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hayleyobrien literally me rn because i woke up remembering we aren't on tour anymore and i miss it and u all so much and now im sad :((

also mess it up is out in 8 hours so STRAP IN :P

(Tagged @livmichaelsphotography @dylanobrienofficial)


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dylanobrienofficial oh. my. GOD. where did you get those from (13 min)
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ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  hayleyobrien
ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  @dylanobrienofficial the internet???
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ย  ย  ย  ย  dylanobrienofficial
@hayleyobrien yeah but where
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ย  ย  ย  ย  hayleyobrien
ย  ย ย  ย  ย  ย  @dylanobrienofficial did you forget your job includes doing interviews
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ย  ย  ย ย  dylanobrienofficial
@hayleyobrien oh yeah

dylanobrienofficial no that's not even my first question but hayley delete it now (13 min)
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hayleyobrien
ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  @dylanobrienofficial no ๐Ÿ˜—

oliviarodrigo STOP I CACKLED AND IM AT THE AIRPORT AND PEOPLE ARE LOOKING AT ME FUNNY (12 min)
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ย  ย  ย  ย  hayleyobrien
ย ย  @oliviarodrigo ARE YOU COMING HOME
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oliviarodrigo
ย  ย  ย  @hayleyobrien SEE YOU IN FEW HOURS ๐Ÿฅณ
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ย  ย  ย  ย  livmichaels
ย  ย  ย  ย  my day was instantly ruined.
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shelleyhennig
ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  wow ๐Ÿ™„ calm down children
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ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  hayleyobrien
ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  @shelleyhennig dw they actually love each ย ย  other very much

username1 everyone's talking about dylan but can i be the one to voice how stunning you are in that photo (13 min)
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ย  ย  ย  ย ย  hayleyobrien
@username1 STOPPPP omg you're so sweet :')

livmichaels HAHAHAHAHAHHA (12 min)
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username2 when will hayley and billie meet??? (11 min)
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ย  ย  ollytheelephant
probably not for ages cause i'm lazy and love a really good slow burn

billieeilish damn i should be doing this to finneas (4 min)
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ย  ย  finneas
ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  @billieeilish i'd really prefer you didn't
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hayleyobrien
would i be a terrible person if i said pls do...
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finneas
@hayleyobrien yes i'd hate you forever
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billieeilish
@finneas BRO BE NICE

username3 i love how dylan STILL hasn't liked this post but has come back to comment multiple times (6 min)
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ย  ย  hayleyobrien
ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  @username3 give him 30 then watch him come do it outta respect

tylerhoechlin @tylerposey58 (9 min)
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ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  username3
ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  NOT THE TAG HAHAHAHA

tylerposey58 thanks bestie this is now my lockscreen ๐Ÿซถ (8 min)
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ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  dylanobrienofficial
ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  @tylerposey58 you little bitch
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ย  ย  ย  ย  tylerposey58
@dylanobrienofficial c'mon void was your best era
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ย  ย  ย  ย  hayleyobrien
ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  @tylerposey58 but only cause scott killed him
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ย  ย  ย ย  dylansprayberry
OH DAMNNNN
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ย  ย  ย  ย  dylanobrienofficial
ย  ย  ย ย  @dylansprayberry got something to say?
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ย  ย  ย ย  dylansprayberry
@dylanobrienofficial i'm not getting in the ย ย  middle of this ๐Ÿ˜

username4 but if you miss tour sm just restart it ๐Ÿซ  (5 min)
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ย  ย  ย  ย  ย ย  livmichaels
ย  ย ย  ย  ย  @username4 ik literally what i just told her ๐Ÿ’”


















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PLACING A HAND on the door handle, Hayley pulls a face at how she can barely feel the cool metal due to her fingers already being numb from the smoothie she had just finished off (that in her words, had been made with far too much ice). As soon as the large timber door swings open, the teenager is immediately greeted with a waft of fresh citrus and faint calls of feminine laughter; presumedly from a burning candle, and Liv winning a ridiculously petty argument with Dylan.

With a smile already ghosting across her lips, she quickly shuts the door behind her and shakes her shoes off to go find the source of noise. The second her eyes lock with her older brother, Dylan stifles his own laughter, his palm slapping up to cover his mouth. Glancing over to her best friend, Hayley sighs upon finding the blonde in a similar predicament. Her brows arch questioningly, and she tosses her keys onto the kitchen bench tiredly. "What?"

The question is dry, making it evident she's running out of patience. Though, the way her lips twitch show she is really finding the situation humorous. Dylan quickly dawns a blank expression, his eyes boring into the face of his sister. "Oh, we were just looking at your Instagram."

Ah.

"And I pointed out that you look like a fucking bug," he finishes with another snort of laughter.

Hayley rolls her eyes with a smile, gesturing for the other in the room to add to the conversation. "Go on, I know you're dying to speak."

A muffled giggle leaves Liv's tightly pursed lips, her shoulders shaking lightly. "Then I said that you look like that guy from 'Monsters Inc.' You know, the green alien."

"No!" Dylan suddenly blurts out. "You look like the lady from 'The Incredibles.'

Hayley's brown eyes squint in thought as all three struggle to find the name of said character. Approximately after a minute or so of silence, she clicks her tongue in realisation. "Edna?"

A chorus of hums in agreement fill the expansive room, until it is replaced with loud laughter once again. While both females begin a debate on whether blueberry in smoothies should be allowed or not, neither notice Dylan eyeing the phone that buzzes silently with a notification momentarily lighting up the screen. Without another thought, the man snatches it off the marble and into his hands, his eyes quickly scanning over who's texting his sister. "Oh, shit," he whispers.

"Dylan, who is it?"

Hayley's snaps him out of the brief daze, and Dylan hesitates as he contemplates one of two things. He could hand the phone back, because that's the polite thing to do, or, he could do the older brotherly thing and unlock the phone (because of course he knows her password) and reply to Billie's DM.

Her question hadn't been of malicious manner, she had just genuinely been curious who had messaged her. Neither Hayley or Dylan had ever been secretive with one another, each sibling had always known absolutely everything about the other, if not more about them than themselves. However, both draw harsh lines in the sand on the topic of going into each other's phones.

When his lips curl into a devious smirk, Hayley's heart begins to thump a little faster as she quickly realises what's going on, and exactly what is running through her brother's mind. "Dyl, please don't," she says firmly, her head tilting to the side as she holds her hand out. "C'mon, dude, don't be a dick." She knows exactly who messaged her.

Olivia takes a little longer. Her eyes widen comically a few seconds later. "Dylan, you bastard-" She's cut off as said man jumps off his allocated bar stool and runs down the hallway and out of sight with giggles trailing after his figure. The two girls turn to each other at the same time with identical expressions. "You go window, I go door?"

Hayley nods as the two break off into runs toward their respective directions. Just before she exists through the sliding doors leading out to the backyard, the brunette yells out, "Dylan Rhodes O'Brien, I'm going to kill you!"

Realistically, she knows the chances of getting to him before he has sent a message to Billie are almost impossible. No, not 'almost.' It's definitely impossible. The damage has already been done. The question now, is how catastrophic said damage is.

Hayley is thanking deciding to renovate their house because a ladder is leaning up against the brick wall leading to the second story, most likely courtesy to the tradesman who had been around yesterday to install new windows. Carefully climbing up each rung that is coated in rust, Hayley can hear muffled yells of protest and loud, almost evil cackles of laughter coming from the guest room that Dylan is staying in.

"Okay, what have I got that could incriminate me," she begins to mutter to herself, praying that the ladder won't collapse from underneath her before reaching the window. "Oh, just dozens of posters, Pinterest boards, journal pages, secret songs- Fuck. I am fucked."

The second the brunette sets her eyes inside of her brother's assigned room, she groans loudly as she watches him sitting on the end of his mattress with an intense, concentrated expression as he furiously types away on her phone. Not wasting any longer, Hayley grabs onto the handle of the window and slides the glass to the side, leaving a gap large enough for her to climb through. At the sound, Dylan's head snaps to the side and his eyes widen out of alarm. "Shit."

Having heard the exclamation through the other side of the wood, Liv rolls her eyes and doesn't bother to continue trying to get the door open. "You fucking idiot! If she's inside with you, you are dead."

Scrambling up to stand on his bed, Dylan raises his eyebrows challengingly and holds the phone high up in the air, definitely out of his sister's reach. "Hayley, I have many things to do today, I don't want to be murdered and buried in my backyard."

Giving him a look of pure exasperation, she tries her best to ignore the loud notification alert that comes from her phone. "Dylan, what the fuck could you possibly do today? You haven't worked since last month. And by the way, it's not your backyard, and you will be kicked out of this house after this."

Placing a hand on his hip, the man scoffs. "I'll have you know I was filming a fucking movie last month, okay? So..." His lips purse together as the room falls silence for a few seconds, until he sighs in defeat. "Fine, I don't have anything to do today. But I still don't want to die."

Hayley nods in understanding, giving her brother a look of mock sympathy. "So if you don't want to die, dude, give me my phone. Really fucking simple."

"Yeah, really simple!" Olivia yells, still locked out in the hallway.

Pointing a finger over to the door, Hayley smiles. "She gets it." Her arm outstretches toward her brother who narrows his eyes in return, his gaze occasionally moving over to the device in his palm that continues to vibrate. "Phone."

Swallowing nervously from the tone that reminds him of their mother, Dylan grits his teeth together in hesitation. "In my defence, I didn't even say anything bad," he exclaims as he is finally tugged down off the bed, huffing when the phone is snatched out of his hand.

Hayley briefly looks over to her brother and scoffs in disbelief. "Yeah, right."

As the teenager opens Instagram, Dylan rolls his eyes playfully and attempts to wrap his arm around his sister, slumping down onto the floor with a pout when she smacks his elbow. "Okay, I might have sent a few messages, but I would never throw you under the bus, bug. You know that."

"Tell that to Florence Pugh when you leaked how Hay has a crush on her!"

"Now that was funny," he exclaims defensively, stomping rather dramatically over to wrench open the door to reveal the scowling blonde.

"Nah, I like to disagree with that," Hayley mutters. Both adults look over to her, worried for more or so the same reasons as each other. For the last minute, she had been abnormally quiet, a stark contrast to the commotion she had been making up until getting her phone back. She finally looks up to her siblings, her eyes raw and red with a fresh coat of tears lining them.

Olivia's own eyes widen in concern, and she gives the male beside her a stern glare before rushing over to the girl. "Dylan, what the fuck did you do?"

Hayley wipes the single tear that rolls down her cheek, sniffling a few times before clearing her throat. She hands the phone over to Liv to let her see for herself, then wordlessly strides over to her brother to tightly hug him. "Sorry I threatened to murder you," she whispers, every part of her completely vulnerable and wide open like one of her leather-bound journals.


















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so my sister has been obsessed with
you for years.
like it's actually a bit unhealthy...
it got to the point where we wereย 
all worried for a good moment...
whether you knew about it or not,
you've saved her life on multiple occasions
and honestly are probably one of the
main reasons she's with us all today.
idk if she'll ever admit it, but you mean
the fucking world to her billie.
i just wanted to say thank you

firstly i think this is dylan
secondly i'm literally sobbing so thanks
she's been my lifeline for probably the
same time that i've been hers.
so i guess in ways we both owe
ourselves to each other
i know i do
ok no ones responding
dylan or hayley
someone respond please before
i lose my fucking mind

oh my god i'm so sorry
he stole my phone

HAIL
๐ŸงŠ๐ŸงŠ๐ŸงŠ๐ŸงŠ
YOU'RE BACK
I MISSED YOU

i was freaking the fuck out
thinking he was going
to do a LOT worse than that

what's your definition of 'worse'

we aren't close enough for you
to know that yet ๐Ÿ˜ญ
but billie
i owe you everything too
it actually hurts how much
i love you

DAMN
confessing already??

shut up

nope

rude

will you take it back if i say
i love you more

done


















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๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜‹๐˜บ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜Ž๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜™๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜Œ๐˜œ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด. ๐˜‰๐˜œ๐˜› ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜‹๐˜‘๐˜ž๐˜‘๐˜’๐˜˜๐˜’๐˜ˆ๐˜’๐˜š
๐™„๐™ข๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™จ๐™ž๐™™๐™š ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™š: ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜Ž๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜™๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต, ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ.

๐˜“๐˜ฆ๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ด (๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜น๐˜ฆ)

๐˜ˆ๐˜ญ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ต 1.5๐˜ฌ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ. ๐˜‘๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. ๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ'๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ

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