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POLICE REPORT

LOS ANGELES COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT

East Los Angeles Station — Homicide Bureau

4675 East Third Street, Los Angeles, CA 90022

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CRIME / INCIDENT REPORT

CASE NO. 24-ELA-071844

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INCIDENT INFORMATION

CLASSIFICATION

187 PC — MURDER (SECOND DEGREE)

DATE OF INCIDENT March 14

TIME REPORTED 02:31 hours

TIME OF OCCURRENCE 02:00–02:31 hours (estimated)

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VICTIM

NAME GARRITY, Wren Isabelle

DOB 08/03/2004

SEX F

ADDRESS 822 Coronado Drive, Apt. 9

Los Angeles, CA 90026

INJURIES Single sharpforce injury right temporal region

DOD 03:47 hours — LAC+USC Medical Center

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SUSPECT / DEFENDANT

NAME [REDACTED — SEE CASE FILE]

DOB [REDACTED]

SEX F

ADDRESS [REDACTED]

ARRESTED ON SCENE YES — 02:47 hours

CHARGES (INITIAL) 187 PC — Murder

459 PC — Unlawful entry

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WITNESS / REPORTING PARTY

NAME HERNDON, Hollis Frazier

DOB 01/05/2004

SEX M

OCCUPATION Recording artist / musician

ADDRESS 4218 Magnolia Terrace, Apt. 3F (residence)

East Los Angeles, CA 90022

ROLE Witness. Present at scene. Not physically involved.

911 CALLER YES — reporting party

INJURIES None observed.

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NARRATIVE

INITIAL RESPONSE:

On the above date and time, deputies from East Los Angeles Station responded to a radio call (Code 3) at 4218 Magnolia Terrace, Apt. 3F, East Los Angeles, CA 90022, regarding a reported assault in progress.

Reporting party identified himself as HOLLIS FRAZIER HERNDON (DOB 01/05/2004), the leaseholder of the above address. Reporting party stated that a female acquaintance had entered his residence and had struck another female occupant with an object. Reporting party reported the victim to be unresponsive.

SCENE:

Deputies arrived at 02:38 hours and were met in the hallway (third floor) by the reporting party, HERNDON, who appeared visibly distressed. Deputies were led to the bedroom of the apartment where the victim, subsequently identified as WREN ISABELLE GARRITY (DOB 08/03/2004), was found in a supine position on the floor between the bed and the east wall. Victim was unconscious and unresponsive. Significant blood was present beneath the victim's head and on the hardwood floor of the bedroom. LAFD personnel were already en route and arrived at 02:41 hours.

SUSPECT:

The suspect was located by deputies seated on the bedroom floor with her back against the west wall, approximately four feet from the victim. The suspect was unresponsive to initial verbal commands and did not attempt to flee or resist. She was observed to have blood on both hands and on the right sleeve of her jacket. Deputies secured the suspect and placed her in restraints at 02:47 hours. The suspect did not speak during this process and remained non-responsive to questioning at the scene. She was subsequently transported to East Los Angeles Station for processing and formal interview.

WEAPON / EVIDENCE ITEM:

A glass ashtray, approximately 4 inches in diameter, was located on the bedroom floor near the foot of the bed. The item appeared to have blood and possible hair matter consistent with contact with the victim. Item was photographed in situ and collected as evidence. Item had been displaced from the dresser surface on the north wall of the bedroom, consistent with having been grabbed from that location. One broken piece of glass was also collected from the floor immediately adjacent to the victim.

WITNESS STATEMENT (HERNDON):

HERNDON stated that he hadn’t been in the bedroom of the apartment with GARRITY when the suspect entered the apartment without his knowledge.

HERNDON stated that the suspect had access to the door entry code from a prior occasion.

HERNDON stated that the suspect appeared in the bedroom doorway, that he identified her and called her name, and that within a short interval the suspect had struck the victim.

HERNDON stated he did not intervene physically and immediately called 911.

HERNDON denied any physical altercation between himself and the suspect.

HERNDON's statement is consistent with physical evidence recovered at the scene.

HERNDON was interviewed at length and released pending further investigation. He was not detained.

MEDICAL:

GARRITY was transported via ambulance to LAC+USC Medical Center at 03:02 hours with severe head trauma. She was pronounced deceased at 03:47 hours by attending physician. Cause of death pending final determination by the Office of the Medical Examiner–Coroner; preliminary finding consistent with blunt-force head trauma with secondary sharp-force laceration. An autopsy has been ordered.

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

A review of digital records and phone records was initiated at the time of arrest. Detectives from the Homicide Bureau were notified at 02:52 hours and assumed primary responsibility at 03:10 hours. The suspect invoked her right to counsel and declined to provide a formal statement at the station. Investigation ongoing.

LASD FORM CR-1 (Rev. 03/19) | CASE NO. 24-ELA-071844

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LOS ANGELES TIMES

ENTERTAINMENT & ARTS / CRIME & COURTS

Woman Dead in East L.A. Homicide Linked to Rising Musician 2hollis; Suspect Charged

A 21-year-old woman was killed early Thursday morning at the East Los Angeles apartment of Hollis Frazier Herndon (2hollis), 22, whose debut record has drawn significant industry attention this year. A woman, 25, has been charged with murder.

By CLAIRE ODUYA and MARCUS BELL

March 22

The apartment building on Magnolia Terrace in East Los Angeles looks, from the outside, like dozens of others in the neighborhood — a three-story stucco walkup with a buzzer panel by the door and a dying ficus in the lobby. On the morning of March 14, it became a crime scene.

Wren Isabelle Garrity, 21, was pronounced dead at LAC+USC Medical Center at 3:47 a.m., less than two hours after sheriff's deputies responded to a 911 call from the building's third floor. A second woman, 25, was taken into custody at the scene and has since been charged with second-degree murder and unlawful entry. She has not beenpublicly identified.

What has drawn national attention to the case is the identity of the man who made that call: Hollis Frazier Herndon, publicly known as 2hollis, the 22-year-old producer and singer whose label debut album "star" has spent eleven weeks on the rap charts and generated considerable buzz in musiccircles for its electronic, confessional sound. The apartment where Garrity died is his.

"This is an unimaginable tragedy," said a spokesperson for Herndon's label, Interscope Records, in a statement released Monday. "Hollis is cooperating fully with law enforcement. Our thoughts are entirely with Wren Garrity's family during this devastating time. We ask that the media respect the privacy of everyone involved."

Herndon has not made any public statement. His social media accounts, which had amassed nearly 1 million followers across platforms in the months following the release of "star," have been inactive since March 14.

A PRIVATE LOSS, A PUBLIC NAME

For those who know Garrity, the focus on Herndon has been a source of quiet frustration. "She was not a footnote," said a close friend of Garrity's who asked not to be named, speaking by phone from Los Angeles. "She was a whole person. She had a life. People keep asking about him and she's just — she's the reason any of this matters."

Garrity, a Glendale native, had been living in Los Feliz and working as a junior graphic designer at a small creative agency in Silver Lake. Colleagues described her as warm, meticulous, and privately funny. A former classmate at CalArts, where Garrity had studied design, said she had recently been accepted into a graduate program.

"She was just starting," the classmate said. "She had so many plans."

How Garrity knew Herndon, and the nature of their relationship, has not been disclosed by investigators. The Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department has confirmed only that the two were acquaintances.

The suspect, whose identity has not been released by authorities, is described in public records as a 25 year-old Los Angeles woman with no prior criminal history. She was denied bail at her arraignment last week. Sources familiar with the investigation, who spoke on the condition of anonymity because the case is ongoing, said the suspect was also known to Herndon, though the specific nature of that relationship is expected to be a central element of the prosecution's case.

The Los Angeles County District Attorney's Office declined to comment beyond confirming the charges.

THE RECORD, THE ROOMS, THE SUDDEN QUIET

Hollis Frazier Herndon had, by most accounts, arrived.

Raised in Pasadena, the son of PR mogul Kathryn Frazier and musician John Herndon, Herndon began producing at eleven and was performing his debut show in NYC by eighteen. He released a series of self-produced EPs that circulated quietly within the Soundcloud community. The sound — electronic, trappy, with lyrics that critics described variously as "confessional," "unsettling," and "deceptively simple" — developed a devoted following.

He was photographed for three magazine covers. He declined most requests to discuss his personal life. Those who had followed his career from the beginning described a more complicated figure.

"He was always like that," said one musician who produced with Herndon in his early years and who asked not to be identified. "Very guarded. Very aware of how he came across. I think he liked being a little unknowable. It worked for the music. I don't know how well it worked for everything else."

Since the night of March 14, Herndon has not performed, given interviews, or appeared publicly. A spring tour, announced in February and featuring dates across North America and Western Europe, was quietly removed from his website within days of the incident. No cancellation was formally announced.

THE INVESTIGATION

Detectives from the LASD Homicide Bureau have taken over the investigation from East Los Angeles Station, which handled the initial response. Sheriff's officials have described the case as straightforward in terms of evidence but declined to elaborate. The suspect's public defender did not respond to a request for comment.

The trial date has not yet been set. Legal observers note that cases of this nature, involving a defendant with no criminal history and a crime described by investigators as unpremeditated, frequently involve extended pre-trial proceedings as both sides assess the viability of a plea arrangement.

Sources close to the case suggest the prosecution intends to argue that the suspect's actions, while not planned in advance, were the culmination of a documented pattern of behavior directed at Herndon over an extended period. Defense attorneys are expected to contest that framing.

"Whatever happened in that room," said one attorney with knowledge of similar cases who reviewed publicly available information at the Times' request, "the question of what preceded it — the nature of the relationships involved, the history between these people — that is going to be the whole trial. The act itself will almost be secondary."

GARRITY'S FAMILY

The Garrity family released a brief statement through a representative on Tuesday.

"Wren was the brightest part of every room she was ever in. She was loved beyond measure and she is already missed beyond words. We ask for privacy as we grieve, and we ask that those writing and speaking about this case remember that our daughter was a person, not a detail in someone else's story."

A memorial is being planned for a date to be announced.

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VANITY FAIR

CULTURE / CRIME

'Come Here': The Obsession, the Trial, and the Impossible Question at the Heart of the 2hollis Case

After three weeks of testimony, a woman has been sentenced to fifteen years to life for the murder of Wren Isabelle Garrity. The courtroom left behind more questions than it answered — about fame, about desire, and about how much one person can owe another for what they allowed.

By SIMONE ACHTERBERG

On the second day of the trial, a prosecutor read a text message aloud to the courtroom.

It said: come here.

Two words. No punctuation. No context. Sent at 2:17 a.m. on a Tuesday in October, fourteen months before a woman died in the sender's apartment.

The prosecutor paused after reading it. The pause was deliberate — long enough to let the room understand that this was the beginning of something. Then she read the response.

The defendant had replied within four minutes.

She had said: on my way.

There were, the prosecution told the jury, 186 exchanges that followed this pattern over the course of approximately 14 months. One person sending for the other in the middle of the night. The other coming. The record of that pattern — reconstructed from phone data, text logs, and location history — formed the spine of the case against her. Not the night itself. Everything that preceded it.

The defendant was sentenced last week to fifteen years to life in state prison following her conviction on one count of second-degree murder. She was also convicted on a concurrent charge of unlawful entry. She showed no visible reaction when the verdict was read. She had shown very little visible reaction throughout theentirety of the three-week trial, sitting at the defense table with the focused stillness of someone who had decided, early on, to feel everything privately or not at all.

The victim, Wren Isabelle Garrity, was 21 years old. She has been dead for almost a year.

THE MAKING OF AN OBSESSION

To understand the trial, you have to understand what the prosecution was actually arguing — which was not, in the end, a story about a single act of violence. It was a story about accumulation.

"The defendant did not decide to kill anyone on the night of March 14," Deputy District Attorney Rosa Mendiola told the jury in her opening statement. "She had been deciding, for two years, to subordinate every other part of her life to a person who did not ask her to and did not want her to. What happened on March 14 was not the beginning of anything. It was the end."

The picture that emerged over three weeks of testimony was one that will be familiar in its broad contours to anyone who followed the case in the press — and, given the involvement of Hollis Frazier Herndon, the 22-year-old musician whose debut album "star" had made him one of the most talked-about new artists of the previous year, a great many people had. But the details, as they surfaced in the courtroom, had a texture that news summaries could not quite capture.

The defendant had met Herndon approximately two years before the incident at a party in Silver Lake. She was, at the time, working a stable office job and described by former colleagues as competent, reserved, and pleasant to be around. Within six months of meeting Herndon, two of those colleagues told the court, she had become difficult to reach, frequently distracted, and prone to canceling plans without explanation. Within a year, she had effectively withdrawn from most of her social relationships.

A forensic psychologist retained by the prosecution, Dr. Adaeze Okonkwo, testified for two days about what she described as "erotomania-adjacent fixation" — a pattern of obsessive attachment in which the subject constructs an elaborately meaningful interpretation of an essentially ambiguous relationship.

"The defendant was not delusional in a clinical sense," Dr. Okonkwo told the court. "She understood, on some level, that the relationship was undefined and unequal. What she did was choose, repeatedly, to interpret ambiguity as potential. Every text, every invitation, every instance of physical intimacy was processed not as evidence of what the relationship was, but as evidence of what it might become. This is not a mental illness. It is a pattern of thinking. And like any pattern, it became, over time, very difficult to interrupt."

The defense contested this framing vigorously. The defendant's attorney, public defender Nathaniel Cross, argued throughout the trial that his client had been in a genuine, if undefined, intimate relationship with Herndon — one that Herndon had cultivated, sustained, and refused to clarify, and that his behavior bore at least partial responsibility for the psychological state his client found herself in on the night of March 14.

"My client did not arrive at that apartment as a stranger," Cross told the jury. "She arrived as someone who had been invited there, repeatedly, over the course of two years. Someone who knew the door code because she had been given it. Someone who had spent the night in that bed, cooked in that kitchen, sat on that couch. Whatever Hollis Frazier Herndon may say about the nature of their relationship now, the record of his behavior tells a different story."

It was an argument that landed differently depending on who you asked. Legal observers noted that it stopped well short of a full responsibility defense — Cross was careful never to suggest that Herndon had caused the death of Wren Garrity — but it introduced into the proceedings something the prosecution worked hard to keep out: the uncomfortable question of what, exactly, Herndon had known he was doing.

THE MESSAGES

The text messages were the trial's most discussed element, both inside the courtroom and out.

There were the 186 late-night summonses. But the prosecution also introduced a larger archive — 4,300 messages in total, spanning the full duration of the relationship. Most were mundane. Some were not.

Herndon's side of the exchange, read aloud to the jury, was notable primarily for its brevity and its consistency. Short messages. Infrequent responses. When he did reply, often a single word, or nothing at all. The prosecution argued this demonstrated a man who was aware he was being pursued and chose, repeatedly, to encourage that pursuit without making any commitment that might be held against him.

The defendant's side was different in almost every way — longer, more emotionally exposed, oscillating between affection and hurt and self-reproach with a candor that made the courtroom, on more than one occasion, go uncomfortably quiet.

One message, sent at 3 a.m. on a night in the second year, read:

i know you're not mine. i just don't know how to make my body understand that.

Herndon had not replied.

A juror, speaking anonymously after the verdict, said that message had stayed with her. "It wasn't the violence that was hard to watch," she said. "It was everything before it. Watching someone disappear like that, message by message, and the other person just — not saying anything."

HERNDON ON THE STAND

Hollis Frazier Herndon testified on the eighth day of the trial.

He had not spoken publicly since the night of March 14, and the courtroom was at capacity. He looked different. Older in a way that seemed unrelated to the fourteen months that had passed. The ease that had characterized his public appearances — the particular quality of nonchalance that critics had written about — was gone.

He sat in the witness box like someone who had recently and thoroughly run out of the energy required for performance.

He described the relationship as, in his words, "undefined." He said he had not been in love with the defendant. He said he had cared about her. He said he had not understood the extent of what she was experiencing. Under cross-examination, he acknowledged the late-night messages. He acknowledged the physical intimacy. He acknowledged that he had known, on some level, that she wanted more than he was offering.

"Why didn't you tell her that directly?" Cross asked.

A silence followed that lasted long enough to be noted in subsequent coverage.

"I don't have a good answer for that," Herndon said finally.

It was the moment most cited afterward — in legal commentary, in opinion pieces, in the comment sections that had been following the trial with an investment that said something about the particular cultural moment the case had arrived in. The defendant, seated at the defense table, did not visibly react. She had been looking at her hands.

The prosecutor, on redirect, asked Herndon whether he believed his behavior had caused the death of Wren Garrity.

"No," he said.

Then, after a pause the court reporter noted lasted approximately eight seconds: "I don't know."

He was not asked to elaborate.

At no point during his testimony did he look directly at the defendant. She looked at him once, near the end, and then returned her gaze to the table in front of her. The jury watched both of them do this. It is difficult to say what they made of it.

WREN GARRITY

She has been, throughout much of the coverage of this trial, the least visible person in it.

This is a fact that her family's attorney raised during the sentencing hearing, and it is worth raising here: Wren Isabelle Garrity was a 21-year-old woman who went to a man's apartment andwas killed there. She had no relationship with the defendant. She had done nothing to the defendant. She was in room she had every right to be in, with a person she had chosen to spend time with, and she did not come home.

Her mother, Diane Garrity, spoke at sentencing. She spoke for eleven minutes. She did not look at the defendant once.

"My daughter was not famous," she said. "She was not a musician. She did not have a hundred thousand followers. Nobody was going to write a song about her. She was just a girl who wanted to be a designer and make things that were beautiful and live her life. And she doesn't get to do that now."

The courtroom was silent.

"I want whoever is reading about this case, watching it, following it for whatever reason — I want them to know her name. Wren. That's all I'm asking. Just know her name."

THE SENTENCE

Fifteen years to life.

It is, legal observers note, the minimum sentence for second-degree murder under California law, and its imposition suggests that Judge Carolyn Marsh found some merit in the defense's argument about mitigating circumstances — the lack of premeditation, the absence of any prior criminal history, the psychological evidence presented about the defendant's state of mind in the period preceding the incident.

It means the defendant will be eligible to appear before the California Board of Parole Hearings in fifteen years. Whether she will be released at that point depends on factors that cannot yet be known.

The defendant was taken from the courtroom without incident.

She did not speak.

WHAT IT LEAVES BEHIND

"star" is still streaming. It has accumulated, since the night of March 14, a number of plays that Interscope Records has not publicized and that sits, depending on how you feel about such things, somewhere between irony and tragedy. A second album is reportedly in progress. Herndon has not toured. He gave one interview, to this magazine's music desk, earlier this year — aconversation notable for its care and its silences and a single line that has been quoted more than anything else in it.

When asked whether he had anything he wished he had said or done differently, he was quiet for a long time.

"Most of it," he said. "Most of it, I would do differently."

He didn't specify which parts. The interviewer did not press him.

Wren Garrity's family has established a small fund in her name to support emerging designers. The link is in her mother's Instagram bio, which still uses a photograph from Wren's graduation. She is smiling. She is holding a rolled certificate with both hands.

She was twenty-one years old.

WRESTLE IT OUT ⁴

? slowburn!hollis x childhoodfriend!reader

? based on song WRESTLE IT OUT by TOMMY FLEECE

? hollis was always just your best friend, till he wasn't

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hollis was more than gone,

and that only made you more upset than you already were.

hollis left you outside after he heard roman yelling out for him. he didn't even say bye; he just up and left.

so, hollis thought you guys were cool. he thought that he had every right to leave and celebrate his friend. drinking into oblivion, he didn't care who saw him or what he did. he wanted to have fun.

you stayed outside for a little longer, letting the tears finally come down. you were in disbelief, and stuck in a position you avoided at all costs. you were in love with hollis, but he did shit like this that made you confused.

but after 20 minutes or so, you wanted to look for liz. you walked into the loud house to se everyone was in the kitchen. you wanted to ignore it, knowing hollis was there.

but you didn't.

hollis was between two girls, shirtless, both of them licking lime salt off his stomach. everyone is cheering, and hollis doesn't even look the least bit guilty. it made you disgusted.

you stay behind the big crowd behind everyone, not wanting hollis to see you. but then you made eye contact with him. he looked away immediately, and kept touching up on both of the girls.

you felt your throat closing up, being unable to breathe, and you slowly walked out to your car.

you sat in that car for about 2 hours till you could bring yourself together to drive home safe. you thought about the song he released, then you remembered what he had been doing all night.

you missed hollis that made you feel included, and sure he was still there, but not in the best way he could.

once you get to the house, you immediately go to your room to sit in silence until you fall asleep. music only made you think of him even more.

hollis groans as he puts his phone down. he looks up to see everyone passed out on the floor of nate's living room. he didn’t know why he did all of those things, and that's what made him more mad.

he's fumbling the one girl that everyone wants, and yet he still feeds into the groupie attention.

he stumbles into the kitchen to find the two girls he was with all night passed out on the floor. he felt so ashamed and embarrassed. he was singing " sister " like it was nothing with them by his side.

he steps outside to breathe in cold air and to think about the next steps on trying to fix everything with you.

but hollis knew you would eventually let him back in, and that's what scared him the most.

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WRESTLE IT OUT ³

? slowburn!hollis x childhoodfriend!reader

? based on song WRESTLE IT OUT by TOMMY FLEECE

? hollis was always just your best friend, till he wasn't

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you stared at your phone. hollis never showed you this song. you were already parked in nate's neighborhood to go into the party, and liz was already getting out of the car.

"bro are you good?" you turn to see liz staring at you through the passenger window.

you only turn your car back and connect to aux, liz was too eager and left you by yourself in your car.

you turn the audio all the way up in your small subaru and start playing the track. the smooth drums and the bass makes the car shake. then hollis' voice fills the car.

touch my skin

you nod along to the beat. but slowly you really start to listen to the song.

cross my fingers when i'm with you

hollis always posed in pictures you guys took together with crossed fingers. or when he drove you and poked your cheek with crossed fingers. or when he always drew crossed fingers in the letters he gave you.

maybe you weren't crazy, it was all in front of you this entire time.

you couldn't be with him, he was your brother's best friend. it was morally wrong, you always thought he saw you like a sister.

the more you listened the more it made you sick.

you're in the bleachers, i'm in my room

can i take your hands and tie them up again?

can you take my face and forget everything?

you didn't know what he meant by everything he said, and that only made you even more nervous. you sit in your car still, with no noise staring into nothing. you felt so many emotions and didn't know if you could even face him.

two honks woke you up from the trance you were in, you see roman's car behind you.

"i heard you saw his post." roman is leaning over in front of your car window, intensively looking around.

"yea. i, uh, don't understand the song." roman only shook his head and opened your car door. he crouched down to be eye level with you.

"come on, y/n, you know exactly what he meant. you don't have to lie to me or yourself on how you feel. but we all know what he means. i love you and i'm not going to force you to talk to me, but i'm always here."

you nod and get your stuff ready to get out of the car. roman drags you out and starts chatting your ear off about some girl he had been talking to for the last month. you smiled and admired your older brother, feeling safe. walking towards the house, roman squeezes your arm for encouragement.

roman opens the door and leads you into the loud environment. everywhere you looked people were packed, talking to each other with love. roman smiles at you and runs off to talk to some girl in the crowd.

you search around to find liz, and you see her talking to finn. you made eye contact with her and nodded, leaving her to it. walking through the house, the smell of alcohol intoxicated your nose.

you walk into the kitchen to see hollis talking to some girl, she had dark beautiful hair and was shorter than you. you felt that familiar pain of jealousy in your chest. you make sure he can't see you as you walk through, you were too tired for any confrontation today.

the kitchen had back doors leading to the patio outside, where you would meet nate and ella. smiling, you run to ella and hug her tightly, and hug nate and take a seat next to them.

you guys were having an easy conversation, talking about their futures as you make them promise to keep in touch. the easy laughter made it easier for you be there.

it felt nice to finally ignore all of the thoughts that constantly circulated in your brain every second of the day. but that state of peace is shattered when you hear sister blasting inside the house.

you can only sit there in silence while nate and ella run inside, and you silently follow in because who the fuck else were you supposed to hang out with?

you see hollis at the front of the living room with the random girl by his side. he had a drink on high right hand, and his left hand on her waist.

the lyrics were spilling out, and you felt disgust all over again. he was showing off his new song that clearly had meaning between you two, while holding another girl's waist.

you stood quietly next to ella, and you could feel her stare at you. everyone who was close to you two knew the real meaning behind the song. you kept shaking your head in disbelief. there's no fucking way hollis was doing this right in front of your face.

but then he looked up at you. all confidence and arrogance cracked for just a second, and he saw how disappointed you looked. god, he felt so dumb. the girl behind all of the songs he wrote was right in front of him.

you both held eye contact for more than 5 seconds, and that only pissed you off more. you finally found the courage to leave after the song finished, you heard everyone chanting for hollis as you walked outside.

you sat on the porch, searching your mind for answers. you hated yourself for reading too much into everything. the possibility that sister was about you was pretty likely, but still, there is a chance that it isn't.

but you wanted to hate hollis, but you know you couldn't.

"hi princess," hollis sits next to you, resting his head on your shoulder. "don't hate me, okay?"

you can't say anything without crying, so you put your head on top of his. you feel hollis grab your hand and hold it on his thigh, his thumb drawing patterns on the back of your hand.

disappointment floods over you, but all you can do is stay there with him, because god you loved him more than anything else.

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WRESTLE IT OUT ²

? slowburn!hollis x childhoodfriend!reader

? based on song WRESTLE IT OUT by TOMMY FLEECE

? hollis was always just your best friend, till he wasn't

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slow.

that was how your day was going. you and hollis haven't spoken since their last day of school, it was now the day before graduation.

the hallways felt louder today, maybe because it was everyone's last day before finals. you were an okay student, i mean you didn't have a 4.0 gpa but you didn't have to do credit recovery.

you were standing by the front doors waiting for your friend, elizabeth, to come with you to nate's graduation party. they all liked liz, so you more than happy to bring her.

"please tell me you're getting ready before we go," liz looks at your face and squishes your cheeks like you're a toddler.

"bro get off of me." you weren't having it; you were still in denial that everyone was leaving.

as you two walk out of the school, liz talks about what you could wear and how excited she was to do your makeup. but all you could think about was the demo, wondering what else he had added.

it seems like all you think about his hollis.

but, no, you love him like a brother. you could never date him, it would be weird with roman.

sure, you have thought about being with hollis. every single aspect of a relationship would be great with him. but that's just a fantasy. hollis has never had a girlfriend by choice, but he has never told you why. you were always too scared to ask him.

snapping out of your thoughts, you open the car door and start the car. liz jumping in and grabbing the aux. you never liked having aux. she starts playing hoes love art by meat computer, and you roll down all of the windows.

the breeze pricked at your arms, giving you goosebumps as you quietly drove to your house.

you hated the way your hair got in your mouth while singing the lyrics, and you loved the way the wind felt against your skin. you approached your house, seeing multiple cars parked on the driveway.

"i'd hope they'd already be gone to get ready for the party." you mumbled as you parked the car.

you and liz grab your stuff and head inside, taking off your shoes at the front. you hear all three of them yelling downstairs in roman's room. gratefully, you both run up to your room to avoid any interactions for now.

liz always loved your hair; it was so dark and healthy. you were kind of her model; she would put you in clothes that she liked to see if they matched you. today, she was especially excited; she was ready to give you a complete makeover. you knew she knew that you thought hollis was cute, but she never made you say anything about it. that's why liz is your best friend.

hollis was tense on his phone. he looked at your post 35 times. every time trying to convince himself that he loved you like a sister. but you looked good, and he knew that.

he saw every thirst comment from the guys in your grade, begging for you to answer them. he felt selfish, like he had been for a very long time with you.

currently in the other room of your house, he was making something with roman and nate. some song that had meaning, but none of them knew. hollis turned off his phone before either of them could notice and played the beat.

it was different from the demo he sent you, this song was way too obvious about his emotions.

sister.wve starts playing on the speakers of roman's studio. the warm, soft drums fill the room, and nate and roman immediately start patting him on the back and praising him. then hollis' voice humms lyrics that they can barely make out. till roman heard a lyric.

"girl i love you like a sister?" roman looks at hollis with a disgusted and unsure look on his face, then spins and looks at nate.

hollis only nods and continues to play the track some more and tweak it out as they both stare at him. roman knew it was about you, but now he was wondering if there were more songs about you that went right past his head.

nate looked at hollis and made sure they made eye contact, signaling to hollis to explain himself.

"i know this shit sounds weird, but it's something that rolled out and felt right," hollis starts staring at roman, "but i don't mean any harm to your sister."

he didn't confirm that the song was about you, nor did he deny.

"i'm releasing it tomorrow, don't make shit weird tonight." that was the last thing hollis said before packing up his laptop and getting out of the house to get ready for nate's party.

but instead of releasing it the next day, hollis decided to release it a little early.

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── ‧₊˚⊹ warnings .ᐟ pervy, nerd!hollis. +18 smut. oral (m receiving). college au. soft dom reader. ⋆｡ ˚༘

── ‧₊˚⊹ shaely’s note .ᐟ based on this request. english isn’t my first language. ⋆｡˚༘

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Your heart races with each scroll and message you read. You swallow hard and turn the phone off placing it back onto the night stand. Your stomach feels terrible and your heart is racing faster than ever before, looking at hollis as he sleeps with out a problem in the world you use both of your hands to nudge his shoulder with enough force to awaken him.

"Get up" you nudge him a little hard this time which causes him to shift and rub his eyes.

"Hey" He smiles at you as he stretches his arms, his facial expression changes when he sees your face. The blanket falls down revealing his bare upper body as he sits up.

"whats wrong?" he furrows his brows.

"who's sienna." you hear the sound of your rapid heart beat through your ears. You fiddle with the tip of your thumbs arcylic nail in order to distract your self from all the emotions you were feeling.

"Baby..please" He stands up, his face pale.

"who the fuck is sienna hollis" you slightly push him causing him to stumble backwards.

"nobody" his voice raises slightly trying to convince you.

"She's obviously somebody if you told her you fucking loved her!" you wipe your eye to prevent your tear from being viewed by hollis but he knew.

"I love you..I only love you..just..please" he flails his arms up as he tries to explain him self to you but you knew better. He slowly begins walking towards you.

"can we talk, please." he reaches for you arm gently caressing it.

"talk about what? you cheating? how you promised me?" you remove his hand from your arm holding back tears.

Hollis stays silent not knowing what to say, after a few minutes passed of you both standing there in the presence of the tension between you two he takes a gentle step forward lifting your chin upward.

"I love you." He attempts to lean in to kiss you.

"Am I a joke to you?" you push him aside grabbing your purse from the bedroom floor making your way out to hollis's front door then slamming it shut.

"FUCK!" he covers his face with the palms of his hands.

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2 months later

You've completely blocked hollis on everything deleting posts and anything that involved him what so ever. You felt it was better to erase him from your life for the sake of your sanity. You might've been stalking him on your burner a few times to see what he's been up to, his music is starting to get a lot of recognition which makes you feel proud of him in a way, you remember the late nights you both shared when he would show you the beats and music he made and how he made them.

You missed him, you truly did miss him. But you knew it would be a horrible decision to run back into his arms. You miss the bickering, the horrible taste of cigarettes his mouth had, and his strong cologne that would linger every time he came over to your place, But you knew better you knew.

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4 months later

Out of curiosity you went on you instagram burner typing in Hollis's user name. His following increased by thousands and it honestly freaked you out a bit.

His story had a ring around it, with out thought you click it.

Your heart sinks, you knew it was you, you re watch it multiple times in order to process what was happening. You shut off your phone and head to your kitchen to get a glass of water to distract your self.

After you’ve calmed you re open your phone, unblocking Hollis.

Hollis what the actual fuck

You’re crazy

Move on

This shit is ridiculous

Fuck you

You turn off your phone and glide your hands through your hair letting out a deep breath trying to regulate your emotions.

You hear you phone buzz and immediately pick it up

miss u 2

“What?” You question Hollis out loud feeling your frustration rise. You throw your phone down and groan into your pillow

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6 months later

You haven’t communicated with Hollis for about 2 months now, you’re starting to get over him and move on. Your friends invited you to a club that was 2 hours away from your home town, it was a nice fancy one to be fair so it’s worth the drive.

You add the finishing touches to your make up then slide on your heels that were layed at your front door.

Lali

We’re outside!

Coming!

You grab your purse that was hanging at the front door entrance and walk up to your friends car. You see all three of your friends waiting for you as you approach the car.

“Hey beautiful” lali begins backing up from your driveway.

“Hey gorgeous” you wave at her giving her a wink.

You talk to your friend mila that is sitting next to you in the back seat as Lali and Emma talk to each other. A few minutes go by and Lali interrupts you and mila.

“Sooo y/n how are you and Hollis? I’ve been seeing his music everywhere lately and I need to know everything.” She looks at your through the rear view mirror and gives you a smile, she didn’t mean no harm but it felt like a knife in the heart to be honest. Your heart drops at the mention of his name, your stomach twisting with thoughts and feelings.

“We broke up actually..” you try to keep your tone neutral and mellow.

“What???” All three girls shout in unison.

“I’m so sorry..” Emma turns around to face you from the passenger seat her eyes full of empathy.

Mila grabs your hands squeezing it a bit.

“Fuck him he was a dick anyway” Lila takes a glimpse at you through the rear view mirror.

You give them a smile trying to be casual about the situation, waiting to get to the bar and forget about everything with a few drinks.

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You grab your purse and close the car door following behind your friends. As you all enter the music is blaring, there was two story’s and a lights that flashed constantly and it was pretty crowded.

You navigated your way through the crowd to the bar. Lucky enough there was a seat available, you sat down waiting for the bartender to approach you.

“What can I get you?” He leans against the counter.

“Sex on the beach please.” You grab your card from your purse handing it to him.

He lets out a slight chuckle as he taps your card onto the pay pad and hands it back to you.

“What’s so funny?” You smile as you put your card back into your purse.

“I’m just immature is all.” He grins as he begins prepping your drink.

His smile was cute his hair was short and brunette, his shirt white was pretty fitted it was clear he worked out.He shook your drink pouring it into a clear glass adding a lemon on the rim.

“One sex on the beach.” He winks at you giving you a witty grin as he hands you your drink.

“Thank you.” You grab your drink taking a sip watching him walk over to the next customer.

You turn your head around scanning the room to see if you spot your friends anywhere. The amount of people makes it impossible to try and spot at least one of your friends, you give up and decide to just sit at the bar until they text you and to be honest you kind of weren’t in the mood to dance and socialize with random people at the moment.

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After a few drinks you definitely felt each and every one that you consumed. You get up from the bar chair and try to find your friends. Your vision completely blurry and spinning you stumble and bump into every person that was near you. You couldn’t seem to find any of your friends they were probably drunk too dancing with some guys for all you knew.

You eventually find a corner that didn’t have many people and grab you phone from your purse to text Lila

Lxlu

Whee u aht

Whre re you

You try calling her but she doesn’t pick up, you do the same for Emma and mila but neither of them respond as well. You look around trying to find the exit and head towards the glass door that looks like where you entered from.

You open the door feeling the cold breeze you stumble as you try to find a wall to lean on to call an uber.

Your blurred vision slurs every app you see making it hard to figure out what you clicking, you then click the call button.

“Hello?” The voice on the other side low and raspy.

“Come get me please I..I don’t feel goo.” You wine against the phone.

“Where are you?” You hear keys jingle and a door being shut in the background.

“Uhmuh club.” You feel your head become heavy and slide down the wall onto the side walk sitting down with your back against the concrete wall.

“What club?” You hear a deep sigh and a car humming.

“The club the club the one with uhm lights and BIG oh my it’s BIG” you rant watching the cars fly by and staring at the headlights that were oddly mesmerizing.

“Can you like be more specific for me? Please?”

“Lights…and music is suppppperrrrr loud yeah loud” you tilt your head back keeping your phone by your ear.

“y/n the name baby what’s the name.” You hear the frustration over the phone.

You huff and his tone “I don’t knowwuhh stop being mad” you wine.

“I’m not mad, just try to walk over to the sign of something and tell me what it says.” You can tell he’s irritated which causes you to get up and stumble your way to the front of the club to read the sign.

It didn’t help that your vision slurred everything but you did your best to but together what made the most sense. “Cl-uh-buh- Nine zero?”

“I know where you are I’m on the way.”

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After about 2 hours you see a familiar black car approaching the curb.

Hollis

You were more aware than before but no better. You called Hollis. “Shit.” You lay your head against your knees hoping he would just disappear right now.

You hear clacking on pavement get closer and closer, you lift your head up to see Hollis, he was so beautiful right now it was annoying. He doesn’t say anything. He extends his hand for you to grab it in order to lift you up from the ground. You grab it his hand and stand up, you immediately let go afterwards and walk towards the passenger side, he opened the car door before you could even attempt to touch the handle, you get in rest your head against the leather seat.

Soon after he gets into the drivers seat and starts the car.

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You’ve both not said a word to each other for the past 30 minutes, you caught Hollis taking occasional glimpses at you from the corner of your eye but other than that minor one sided interaction it’s been silent.

You see Hollis blindly rummaging through the center console as he stares at the road, you know what he’s looking for, his cigarettes. Usually, you’d be the one handing him one and lighting it for him but not in this case.

He finally ends up grabbing one placing it between his lips, grabbing the lighter from the cupholder and lighting the cigarette.

You move your eyes from Hollis to the windshield, observing the cars and city lights.

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Hollis turns up the volume, driving with one hand as the other holds his cigarette. You loved this song and he knew it too.

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Hollis pulls into your drive way, you reach for the car door. “wait.” You stop and turn your head towards him still not saying a word.

“I-I’m sorry I’m so sorry…I miss you so fucking much.” His eyes look glossy almost like he wants to cry.

You analyze his face for a moment and open the car door.

“You shouldn’t have cheated then.” You slam the door shut and walk to your front door.

You grab your keys from your purse and unlock your front door. You walk into your house and drop your purse on the floor and make your way to your room. You put on your pajamas crashing into your bed trying to erase the thought of Hollis.

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You wake up to the sound of several notifications, you sit up rummaging your covers to find your phone. You grab your phone and look through the notifications

Lila

Did you see Hollis’s story???!!!

No???? What happened?????

Lila: 1 attachment

You immediately swipe out of you and Lila’s messages and click hollis’a name

delete the story

You’re a delusional ass bitch

move the fuck on

And @ sienna next time

Open your door

no

I’ll Delete the story if you do.

You groan walking to your front door, you open the door to see Hollis standing there with flowers and a blue box.

“What do you need?” You cross your arms, you were pissed at Hollis you despised him but you still had this place in your heart for him that you wish you could bury.

“You.” He gives you a cheesy ass smile

“I’m not in the mood for bullshit” you roll your eyes at him.

“Okay okay, can I just please come inside?” He pouts his lip teasingly .

“Whatever you need to say can be said out here.” You rest your hand on the door knob in preparation to close it if he says something idiotic.

“Fine.” He exhales handing you the flowers and blue box.

You grab them unwillingly and bike your inner cheek.

“Open it.” Rocking his hands in his pockets, he watches each movement you take. You look at the blue box that has a white ribbon around it, you pull the ribbon and open the box to find a diamond bracelet that shimmered.

“Oh..my.” You struggle to utter any other words, your eyes glued to the glistening bracelet.

“It’s beautiful, right?” His tone low, you can quite literally feel his eyes on you.

“Gorgeous.” You finally are able to remove your eyes from the bracelet and look directly at Hollis.

“Thank you..this still doesn’t disregard what you did if that’s what you wanted.” You close the box giving hollis a stern tone.

“I know..I know.” He lets out an awkward cough then looks at his surroundings.

“I just miss you so fucking much..it physically pains me, please just please give me one more chance and…I-i won’t fuck it up this time I promise I promise I really really promise.” His eyes become glossy and needy you can tell he truly means it by his demeanor.

“Okay.” You open your door a little wider enough for him to squeeze through, you shut the door as he walks in. As soon as you turn around hollis grabs your face and kisses you, his mouth tasted like a cigarette like it always did after he smoked, his cologne entering your nostrils making you melt against him. He guided you to your couch that was a few inches away from the two of you. He sat down still not letting go of your face, you straddled his lap deepening the kiss.

Soon after he pulls away and stares into your eyes "I fucking love you."

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