Page 91 of Wherever You Are
Willow Hale (21) & Her Boyfriend – Garrison Abbey (22)
Update:As far as the internet knows, these two didn’t see each other on Valentine’s. Truthfully, we don’t have any photos of them together for like…a whole year. Some sources say they might be broken up. It would be a little odd, if that was the case, since we do know that Garrison still lives with Loren Hale. But stranger things have happened!
What do you think? Are Willow and Garrison still together? Take the poll below!
Love you like Loren loves Lily,
xo Olive
20PRESENT DAY – February
London, England
WILLOW HALE
Age 21
Iglance quickly at my cellphone, regretting popping up the internet notification—or even setting notifications for entertainment headlines. Keeping up with fandoms isn’t as fun when my name appears and sends a jolt of anxiety coursing through me.
Only one day has passed since Valentine’s, and already, people are speculating that Garrison and I have broken up.
A random poll on a fan site has accumulatedthousandsof entries, and an overwhelming 84% of fans agree that my relationship has failed. And I’m not really surprised a credible magazine linked this fan site as a newsworthy source.
I think back, and I know I used to be the one clicking into polls about the Calloway sisters. Eagerly feeding this machine and rumor mill. Some are fun and harmless. Others cut too deep. And until I was on the receiving end, I never really understood the gravity of those cuts.
Jokes on all of them, though. Garrison and I are 100% still a couple.
But I’m not winning any Best Girlfriend awards this morning. “Maybe the time zones mixed up everything? Are you sure they delivered?” I ask Garrison on the phone while I frantically search the messy common area.
Wine glasses and empty bottles of Sauvignon Blanc make sticky rings on the coffee table, and I toss pillows off a purple thrift store couch, then peek behind the small TV. I already received an un-rate-able, out-of-this-world box of chocolates for Valentine’s from Daisy—(half the tin was espresso flavored)—so I don’t know why Garrison’s gift is missing.
“Nah,” he says. “I’m pretty sure they were already sent to your apartment last night—your time. I got an email confirmation, and someone signed off on the delivery. So they have to be there.”
I woke up in a cold sweat at 7 a.m. to his text message.
Garrison:did u like the roses? You never said anything about em
My heart sunk to my knees, and I texted back:what roses?
And then he called me.
Now I’m sweeping the tiny kitchen for a dozen pink roses and wondering if I should’ve taken Lo and Ryke’s handout.
The offer came early this month.
My brothers flew out to London ASAP—sooner than the visit they planned and booked—after Garrison made an off-handed comment about my flat being unsafe.
I don’t blame him for the loose lips. Heliveswith Lo, and he said it just slipped out.
When my famous brothers arrived, the internet went wild.
SPOTTED! Loren Hale & Ryke Meadows in London!
They were trending on Twitter, but they entered my apartment dressed in workout gear—baseball caps, sweatshirts, running pants, and Nikes—appearing more like normal men in their late twenties than billionaire celebrities.
No matter their clothing, they’re intimidating. Towering with overprotectiveness as I opened the door. Concern was etched in Lo’s sharp gaze and Ryke’s hardened jaw.
Lo bulldozed his way in. “Is this the lock?” His glare punctured inanimate objects like the doorknob already accosted me.
