied. “And I’m the one carrying the baby.”
“And I’m the father,” he said, his voice tightening.
Hollis stared at you for a long moment, like he was trying to connect you to the person he had been talking to days before.
“I don’t get it,” he said finally. “Where is this coming from?”
You held his gaze, and for a second it looked like you might keep it together.
“I want to go home,” you said, your voice breaking before you could stop it.
Hollis frowned. “You are home.”
“No,” you shook your head quickly, stepping back. “Not here. I mean with my mom. I need to go back.”
He straightened, confusion deepening. “Why now? What changed?”
You let out a shaky breath, your hands starting to tremble.
“Everything,” you whispered.
He took a step closer. “Y/n-”
“I can’t do this here,” you cut in, your voice rising despite yourself. “I can’t wake up every day knowing people are watching me, talking about me, making up things about me like I’m not even real.”
Your vision blurred, tears spilling before you could stop them.
“I didn’t sign up for this,” you said, your voice breaking completely now. “I didn’t sign up to have strangers find my name, my school, my life and tear it apart like it’s nothing.”
Hollis’s expression shifted, the frustration fading into something more concerned.
“They’re saying horrible things,” you continued, shaking your head as more tears fell. “About me, about the baby, about why I’m here. They think I’m lying, that I trapped you, that I’m doing this for attention”
“You shouldn’t be reading that,” he said quickly.
“I didn’t mean to,” you choked out. “It’s everywhere, Hollis. I don’t even have an account anymore and I still see it.”
He went quiet. You wiped at your cheeks, but it didn’t help.
“And then I see you,” you added, your voice dropping.
Hollis stilled slightly. “What does that mean?”
You laughed weakly, shaking your head again.
“You’re out there living your life like nothing changed,” you said. “Parties, people, everything.”
His brows pulled together. “What are you talking about?”
“You kissing that blonde while you’ve got a girl pregnant, alone in a hotel room, waiting for your text.”
The words landed harder than you expected.
Hollis blinked, caught off guard. “What?”
You let out a shaky breath, wiping your face again. “I saw it.”
His jaw tightened. “That’s not—”
“It doesn’t matter,” you cut in quickly. “I told you, you don’t owe me anything.”
“It clearly matters,” he said, his tone sharper now.
“We’re not together,” you repeated. “You can do whatever you want.”
“Then why are you bringing it up?” he asked.
“Because I’m the one dealing with the consequences,” you said, your voice unsteady. “Not you.”
Hollis stared at you, something shifting behind his eyes.
“That’s not fair,” he said.
You let out a hollow laugh. “None of this is fair.”
Silence stretched for a second before he turned away, pacing once across the room like he needed space to think.
“Okay,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “Okay.”
You frowned slightly. “What are you doing?”
He stopped, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
Your brows pulled together. “Fixing what?”
“This,” he said, gesturing vaguely between you. “Everything.”
Before you could react, he unlocked his phone and brought it to his ear.
He held up a hand, already listening as the line rang.
“Yeah,” he said when someone picked up. “Hey. I’m not doing the rest of the dates.”
“…What?” you said quietly.
He turned slightly away from you, running a hand through his hair. “I’m serious. Cancel it. Or push it, I don’t care. I’m not going.”
Your chest tightened. “Hollis, what are you doing?”
He ignored you, still on the phone. “Something came up. I’ll deal with the fallout later.”
“No, I’m not explaining it right now,” he added, his tone firm. “Just… handle it.”
You stared at him, disbelief settling in. “You just canceled your tour.”
He shrugged slightly, like it wasn’t as big as it was. “Yeah.”
“I said I was fixing it,” he cut in. “You said you needed me. So I’m here.”
“That’s not-” you shook your head, stepping back. “That’s not what I meant.”
He frowned. “Then what did you mean?”
“I didn’t ask you to drop everything,” you said. “That’s your career.”
“And this is my kid,” he shot back immediately.
You swallowed. “You can’t just throw your life away because of me.”
“I’m not throwing anything away,” he said, his voice rising slightly. “I’m choosing what matters.”
“You’re acting impulsively,” you replied. “You didn’t even think about it.”
“I did,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about it.”
“No, you haven’t,” you shook your head. “You just heard me say I’m leaving and now you’re trying to… what? Prove something?”
“I’m trying to be there,” he snapped.
“Then stop trying so hard,” you shot back. “Because this isn’t helping.”
Hollis stared at you like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Not helping?” he repeated, his voice rising. “I just canceled my entire tour for you.”
“I didn’t ask you to do that!” you yelled. “That’s exactly what I’m saying!”
“Yeah, well maybe I don’t need you to ask,” he snapped. “Maybe I can make a decision on my own too.”
“Not when it affects everything!” you fired back. “Do you even hear yourself right now?”
“Do you?” he shot back immediately. “You’re acting like I’m the enemy here.”
“Because you don’t understand!” you said, your voice breaking through the anger. “You keep trying to fix things instead of actually listening to me!”
“I am listening!” he raised his voice. “All I hear is that I’m not doing enough, or I’m doing too much, or I’m doing it wrong!”
“Because you are!” you yelled.
The words hung in the air, sharp and heavy.
Hollis went still for a second, something flashing across his face before it hardened.
“Right,” he muttered. “Good to know.”
You shook your head, your chest rising and falling too fast.
“That’s not what I meant-”
“No, it is,” he cut in. “Everything I do is wrong, so what’s the point?”
“The point is to actually understand what I’m going through!” you said. “Not just react like this is some problem you can solve overnight!”
“And what do you want me to do?” he snapped. “Just sit there and do nothing while you spiral and push me away?”
“I’m not pushing you away!”
“You’re literally leaving,” he shot back.
“Because I need space!” you yelled. “Because I can’t breathe here!”
“And you think leaving is gonna fix that?” he asked, stepping closer. “You think running back to your mom is suddenly gonna make everything okay?”
“At least I won’t feel alone!” you said.
“You’re not alone!” he shouted.
“It feels like it!” you shouted back.
Silence crashed between you for half a second, both of you breathing too fast, too loud.
Hollis dragged a hand down his face, then shook his head like he was trying to pull himself together.
“No,” he said, more firmly now. “No, we’re not doing this.”
You frowned slightly, still catching your breath. “What?”
“I’m not leaving,” he said.
Your brows pulled together. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I’m not walking out of this room and letting you shut me out again,” he said. “Not after everything you just said.”
“No,” he cut in. “We’re gonna figure this out.”
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