hollis- “ive got like 28 thousand pimples on my face! i need to pit makeup around my eyes to look good! i cant-“

hollis says before he looks away, taking a breath. it was about 2 weeks after his tour had finished. ur back home in California with him. hes been his typical happy self for these 2 weeks. but something tonight just hit him and he wouldn’t stop shit talking himself.

“babe stop-“

hollis- “why dont u get it? im hideous! do u not see this??”

he says looking at u with wide eyes, almost on the verge of crying