die without you; j.g

three;

holland's pov;

i wake up to someone's alarm blasting, and my head feeling like it's going to explode. "fuck, cut it off!" i hear sammy groan from the floor. i slowly sit up l
realize that i'm still at jacks house, and passed out on his couch. johnson quickly grabs his phone and cuts the alarm off.

"what time is it?" i croak out, holding my head.

"9:03." johnson answered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"fuck, we're late," nate says slowly standing up from the chair he was in. "someone go get jack,"

"fuck that, i ain't dealing with his ass. he's not a morning person." sammy refuses and johnson agrees from beside him. "you go get him, holland. you're a girl so he won't get as mad at you. plus he likes you." i scowl at him and he corrects himself, "as a friend, of course. but anyways go."

"fine," i huff, throwing my legs off the couch and standing up. "which is his room?" i ask.

"upstairs, second on the left," nate answers, and i slowly climb the stairs, trying not to think about my massive headache. once i make it to his door, i quietly open it and saunter over to his bed. soft snores are leaving his lips and he's cuddled into the pillow, which is adorable.

i sit down on the bed next to him carefully and place my hand on his bare shoulder. i shook him a little, "jack," i whispered. "jack, get up. we're late for school." i continued, hearing him groan. i smile at his frustration. "come on, gilinsky. get your ass up," i order chuckling. surprisingly, he lets out a quiet laugh and sits up.

"fuck, my head," he grumbles.

i chuckle, "yeah, we went a little too hard for a monday night."

"no shit. i feel like someone played baseball with my head," he says causing me laugh.

"so can i borrow one of your hoodies to wear, because i don't wanna show up to school in the same thing i wore yesterday," i ask.

"mhm," he hums. "all the clean ones i have are in there," he points to his closet and i walk over to it and start to look through them.

"all the ones over here have 'gilinsky' on the back," i tell him.

"okay?" he drags out.

"so people are gonna know i'm wearing your shit,"

"so fucking what?" he shrugs standing up, he was shirtless and in his boxers and it was really hot. he walks over to his dresser.

"fine, whatever," i roll my eyes, grabbing one and slipping it on over my tank top. i look over at jack and he was putting on a t-shirt.

"did you ever call your dad back last night?" he asks slipping on some jeans.

"oh shit! i fucking forgot," my dad is going to kill me.

he chuckles, and moves to open his bedroom door, he motions for me to go and then follows behind me. "so can you drive me today because i have no fucking idea where my keys are, and i don't feel like looking," i ask as we walk downstairs to meet the other boys.

"yeah, no problem." i nod, silently thanking him. all the boys were in jack's kitchen drinking coffee and eating eggos with no syrup. "don't fuck up my kitchen, guys, seriously," jack warns, taking an eggo from sam's plate.

"i want a bite," i plead, sitting on the counter. jack rolls his eyes and breaks a piece off his. he comes in between my legs and motions for me to open my mouth. "seriously?" he smiles and nods. i reluctantly open my mouth and jack pops the waffle in. i chew it happily and thank him.