"Oliver Oshae!" Evelyn shouts through the door, banging on its surface, the wood groaning beneath the incessant pounding of her fist, "If you don't get your arse out of bed you can think twice about playing that away game"
That has the blonde giant beside me startling. Still situated in the cage of his arms, I feel him nuzzle his face against the crown of my head, his hand leisurely drawing circles on my t-shirt clad back.
"Ol, you need to get up" I laugh quietly, poking at his ribs
"Five more minutes" he groans, pulling me impossibly closer and tickling my sides
My laughter isn't quiet now as I shove at his hands, my skin sensitive to the touch.
"Is there a girl in there?" Evelyn shrieks, rattling the door handle.
"Yes mam there is" he grumbles, finally sitting up but keeping me firmly tucked into his side.
"Cory! He's lost the plot" She shouts at Olly's dad who I have no doubt is downstairs making her a morning coffee as he does everyday
"What's that love?" he shouts back
The full house is communicating through walls and door, and it truly is comical.
"Your son has a girl in his locked bedroom!"
"That's nice" Cory shouts, seemingly unbothered or too tired for this conversation
"I live with two blonde idiots" she says quieter, "Yous both play into the stereotype you know!" she says a little louder.
"Yeah mam but you love us" Olly laughs, his shaking body rattling against mine
Tired of being quiet I decide to put Evelyn out her misery.
"Hi Evy" I shout, so I fit in with this morning's plan
"Katie?" she squeals, "Oliver let me in I want to see my girl" she babbles excitedly.
I love this woman, she's the closest thing I have to a mother, which is why I fight against Olly and run to unlock his door. Where I'm met with one of my favourite people.
Standing about 5'7 Evelyn Oshae is a tall woman, with mousy brown pin straight hair, pointed features and full of life. She's the origin of Olly's forest green eyes and I'd be lying if I didn't say I liked her all the more for it. She pulls me in for a hug, her arms fisted in the back of my borrowed t-shirt.
"I've missed you" she whispers into my ear.
"You saw me a few days ago"
She pulls back grabbing my face and inspecting me, I worry she'll see something that's evidence of last night but she doesn't say anything. The Oshae's don't know about any of my issues, Olly respects me enough to know it's not his place to tell them. Will I ever tell them? Probably not.
"A few days to long" she huffs, "I'll go make breakfast, drag that son of mine out bed"
She pats my cheek and rushes down the stairs, her dressing gown billowing behind her.
"You heard her Oliver rise and shine" I laugh, feeling much lighter than last night.
Wandering over to his side of the bed I pull at his eyelids forcing them open and pulling a stupid face. In the morning I feel bright enough to joke, to have fun and to not feel guilty about enjoying something fun, even though by lunch time depression will have stolen my mood.
"Katie if you loved me you'd let me sleep" he mumbles, voice laced with tiredness
"Yeah well unfortunately for you Ol that's not an emotion I'm capable of" I sigh, dragging at his arm.
As soon as the words escape my mouth he sits up, eyes scarily sober as they stare into me.
"Katie you are capable of so much, loving someone is one of the easiest and hardest things a person can do, you just have to trust them enough to catch you when you fall" he frowns at his own words, turning away from me.
"Well, I trust you and your parents, and yous are my favourite people on this planet but I can't bring myself to say I love yous, I can't do it Ol" I say, smiling sadly at him.
"You don't trust us, not really because you don't trust yourself" he smiles sadly getting out of bed and rounding its base toward me, "but you'll get there" he finishes the statement, kissing my forehead and escaping to the bathroom.
So now I'll just sit here and berate myself for fucking it up again, no matter how hard I try I can't say the right thing. Because my truth is horror to the rest of the world.
