ʳᵒᵒᵐᵐᵃᵗᵉˢ ( jack gilinsky )

30 - harry styles

song mood for this chapter-
no scrubs - tlc

jack's pov

i make my way back to the dorm from my 7pm class right before the sun sets.

as i unlock the door, i notice mia sitting on the living room floor with textbooks and papers scattered all around her.

she gives me a small smile and pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"hi." she says softly.

"hey." i throw my backpack on the floor and walk over to her. "whatcha doing?"

"studying for my final," she scribbles something down on her paper and deeply sighs, "fuck!"

"what?!" i jump.

"i don't understand this at all. help me."

"it can't be that hard." i crouch down and grab her paper to look at it. my eyes widen when i see the massive amounts of intricate equations and symbols. "what class is this? chinese?!"

"no, it's statistics." she giggles.

i reach over to her textbooks and slam them shut.

"jack! what the hell!" she gasps, frantically trying to open them again.

i swipe the books away from her before she can touch them. "you need some fun in your life. i'm not letting you stay in on a friday night... studying chinese."

"statistics." she corrects me. "and i can't go out, i really need to study for this, jack."

"you've been studying for the past two weeks, you're not gonna fail."

she glares at me.

"i believe in you." i poke her shoulder.

"wow. you just cured my crippling anxiety."

"shut up." i roll my eyes. "some sorority is throwing a huge party in west hollywood. i heard harry styles is gonna be there. we're going." i chime.

"um, hollywood is where all the crackheads live."

"see! you'll fit right in." i joke and she slaps my leg. "it's only 20 minutes away. and all of our friends are going."

"...did you say harry styles?" she looks up and i chuckle.

"the one and only. now go get ready."

"okay... fine!" she caves in. "but i'm not getting drunk."

mia's pov

okay, i might be a little drunk.

to be fair, the party ended up being at a boujee ass mansion, which also conveniently has its own mini bar. i'm currently sitting there with my favorite people.

"harrrryyyy! where are you, sweetie?!" tyler tipsily hollers.

"i'm more of a zayn fan, to be honest." jack says.