die without you; j.g

nine;

holland's pov;

"rise and shine, holland!" parker yells, yanking the small fleece blanket off of me. my eyes flutter open and a rush of pain comes to my head. "hungover again, i see! and on a school night, just perfect!" parker exclaims sarcastically.

i lift my head some to see that i had fallen asleep on the couch. it's been a couple weeks since i've moved into jacks house and parker had developed this habit of just walking in whenever he felt like. jack didn't seem to mind, even gave him a spare key, but it pissed me off every time. "parker, can you just... not this morning?" i grumble, slowly sitting up.

"no, i can't. hm, empty bottle of bacardi and SKYY," he says observing the bottles on the coffee table.

i ignored his comment and grab the bottle ibuprofen and poured 4 into my hand. "this isn't completely empty, parker." i point to the SKYY vodka before picking it up and downing the pills, using the rest of the alcohol to wash them down.

parker jerks the bottle out of my hands, "oh my god, holland!" he scolds, before slamming the bottle back onto the table and standing over me. "get up." he orders. i squint my eyes at him and shake my head. "holland, i said get your ass up!" he raises his voice, surprising me. i look at him, confused, but he just holds his stern expression. i sigh, and slowly raise myself off the couch to stand in front of him. he grabs ahold of my arm and practically drags me upstairs, making sure not to hurt me though.

"what are you doing!?" i ask, trying to pull my arm from his grasp, which failed. he doesn't answer and pulls me into the room jack gave me. "parker!" he finally let's go of me.

"pack your things." he tells me, crossing his arms over his chest.

"what? no!" i refuse.

"holland..." he clenches his jaw.

"why?" i raise my voice.

"because you're coming to stay with me." he answers.

"no i am not! why should i? i'm fine here."

"no you're not fine!" he fires back. "you're off your shit and you need help and clearly jacks house isn't the right environment for you!"

i scoff, appalled by his accusations. "oh my god! what is wrong with you, parker?"

"NO, what is wrong with you!?" he yells, moving closer to me.

"nothing is wrong me!"

"bullshit!" he spits. "you are drinking your breakfast, lunch, and dinner! i know that you're going through shit with your parents but that's not excuse for you to be doing this to yourself!"

"i am living my life how i want to live it. you can't control me just because you don't like my choices, parker!" i fire back.

"your choices? is that what you're calling it? you are drowning yourself in alcohol!" he laughs dryly. "you are coming with me to my house. i've already talked it through with my parents and you can have our guest room."

"parker, you are not my dad! you can't just tell me what to do and expect me to do it." i argue.

"i am not trying to be your dad, holland, i'm trying to be your friend. a friend who cares about you and can see when you're in trouble and needs help. after all the shit that's happened between us over the past month, i am still here, for you, because i care." he explains, grabbing both of my hands with his.

"i. don't. need. help." i deny, slowly.

he sighs and moves his hands up to cup my face. "holly, look at me. i love you. you are my best friend. and you are worrying me like hell. you're an alcoholic. and it's weird to say that of a 17 year old girl, but it's true." i opened my mouth to protest but he quickly stopped me. "don't even try to deny it because i know that "water" bottle you bring to school everyday doesn't have water in it, instead its filled with vodka. you're always hammered, so much so that i bet you've even gotten used to waking up everyday with a monstrous headache and not to remember the day before. hangovers are normal to you now, and that's sad. it would be foolish of you to think that you don't need help. and from what i've seen, jack is a good guy but he does not know how to help you with this, he just provides and provides you with more booze. so, the best thing for you is to come home with me because i know you and i know how to help you." he finishes.

i chuckle, and pull myself away from him. "parker, you can't help me! because i don't need help with this, this is who i am. i've been drinking since i was 12 and i'm not gonna stop now."

"i know you've been drinking for a long time but you've never drank this much this often. just, please holland. i'm worried about you."

"what's going on in here?" a familiar raspy voice asks from behind us. parker and i both turn our heads to look at a shirtless jack standing in the door way with a confused look on his face. parker looks back at me with a pleading expression. part of me knows parker's right and that he only wants to save me from myself. part of me knows i should go with him. but the other part of me can't imagine losing the one thing that helps me forget about all the other shitty things in my life. i need the alcohol. "uh, hello?" jack grabs my attention again.

i look at parker before answering, "parker was just leaving." i say, not taking my eyes off of parker, his expression changes when he hears my answer. he looked disappointed.

"why were you guys yelling?" jack questions, raising his perfectly shaped brows.

"not important. i'm just gonna.. go." parker rushes out, moving quickly to grab his things and leave. i could tell he sad and angry with my response but i need to make my own decisions, he can't try to make them for me. i do hate him being disappointed with me, though.

i fall back on the bed, sighing. parker called me holly today. he used to call me that when we were kids. it was his special name for me, only he could call me that. as we grew older the name wore off. though, he still called me it sometimes, when he was really happy about something or really serious about something. he hasn't called it in awhile, so when the name slipped his lips, i knew he meant business. i know he's not gonna let this go so easily. i feel a dip in the bed next to me. "wanna talk about it?" jack asks.

"not really," i answer, honestly.

"okay, then don't talk. but, i'm just gonna lay with you and if you ever feel like talking, then go for it. i'll be listening." he smiles over at me, and boy was it contagious. i shuffle over to him and lay my head on his toned chest. he wraps an arm around me and gets comfortable.

"thank you," i breathe out after a few minutes of just laying like that.

"for what?" he asks.

"for this, for the room, for everything."

"you don't have to thank me. i know i've only really known you for a little over a month, but i'd do anything for you." he whispers, making my cheeks flush and lips curve upward. "for the record, i know parker would too, so whatever happened this morning, why ever you were yelling, i'm sure parker just wants the best for you."

those words, coming from him, surprised me. but also, gave me a lot to think about.

my feelings for jack were evolving and i hated it. his reputation with girls isn't good but i understand why girls like katie were so infatuated with him.

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a/n; so i know this chapter is kind of short and doesn't have much jack. but i LOVE parker and wanted to have more of him in the story.