Figuring You Out

Chapter Five

Oliver's POV

I throw myself on the ground and started to do push ups. Down. Up. Down. Up again.

"Let's go boys," Coach Rick shouts, with his annoyingly warm looking tracksuit on.

"If he doesn't shut up, I'll punch him," Lewis hisses beside me. I laugh under my breath, whilst my hands were slowly turning numb from the muddy grass.

"I'd like to see you try," Liam comments back, the screeching sound of the whistle pierces our ears, we stood and move onto the next circuit. Passing, my strong point. I crouch on my knees and breathe deeply for a second while Liam lazily tosses the ball to Lewis.

"Oliver, come on lad!" Coach commands, I roll my eyes and share a look with Liam and Lewis, then run to the ball and pass it over to Lewis. My feet plough through the grass as I push the heavy feeling of exhaustion in my chest back down.

"Alright boys, let's call it a day," Coach announces, we all relax and slump back to the changing rooms. Liam still grumbling about a number of things on the way back.

"Walkers, boy," Coach warns dangerously.

"Fine," Liam sighs, I throw a friendly arm around him and let out a chuckle as we walk back to the tin cans in a comfortable silence.

"Urgh," Liam moans, his head tilted to the ceiling, I crumple my shirt in my hand before a phone is shoved in my face, "Look," It was a story of Liam's living room with head banging music and stuffed full of people. I look at the username at the top and recognise it as Liam's older and far less responsible brother Nathan.

"Staying at mine tonight then?" I suggest, heartily, he agrees and it seems to cheer him up a bit as we pack out stuff and begin the dulled walk back to mine after an agreement from my parents.

"Still mad at Bram?" I ask, minding the broken glass bottle on the floor. Don't you just love London.

"I'm always mad at him," he comments lightly, "Now, onto more important matters to discuss,"

I push my hands into my pockets and breathe out a laugh, "Go on,"

"What type of pizza are we ordering?" he says, incredulously, we both let out loud cackles before arriving into the warmth of my house once again.

"Hi loves," Mum waves from her spot on the sofa with Dad, she was still wearing her silk scarf and her frizzy blonde hair was twisted into what she calls 'after a stressful day' bun.

"Hey Mrs Chapman," Liam replies, taking off his shoes gentler than he ever has at his actual home, my dad does a sort of nod salute thing and we head upstairs. We both collapse on my bed and I open my phone to order the pizza after a rather heated debate with Liam about whether pepperoni or meat feast was the way to go. We then gradually turn to the games controllers laying on the side and begin the tournament of a century. 

"Are you joking?" Liam roars, slamming the controller down on the bean bag.

"Pizza, boys," Mum says cheerily, opening the door and passing a few cardboard boxes with a glorious smell through the crack of the door. Liam takes them, instantly distracted and sets them down on my desk after pushing all the stationary off it without asking.

"Bloody game is rigged anyway," Liam mutters, taking a mouthful of pizza, practically drooling.

"All I hear is a sore loser, mate," I smirk, I turn back to the heaven in front of me before a piece of it is thrown in my face. "Oh, so that's how you want to play, huh Walkers?"

I tear off my own piece of pizza and launch it directly at him, it escalates into a fit of laughter and throwing of various pizza flavours and garlic bread before Mum comes in and breaks it up. The laughter begins to die down a bit as we strip to our boxers and I pull out the mattress under my own bed for Liam.

"Night mate,"

"Night, bro,"