Games

19

The drive back home definitely felt much quicker than the drive up to the vacation house. It was spent with the radio turned to a low volume and our voices filling the car, talking and joking about anything and everything we possibly could. We discussed music, reasons Oliver moved with Matty and Lee into Matt's house, movies, me possibly cutting my hair, our pasts a bit more, the future, whether or not we would tell the guys about us yet, and everything in between.

In that moment everything in life was simply content; I had no complaints and although neither of us had any set plans on what the actual fuck we wanted to do with our lives, it didn't matter. We had decided to live in the now; take shit day by day and simply see where life took us. Some would call it reckless, others careless, but we were going to play it smart. It wasn't like either of us to live according to society's norm, and we were both okay with that. We'd fuck off together. Who cared, really?

By the time we had arrived at Matt's house, where we would meet Max to drop off his car, it was nearing 5 in the afternoon and I was already exhausted. From getting up at 9am to making breakfast, cleaning and packing up, and talking nonstop for almost three hours, I had become worn down. I was practically dozed off in the passenger seat when Oliver nudged my shoulder, alerting me that we were there.

Reluctantly, I got up with a sigh and stretched as soon as I stepped out of the car, slumping back onto it once I had the door closed.

"Help me get the shit out," Oliver demanded, slapping my shoulder to try and wake me some more.

With an annoyed groan I dragged my feet to the trunk and helped him grab our things. He didn't actually need help at all, so I knew he was trying to get me to do something to keep me awake, although I damn well just wanted fall on my face and pass out.

"Help me bring this shit upstairs and then you can sleep, alright?" He said, a bag slung over his shoulder while he looked at me expectantly. When I didn't reply he sighed and shut the trunk, grabbing my hand to tug me into Matt's house. "You're an actual baby sometimes," he laughed.

"Well that makes you a pedophile, considering you've fucked this baby before," I replied sarcastically, flashing him a slightly apologetic smile when he looked over his shoulder and glared at me.

"That's disgusting," he chuckled, turning back around with a shake of his head.

The moment we stepped into Matt's house I was greeted with Dan appearing almost out of nowhere with a determined look on his face. Without saying a word to Oliver, he sped past him and instead kept his intent stare on me, grasping my hand and tugging me away from Oliver. I stumbled behind his quickly moving body and looked back over my shoulder to see Oliver chuckling at me, giving his attention to Matty when he appeared at his side. Apparently he wasn't missing my presence.

"What are you doing mate?" I asked as Dan pulled me into the empty kitchen, making sure the swinging door had stopped completely before running a hand through bleached blonde hair and giving me an expectant look.

"Uh, what?" I asked, honestly unsure of what exactly he was playing at.

"Did you tell him?" He asked, urging an answer out of me just with those four simple words. And... oh. That.

Feeling a bit mischievous, I decided to mess with him a bit, making sure the obvious fall of my face was believable. Just as the sad look took over, Dan's hands were balled into fists and he looked both apologetic and angry at the same time.

"Did he hurt you?" Dan asked, already becoming overprotective. This side of Dan was nice but amusing; it was funny to see how worked up over these things he got.

"No," I mumbled, lowering my head, trying to hide the smirk. "I just-"

"What happened?" He rushed to my side and sat us down at the table, a comforting hand on my arm while he watched me with careful eyes.