Distance

Distance - a short story

Part 2

"Hey baby, how was your flight?"

Oliver sighed into the phone. It was so nice to hear Toms voice with the certainty that he would be seeing him so soon.

"It were alrigh'," he yawned quietly. He figured they may as well take the cab all the way to the train station rather than getting the tube. It was, really, unnecessary, and he couldn't be bothered waking the others. "I've just been missing you 's all."

After his phone conversation, Oliver reclined against the cab seat and closed his eyes.

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He was being shaken roughly, which is when he realised he'd fallen asleep. His eyes shot open to meet those of Jordan's. They quickly scrambled out from the cab and payed the driver. Their bags were piled up next to the rest of the lads who were already sorting through the pile.

The train was nearly empty, yet their compartment made a home for a lone woman. She looked young, and petite, covered in tattoos. Her hair was short and ebony black, straight with a fringe. She was on the phone talking softly, Oliver though, probably to her partner. Oliver recognised her, a tattoo artist residing in his hometown of Sheffield. She seemed nice and down to earth, with a gentle yet purposeful aura.

Oliver slept most of the train journey, practically in Jordan's lap. Matt and Matt sat opposite them, with Lee going solo on the seat beside them. At first the rest of the band had been skeptical of Jordan and Olivers friendship and having Jordan in the band, but now they all couldn't be closer.

Jordan was infatuated with him. He couldn't believe his luck when they became mates, when they became the very best of mates. He couldn't be sure whether he wanted more than a friendship with Oliver, but he didn't ever think about it, because Oli was spoken for. It angered him that Oli was with Tom. It's not that he thought it was wrong, he couldn't care less, but it was simply the fact that Oli was with anyone at all (anyone but him).