2hollis x Interviewer female reader mini series
An: updating shit you thought would never be updated before. I am referencing the Montreality interview throughout this entire chapter and will be for the whole series ILYYY <3
Hollis finally makes his way back inside after greeting fans. The second he spots you waiting by the backstage exit a grin spreads across his face.
“Unfortunately,” you reply dryly.
He clutches his chest dramatically. “Damn.”
“Let's go. We have work to do.”
You lead him through the back of the venue toward a black staircase tucked away from the crowd. The lighting is low, just bright enough for the camera setup. As he follows behind you, he looks around.
“Yo, this is scary as fuck. If you weren't so pretty, I'd think you were trying to kill me.”
You glance over your shoulder. “You don't think a pretty girl could kill you?”
He laughs. “If you did, I'd die happy.”
You shove his shoulder lightly. “Sit down before I change my mind.”
Before he drops into place, he looks at you. “Wait, Y/N, before we start, can I spark up?”
“Yeah, go ahead, I don’t mind,” you respond. “I didn’t know you smoked though.”
“Not often,” he says, pulling out a joint from behind his ear. “It’s just something to celebrate after the shows.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Don’t you have a show every day?”
"Yeah…… " he laughs as he puts the joint to his lips, a slow smile spreading across his face. “You wanna join me?”
“Noo hun I don’t smoke,” you reply firmly. “The idea of brain fog kinda freaks me out.”
He pauses, looking at you intently to see if you're actually serious. Then, he lets out a soft chuckle. “First time in a long time I’ve seen anyone decline free weed. I like that. You know what? I’ll follow you. Keep my head on straight.”
He drops into place on the stairs while you set up the camera. After checking the audio levels, you hit record.
“Alright,” you say. “Let's start easy. What was your life like when you were ten?”
Hollis leans back and thinks for a second. “Umm... when I was ten, I had just moved to Los Angeles. I was obsessed with Pokémon. Minecraft. Stuff like that.” He laughs. “I wanted to be a goalkeeper, though, like that was my dream.”
“Aww, that’s so cute. You really wanted to be a goalkeeper?”
“Yeah. I was obsessed with sports. Football, basketball, soccer, baseball. I skated, too.”
“So you liked being outside?”
“Still do.” He points toward the camera. “Everybody should go outside. Touch grass. Get some sunlight. Appreciate being alive.”
Before you can ask the next question, a voice from somewhere in the venue shouts: “You're attractive as fuck, no homo!”
Hollis's face turns red, and he erupts into laughter. He doubles over and shouts back, “It's okay to be homo!”
The crowd somewhere behind the camera cheers. You shake your head and start to quote the Ian bar “Does it matter if 2Hollis likes guys?”
“That shit was completely unprompted,” Hollis chuckles. “I still don't know why he said that till this day.”
“You seem to really enjoy the friendships that the industry has brought you.”
His expression softens immediately. “Probably the best part of all this.”
“Yeah. Obviously, fans are amazing. Touring is amazing. But music gave me brothers for life.” He pauses. “People I'll care about forever. Even after I die, type shit.”
His eyes briefly drift toward the venue floor.
“I think it's important to realize your friends are the foundation for everything. None of this works without them.” He nods. “My number one piece of advice? Never switch up on your day ones.”
You smile. “Oh, okay. So you're a friendly guy.”
His eyes narrow playfully. “You like friendly guys?”
“Listen,” he says. “I genuinely think life gets better when you're friendly.”
You gesture for him to continue.
“When I was a kid, I had a horse named Sammy.”
You immediately start laughing.
“Trust me, it gets better,” he says, leaning forward excitedly. “It was crazy my neighbor had a horse, too. We'd dress them up in chainmail armor and race them through the mountains.”
“You raced armored horses?”
“Yeah. We would gallop all the way up the mountains- -”
“--pitch black. No saddle. Shirtless.”
You cover your face. “That explains your little obsession with horses.”
“ I'm telling you, that was some of the most fun I've had in my life.” A smile tugs at his lips, and he looks at the camera. “Shout out Sammy. Shout out my neighbor.”
You shake your head. “That sounds insane.”
“It was.” He points at you. “But it only happened because we were friends.”
“Fun always starts when you're friendly.”
You raise an eyebrow. “You call this being friendly?”
You gesture between the two of you. “This.”
“You should only be this friendly with me.”
You roll your eyes dramatically. “Moving on.”
“Hollis,” you continue, “do you believe in manifestation?”
“Absolutely.” The answer comes instantly. “One hundred percent.”
“If you love the universe and you love God like, not even God in a religious thing, just God as in everything, if you trust it and you say 'I love you' to it, it'll love you back. It'll give you what you want. I promise you.” He shrugs. “If you approach life with gratitude and trust, things start opening up.”
“You really believe that?”
“Yeah.” He glances at you. “I think belief changes everything.”
“Do you think manifestation changed your life?”
“Definitely.” He nods. “But it starts with believing in yourself.” He looks around the venue. “A lot of this used to feel impossible.”
“All of it.” His voice grows quieter. “The music. The crowds. Being here.” His eyes find yours. “genuinely even down to being able to enjoy this moment with you. It’s all because I believed, and I love all the shit I do.”
For a second, you forget your next question. You clear your throat. “The way you think is really different from most people our age.”
“What gives you such a positive outlook?”
“The only thing I want in life is to be happy.” The answer comes without hesitation. “That's it.”
“I like that. It’s easier to be content when your only goal is happiness.”
He taps your shoulder and shouts, “Exactly!”
“Seriously, though. None of this matters if you're miserable.” He gestures around the venue. “You could have money, houses, cars, fame, hoes, whatever.” He shrugs. “If you're not happy, what's the point?”
You nod slowly. “Are you happy right now?”
“Hell yeah.” The answer makes you smile. “I'm on tour. I'm meeting fans.” He glances at you. “I'm talking to a pretty girl.”
You roll your eyes again. “right....”
His laughter echoes through the staircase.
“So,” you continue, refusing to look at him, “do you have any tattoos?”
“Trying to avoid what I said?”
“Nope. Trying to do my job.”
“Funny.” He leans back. “But no. I don't think I'll ever get one.”
“I like being a blank canvas.”
You tilt your head. “Oh, he’s soo different.”
He chuckles. “Nah, for real though. I express myself in so many other ways, I feel like a tattoo is too permanent. I change my mind too often.”
“Inconsistency. That’s a red flag.”
“Inconsistent? No. Red flag? Maybe.”
“What's your biggest red flag?”
“You gotta figure that one out yourself.”
You laugh. “Oh, what? You don't believe in love or something?”
His expression changes. Not dramatically, but just enough.
“No,” he says immediately. “I definitely believe in love.”
You lean forward slightly. “How would you describe it?”
For the first time in the interview, he takes a second to think. When he finally speaks, the joking tone disappears completely.
“Love is when you would do anything for someone, no matter what. You would die for them. You would do anything for them. You give them anything.”
The venue suddenly feels quieter, as if the crowd below has completely withered away.
“All that's on your mind is that person,” his eyes stay fixed somewhere ahead. “If they died, it would break you. You know, that's love. If you can't have that person and it fucks you up, that's when you're in love.”
You swallow hard. He lets out a slow breath, and a heavy silence settles between you. The words flow out of him so effortlessly, completely from the heart. It's beautiful, and you find yourself utterly enamored by him, not because of his looks or his fame, but because of how genuinely he speaks.
He finally looks back at you, a small smile returning to his face. “You know, love is a very complex thing, though. You can't really just define it in one word.”
You stare at him for a moment, then shake your head. “Wow.”
“What?” he asks, rubbing his arm as if he’s suddenly nervous.
His grin returns immediately. “I knew you would.”
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