Summer Nights

*Holly's P.O.V*
I almost collapsed into my car, relieved the day was finally over.
Since I'd missed out on almost a month of practice, I had to do extra strength exercises and drills with Assistant Coach Wilson. It didn't help that Coach Walker was pacing back and forth like a caged lion, eyeing me like I'd washed up on the shore. She constantly reminded us that our next game was next week, and in order for us to beat them, we needed to practice. What she was having us do wasn't practice– it was some kind of freak bootcamp designed for insecure mothers who just had their tenth child.
"Are you feeling the burn?" She half-asked, half-yelled, at me as I was in the middle of executing my set of two hundred sit-ups. I was tempted to say, "I'm not feeling it– I'm living it!", but I think she'd find my answer less-than-amusing. She'd already proven herself capable of mercilessly dealing out punishments like an all-you-can-serve marine camp; just ask Caitlyn Anderson. She had to run an extra three miles around the track for the rest of practice when she'd stopped to wipe the perspiration from her eyes.
I shook my head, glad that I'd completed all my homework during study hall.

A knock on my window made me look up. Smiling, I rolled it down.
"Hey guys! How was practice?" I asked the five sweaty football players.
"Long," Louis said, rolling his eyes.
"I think the sun's out to murder us," Zayn added. I chuckled, and they kept complaining about their drills.
"One of these days, I'm gonna have to see if Coach Walker isn't a robot sent to take over the world," I dryly remarked, earning good-hearted laughs.
"Aw, is the mean old coach being hard on you?" Harry asked, putting on a pouty face. I rolled my eyes and ruffled his hair.
"Do you guys need a ride?" I asked, eyeing their backpacks and gym bags.
"Sure!" They all chirped happily.
"Alright, just put your stuff in the trunk, and hop in."
"Don't you mean the boot?" Liam teased. I made a face and motioned for them to get in.
"Whatever, you crazy Brits," I mumbled, turning on the air conditioning and the radio. Louis gasped in mock indignation, putting a hand over his heart.
"Excuse me? Excuse me?" He sputtered, attempting to do one of those Tyra Banks neck rolls. I laughed, pulling out of the parking lot.
"You definitely won't pass as a diva, Tomlinson," I said, turning onto the road. He pretended to be highly insulted, and stuck his head in the air, except he forgot I put my roof up, so he ended up banging his nose.
"Oops! Sorry 'bout that," I said, chuckling and lowering the roof.
"It's fine." The guys were laughing like crazy at Louis' expense, and he acted like a girl, tossing his hair.
"Whatever, peasants," he muttered. I giggled.
"Watch what you say, Tomlinson –remember the last time you said that?" I asked, and he moaned.
"Too far. . ." Confused, I turned around to see him trying to reach out to shush me. I laughed, turning to Niall, who was in the passenger seat.
"Who should I drop off first?" I asked.
"Harry's house is closer, then it's Liam's, then Zayn's, then mine, then Louis," he told me. I nodded, turning onto an intersection. Liam handed me a sheet of paper that he'd scrawled all the addresses on, and I started the route to Harry's house.

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