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th3maestr0 · 1 year

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‘Got Ya Drummer’

Blur vs. Oasis, the typical 90s debacle. The two bands are shoved together at one party at the same time, where the drummer of Oasis meets her ‘rival’ Damon Albarn, although he’s sloshed out of his mind.

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Flashing lights, interviews, tours, recording studios and sold out venues, something you'd never thought you'd experience after being asked to join your friends band back when you were still teenagers. You almost missed the calm and peaceful life, without cameras and microphones being shoved in your face every-time you went outside, but at this point dodging the paparazzi was an everyday chore, and you'd gotten quite used to it, but the fans, cheering and tours all felt unreal, it felt amazing knowing you have a part in something that brings so many people together, so you didn't mind the bad side of fame, as the good side cancelled it out.

You fixed your outfit in the mirror, giving yourself a look before thinking over wether you should've gone with another outfit, but before you had time to make a move for your closet you heard banging on your bedroom door. "Y/N! Let's go!"

You heard a very Manchester accent call from the other side of the door, of course Liam had let himself into your apartment.

You just shook your second thoughts on your outfit out of your brain and headed for the door. "Alright! I'm ready!" You flung the door open, as you nearly hit Liam, receiving a glare from the younger Gallagher brother, which only caused you to smile innocently.

Liam rolled his eyes, "Noel is parked on the street waiting for us, he's getting impatient." He scoffed, as the two of you began heading for the door out of your apartment.

"Of course he is, he's probably hungry." You laugh as you grabbed your keys off the table next to the door, and slipped a hand around the doorknob, opening it for the both of you.

"Fuckin' potato he is." Liam insulted his brother, a tint of sarcasm dripping from the words, causing you to chuckle as you shut and locked the door behind the both of you. The two of you began walking down the hallway away from your apartment as you checked you had everything you needed for the night, tucking your keys into a safe pocket in your bag.

Looking back toward Liam, there was still a bit of a grouch on his face, surely he's not annoyed over his brother, what's with his mood? You nudged him with your arm, grabbing his attention. "What's with you?" You quipped, with a slight brow raise.

"What do you mean, what's with you?" He scrunched his brows, or say, brow, at you.

"You're obviously in a mood." You continued, as the two of you turned a corner into another hallway, toward the elevator.

Liam's shoulders dropped and huffed before speaking, "Blur's going to be there... all four of em'." You whipped your head to look up at him.

Blur, Oasis's rival band, who the band (although you tried to stay out of it), especially the brothers, had been bickering with non stop. You thought the fighting was cliche, of course the top two most highly acclaimed bands in Britain were constantly at each other's throats, but why? Both bands were equally successful, was it greed? You didn't want to think about it further. But, of course, you would have to be on edge the entire night knowing that an egotistical rival could pop up out of nowhere.

You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, "Well, the host definitely knows how to make a party interesting." Liam chuckled from beside you as you reached the elevator, his finger pressed the down arrow before he leaned against the wall.

"Maybe a fight will break out." Liam smiled widely, a hint of evil swirling in his eyes.

You just shook your head with a smile, "That will give Oasis a bad reputation, you know."

You watched Liam shrug as a smug look crossed his face, "Do we really have a good reputation at the moment?".

You crossed your arms, shrugging your shoulders, "Well, we are invited to a massive party with all the biggest bands in England," You thought a moment before continuing, "so we have some sort of reputation."

Liam nodded, "For making good as hell music, we don't have pretty privilege like Damon." The elevator door dinged as the doors slid open, the two of you walked in and hit the button for the ground floor, as you scoffed.

"Are you saying I'm not pretty?" Liam gave you a look, dragging his eyes slowly up and down.

"You're pretty, but you're practically a guy, you drum." You gasped, fake offence, used to those kind of comments.

"Well, you weren't wrong when you said Damon was pretty." You smirked, knowing that would set Liam off, either shut him up or set him off on a rant.

You heard him choke on his own spit, glaring down at you. "What."

You shrugged, "I said what I said." Liam moved as the elevator bounced slightly at the ground floor. Before he could give you a lecture you slid out of the elevator as fast as possible, Liam straggling behind you.

"Y/N!" Liam called after you, you shot him a smile over your shoulder as you slowed down, not that it would've taken him much to catch up to you. "Did you seriously compliment our rival?"

You rolled your eyes at him, "Liam, it was a joke." Liam shook his head, before pushing the door open with one hand for the two of you.

"Joke or not, you better not be thinking betraying us, Oasis." You shook your head, stepping out into the cool dusk air.

"Liam, Damon would be way to scared to even look at me, considering I'm part of your band." Liam gave you a look before you two saw Noel's car and began walking toward it.

"You think I'm scary?" He asked.

"Me? No. Everyone else? Most definitely." You dropped your conversation there, knowing if you continued on you two would begin bickering as you always do.

Liam opened the car door of the backseat for you, as you slid into the seat on the far side. Liam sat down next to you, before slamming the door shut, before interrupting Bonehead who was just about to greet you. "You will never guess what Y/N just said!" You rolled your eyes and settled back into your seat, zoning out of Liam's rambling after the car's engine rumbled to life and pulled out of park.

Now that you had a moment to think about it, Liam was not wrong and neither were you. The lead singer of Blur, your rival band, was quite attractive. That dusty blonde hair, blue eyes, perfectly curved nose, his confidence, he could definitely have any girl he wanted.

You had never met him, only seen him in magazines and on tv, and you must admit, he never failed to make you stop and stare. You always read magazines about music, and you're only now realising how much you read about Damon specifically.

You crossed your arms over yourself as you struggled to push the thoughts away. Liam would hate you if he knew you thought anything more than Damon being "attractive", which you said was a joke, but was definitely not, his weird obsession with the rivalry was getting old.

You fell back into reality as the car stopped at a light, Liam was talking about something completely different now, Noel was humming, probably trying to ignore his brother, and Bonehead was engaging in Liam's chatter.

***

The car pulled to a stop in front of a large, very fancy looking house. A large garden, that was filled with sloshed zombies, which you mused at for a moment, and obviously Old London-inspired architecture. Although the fancy look of it was quickly overshadowed by the blasting music you could hear blocks away before you arrived, some shitty pop band playing, flashing lights and large crowds of people in every direction, some obviously drunk, maybe a fight or two starting in the middle of the circles.

Who was hosting this party again? And how did they get Britains most popular bands at one party? Of course you never knew who hosted these massive parties, the band never cared to ask and in return there was no identity to the host.

You pushed the thoughts out of your mind as your opened the car door for yourself and stepped out of the vehicle, all the noise you could hear instantly becoming louder. Normally you were the life of the party, being the easiest of the Oasis members to talk to, but something drew you away from the building in front of you as you scanned your surroundings.

You watched as Liam and Bonehead immediately made a B-line toward the building, but Noel stood next to you briefly, slouching against the car, you appreciated how he stopped for a moment to check on you, after watching you hesitate.

"You excited?" He asked, glancing over at you.

You shrugged, "This is definitely the biggest party I've ever been to." Noel chuckled before nudging you with his elbow.

"And it definitely will not be the last." He foreshadowed before continuing, "This makes the parties we went to in high school look lame."

You smiled and turned to face him, "Well, those parties were hosted when the parents were out of town, with booze from the cabinet the parents tried to hide the key of."

Noel sighed at the truth behind your words, "Those were the days."

The two of you watched the party silently for a moment before he piped up, rubbing fake dust off his hands, "Listen, theres definitely a lot of fit birds in there, I've got to get in there before they're all over Liam."

You laughed at his shallowness as he began walking off, the gravel driveway crunching beneath his steps, locking the car and stuffing the key in his pocket.

"Say, you should find someone for the night, yeah?" He lifted a brow at you, "You seem to try to avoid one night stands."

You tilted your head with a smile "How would you know that, i never kiss and tell."

Noel gave you an intrigued look before you continued, "We'll see." He shot you a wink before turning his back to you, but he quickly stopped in his tracks and turned to you once more, "One rule," he started, "No twats from Blur."

You rolled your eyes, "Of course not." With that he once again began walking toward the open doors to the building.

You straightened up your outfit before following suit, the crunching of the pathway grounding you, as you walked toward the doors.

A man who stood at the door smiled at you, woozily, was he drunk? That was a stupid question, everyone in this party would be. You stepped inside the building and immediately the blasting music and loud chatter met your ears.

You felt your ears immediately begin ringing as a light nervous buzzing filled your veins. You just needed to get shit-faced drunk, and you'll be your regular extroverted self again, you were sure.

You pushed through crowds of people you didn't know, spotting some familiar faces from popular bands you either met or had read about, you wondered how many of these people were drunk, high or both. You heard your name get shouted a few times, of course people wanted to talk to you, get you riled up and dancing on a table, but you kept moving, conversation and stupid decisions were for when you had a drink in your hand.

You pushed through the crowd, because there was not a chance a simple 'excuse me' would move people for you. At times like these you felt like a bit of a pushover, the Gallagher brothers, especially Liam, make a crowds part like it's nothing, you though were definitely too 'nonchalant' as people would describe you, often wondering how you're friends with such brash people, to move a crowd with sheer fear like the brothers do, although you appreciated what they did, made it easy to walk behind them.

You finally popped through the last group of people in the large first room, still though, no alcohol in sight. You groaned, loudly than you meant to, catching a few peoples attention, which you quickly regretted as you spotted a tall, lanky figure make its way over to you. "Well isn't it Y/N L/N." The man said, teasing glint in his eyes.

You put on a mischievous demeanour before responding, "Alex James."

Alex, Blur's bassist, was always at these parties, wether or not the rest of his band mates where here with him, he seemed to have a true love for the parties, flashing lights, blaring music, having to scream to talk to people. You wondered how damaged his ears must be, but you're one to talk as you are a drummer.

"What a surprise to see you here! Didn't know a mediocre band was invited." He talked slowly, obviously very much wasted, he would not remember this interaction tomorrow.

You rolled your eyes at him, smile on your face, "It's lovely to see you too, Alex." You turned your eyes back around to try to spot anywhere to grab a drink, but there was no luck, Alex very obviously noticed this.

"What'cha looking for?" He asked, before you could respond he continued, "Maybe someone to shag for the night?" He said, almost eagerly.

"I want to grab a drink, I just have no clue where to find the booze."

Alex laughed, "You're not drunk already?"

You scoffed, "I just got here."

"You're no fun when you're sober, " He muttered, sure if you were actually drunk you may of flirted back at him, but you knew damn well Liam would've knocked him out if he laid a hand on you. "Plus, I need someone to start shit with."

You and Alex when completely black out drunk we're two peas in a pod, partners in crime, sure the two of you were in rival bands and had absolutely no contact outside of the off occasion you see each other, but your personalities mixed perfectly, maybe if your friends didn't hate each other you'd be close friends.

You always started shit together, fights would break out because of complete lies the two of you made up, you were chaos creators and you both gained a reputation for it. "Remember the last party-"

you immediately kicked Alex's shin after that, "Don't remind me."

Alex just chuckled, and threw an arm over your shoulder, "Don't worry babe, I've got you." He began walking, leading you with his arm, you were hoping in the direction of alcohol.

As you walked you caught glances, for one or two reasons, people knew that if the brothers saw this they'd go insane. And two, people knew you two were up to something. In reality, you just wanted booze, save the chaos for later.

As you continued walking it was obvious Alex was heavily sloshed, his black hair swayed with the way he walked, clumsily, maybe he only put an arm around you to steady himself, but he also smelled horrible, like sweat, cigarettes and alcohol you just hoped he knew what he was doing.

After a long winded lap of the room, you ended up in the same spot you started, you crossed your arms and sent Alex a deadly look, "You're no help right now Alex."

He blinked slowly, a teasing smile on his face, "What were we looking for again?" You groaned and turned away from him, walking away, damn did he need to lay off of the drugs. He'd distract himself with a pretty girl anyway, forget all that just happened. You heard him call behind you "Hey, say hi to Damon-" and then something muffled from the noise in the house, odd, but that was Alex for you.

You grumbled a bit at that interaction, and made your way to where the crowd was the heaviest. You bumped shoulders with Liam, chatting up some blonde girl, shooting him a wink before pushing through the crowd once again.

Finally you were spat out into a kitchen, you scrunched your nose at the smell. The floors were sticky and the room felt hot. You quickly grabbed a beer from a cooler, you found it funny for such a big party to be organised so horribly.

Popping open the cap you were met with the noise once again, blaring in your ears, it disorientated you and made your skin itch and all you wanted to was crawl into yourself. Maybe it's because the music was so shit you couldn't handle listening to it. You decided it would be a lot more easy to listen to when you can barely walk, so you grab another beer to carry and look around for an escape.

On the other side of the room was a glass door, open and leading out into a garden. You knew it would be quieter out there, although you might risk some couple publicly shagging in a bush. You scrunched your face at the idea.

You walked outside, stepping down the marble steps and onto the grass. Your eyes laid on a dimly lit gazebo, which seemed very inviting. The sight of it continued to amuse you for such a sleazy party.

Your feet quickly crossed the ground, getting farther from the noise and closer to the gazebo, but as soon as you stepped in it your expectations were immediately dropped.

It would've been a nice place to sit and drink in self pity until you were ready to go inside again, but that was quickly ruined as a very drunk blonde who lay on the floor of the gazebo smiled up at you. Not another Blur wanker.

"Are you an Angel?" He whispered, a slur to his voice, you could practically smell the booze on this breath from above him.

"No, Damon, I'm your worst nightmare." You spoke with a grimace, taking a sip of your open beer, the other still clenched in your fist.

"Did you bring that for me?" He looked at the beer in your hand.

"Er, no." You pressed your lips together and looked around. Who left him here?

You watched as he sat up, rolling over slowly, a wonky smile plastered on his face with lidded eyes that screamed sex, it almost made you shiver.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at you once again, before a short realisation covered his face, although it was replaced with a flirty expression just as quickly.

"Ah, Y/N." Your name rolled off his tongue as he was trying to keep it pressed to it, liking the taste of it, what was this?

"Whose that for?" He wiggled his brows.

"Me." You shamelessly spoke, might as well be honest.

"You're telling me you're out here to drink on your own? At a party?" He laughed.

You couldn't deal with this, you were far too sober to interact with this man, especially because it's the first time you've actually met.

"You know what, I'll be leaving now." You turned but he grabbed a hold on your ankle which caused a shiver to rush up your back.

"No- no." He said through a hiccup. "At least stay and let me talk to you."

"Why on earth would I do that."

Damon frowned and shrugged.

"You know the boys would kill you if they saw you talking to me."

Damon rolled his eyes, "What's with that, why do they get so violent like all the time."

You frowned at him but sat down next to him on steps anyway. Placing the beer you haven't opened down between the two of you. You watched Damon consider pinching it for himself for a moment. You glared at him.

"You wouldn't get it Damon." You mumbled taking a sip of your beer.

He didn't push but just looked up at you with those blue eyes, which met yours as you looked at him to get a better view. Sure, they were piercing, but in a way that actually pierced your heart which caused you to look away with a scowl.

"I thought you were the easy going one, why you are you all uptight." His drunken mind allowed him no shame as he questioned your mood.

You lifted a brow at him, "Because I'm not drunk, and I'm with someone I'd rather not be."

You've seen the things Damon's said about the music, about the boys, a part of you wants to hate him but a part of you can't get how charming he is out of your mind.

"Oh please." He pushed himself up with his arms, and leaned forward so he was in your line of view. "You like me, I know it."

You shot him a look, which caused him to chuckle. "Yeah, those hateful looks, you don't mean them."

You took a big sip of your beer, you'd had to be shitfaced to deal with this.

"Are you projecting Damon Albarn." You joked, moving your face close to his. Two can play at that game.

"Yeah, real bad." He whispered, tilting his head down to give you bedroom eyes, you laughed and looked away.

"Your flirting is not going to get you anywhere with me Damon." You spoke with amusement.

"Why not?" He asked with a pout.

"Because I can tell you're only talking to me for a one night stand."

Damon rolled his eyes, "How would you know."

"Because we barely know each other."

Damon just scoffed, "I want to know you, badly."

"Uh-huh, okay." You laughed, "You disgust me."

"Do I?" He spoke, before lifting a hand a placing it on your shoulder.

"Yeah a lot." You eyed the hand with a grimace on your face.

"Now that's just not true is it baby?" He tried.

"Uh, ew." You laughed at his expense. "Not a chance Albarn."

He grumbled and took a hold of your beer in his hand, before he popped the lid off. You were going to drink that but if it'll get him to stop whatever this is, it's worth it.

"Try your luck with someone else." You smiled sheepishly at him and just rolled your eyes.

"You're no fun."

"No, I just don't want you dead."

You watched as the already horrifically drunk boy took a swig of your beer. You pressed your lips together in thought. Does he really need that? Will he be able to stomach it?

You got you answer as through his second sip his eyes widened and he gagged loudly.

"Ew! Not on me!" You shouted, dropping your beer and standing up quickly.

You watched him cough and stand up, making a B-line straight for the house. Why didn't he just throw up in a bush? What a strange man.

You crossed your arms as you stared at the door he just ran through, probably looking for a bathroom to throw up in.

Your eyes peeled back over to your beer bottle, which was now empty on the grass, the booze watering the grass, if they even drink it. Can grass get drunk? Oh dear yeah you're tipsy.

You sighed as you made your way back inside to grab another drink, maybe finally make some casual conversation.

As soon as you walked in though you heard two girls chatting.

"What was with Damon?"

"I wouldn't mind it, he's probably just sloshed."

"Yeah one of his band mates will help him out."

You frowned at that, because his band mates were definitely in the same state, if not worse than, as him. You felt an urge to go look after the poor boy.

Did you really want to waste the rest of your night looking after some messy, drunk man child, and miss out on the party? Your ears tuned back into the music which made you cringe. Yeah, maybe you did.

You grabbed another beer for yourself, making sure to only grab one this time and immediately broke out into the crowd.

You saw Bonehead talking to a few blokes and immediately walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and smiled when he realised it was you.

"Y/N! these are my friends," he tipped his head toward the two guys he was talking to. You politely waved at them, one of them was gaping at you, it was slightly second hand embarrassing.

You rose to your tippy toes and spoke into Bonehead's ear. "Where's the bathroom?" He pointed across the room at a staircase.

"Up those stairs first door, you'll find it."

You gave him a smile as thanks and waved you off, quickly you made your way over toward the stairs, stepping between the people sat on the stairs that excitedly greeted you.

Finally, you reached the top, quickly making it to the door and pushing it open. No going back now.

Immediately you heard gagging and in front of you with his head above the toilet bowl kneeled Damon. This was almost humorous to see, but you resisted from laughing.

"You could have a least locked the door." You spoke as you scrunched your nose.

Damon turned around with a smile on his face, "You followed me!"

You tipped your head at the boy, he seemed way too excited for gagging and throwing up. "I felt obligated to."

Damon chucked up one last bit before falling into a sitting position. "You came to take care of me?" He asked, which caused you to roll your eyes.

In your half an hour of being around this man you had learned nothing of him but he's an alcoholic. You had no clue why you followed him and now store at him sick on the floor of a bathroom. You're following your heart once again.

You watched as he rested his head on the germy toilet seat and you made another face for the hundredth time that hour.

"You're disgusting. Flush the toilet and sit down on the seat." You commanded, and he did just that.

You grabbed a few towels from the hamper, how fancy, and wet them before making your way over to the boy, and sat your beer down on the sink.

He smiled up at you as you looked over his face. A bit of vomit sat on his chin, and some dribbled onto his shirt. You just shook your head.

You began to wipe his mess off his face as he lazily looked up at you. It made you uncomfortable.

"Stop staring at me."

"Why." He slurred.

"Because I told you to."

Immediately his eyes dropped, dropped to your chest. Your firmly grabbed his chin and made him look up again which caused him to laugh loudly, you smiled at that, it was quite funny.

You reached for his tee, wiping at the small stain on the front of it with a new towel, the other dropped to the floor.

"First time we meet and you throw up everywhere and I have to clean you up, talk about first impressions."

Damon shrugged with a smile, "Not like I'll remember it in the morning." You let out a chuckle at that.

"Fair, I guess we can start over than, because I would rather forget all of this."

Just as you finished speaking the door to the bathroom flung open with a loud slam. It made you jump and look over your shoulder. Noel stood there, surprised at the scene in front of him, you could tell by his expression.

"Hi Noel." You spoke and as casually as you could continued to wipe up the mess.

"What is this, did you forget what I told you-."You cut Noel off.

"No, I er... found him on the floor in here, he spewed everywhere. I couldn't just leave him like that." You made the excuse up quickly, you hoped it sounded real enough.

"No, you-" Damon started up, before you gave him a kick to the shin which shut him up quickly.

Noel stood there for a moment in silence as you finished wiping, discarding the towel onto the floor with the others. You turned around with your arms crossed to face him, Damon sat aloof behind you, still hazy from his spew.

Noel hummed, "Alright." Before pointing with his thumb over his shoulder to the hallway. "I need to piss, out both of you." He commanded which made you laugh and roll your eyes.

You grabbed Damon by the collar and pulled him out in the hallway, grabbing your beer as-well and shutting the door behind you. You heard it click locked.

Damon went to grab the bottle from your hand but you slapped it away. "Absolutely not." He pouted but you looked away and resisted his face.

"You need to sober up."

"No I don't, I need to party." Damon grumbled.

You sighed, and looked him in the eyes.

You quickly looked through your brain for a bribe or some way to convince him to sober up so you don't have a repeat of what just happened. Although if you did let him loose you'd be able to cause a riot in the party with Alex, and that did sound tempting, but you had to refuse.

"Uh, here, I'll kiss you if you sober up for a bit." You reluctantly said, wishing you could take it back immediately as soon as it left your mouth.

He brightened up and that and smiled boyishly. "Yes!"

You watched as he turned and began walking down the the dark hallway, further away from the party, you laughed at his eagerness.

You followed a distance away, allowing him to find somewhere to sit to his standards, you don't know why you're making sure this posh boy doesn't party too hard, but then again you cannot deny the way you feel when you're around him.

Damon found a room fairly quickly, away from the blaring music but close enough to be able to hear if someone shouts Police.

You stepped inside and almost gasped, it was a small ballroom, very small for a ball room, but big for a room on its self. The ceilings were high and intricate designs covered the walls, not to mention the large windows that allowed moonlight to wash over the room. The room was completely empty except for the stage on the far side of it. How much was this house to rent for a party, this is shocking.

Damon settled happily on the floor against the wall, he rested his head back against it and shut his eyes. He looked peaceful like this, you almost wished you got to meet him sober, when he wasn't like this, because you must admit deep down inside of you wanted to know this man, badly.

You walked over and sat down next to him, close but not close so you were touching. You placed your beer down next to you, away from him so he couldn't get to it.

He opened an eye to look at you, which caused you to laugh. "Why are you peaking at me."

"Because." He opened his eyes fully and faced his head toward. You lifted an eyebrow at him as he scanned your features. "I just like the look of you."

You made a face, not one of judgement or disgust, but one of amusement. "Are you calling me pretty Albarn?"

He nodded, "More than that, beautiful." He said truthfully.

You smiled and looked away, "Corny."

He grumbled, "I'm trying my hardest to flirt with you."

"Try again when you're a bit more sober Damon."

His face lit up, "You mean if I was sober you'd be into this?" He asked slyly.

You shrugged your shoulders, "Dunno, I barely know what you're like sober, but I'm assuming not much different."

Damon rolled his eyes and he splayed his legs out in front of him. "I think I deserve that kiss now."

"We've barely been here for 5 minutes." You spoke and he just shrugged and moved closer to you.

"I know you want it." He spoke lowly. Oh dear god, back to this?

You looked into his eyes suddenly they're deep, you find it funny how he can somehow change the way his eyes look so quickly.

You smiled very amused, "You think so?"

He nodded his head and leaned in towards you.

You watched as he lidded his eyes and began leaning in, reaching a hand to your waist. Quickly you slapped a packet of mints to his mouth, the cold metal on his lips causing him to gasp and open his eyes, quickly pulling away.

"What the hell-" he spoke before seeing what was in your hand. He frowned while you laughed deviously at the poor boy.

"You're not getting anywhere near me after you've been vomiting," you tossed him the pack. "Take a few and I'll think about." You shifted away from him, creating space between you two which felt cold.

"Where did these even come from." He asked, popping the cap open as you watched him shake out 2, 3, 6, 7 mints into his palm before shutting the lid and shoving it into his pocket.

You smiled and leaned back against the wall, "Pockets."

He rolled his eyes and threw the mints into his mouth. You watch as he chewed them, and he made a face at the extreme minty feeling that burnt his tongue, you just shook your head.

You listened as the band downstairs stopped playing, finally, the singer was total crap, and music began to play over stereos downstairs. You heard a song spin into action and quickly recognised it as Girls & Boys by none other than Blur. You let out a laugh as Damon made a face at the party host playing his music.

"Eugh," he made a sound of disgust, "I party to get away from the music."

You glanced at the boy with a tilted head and a questioning smile. "You don't like your own music?" You asked.

He shrugged and rested his head back against the wall, "Yeah, sometimes, you get sick of hearing your songs over and over again, and having to play them over and over again at gigs. You know, you get it, you're just as big."

You nodded solemnly, "Fames a crazy thing, we all end up on heavy drugs or turn to alcohol." You motioned to him and rolled his eyes. "It just comes with the career."

Damon nodded, "Did you ever think you'd end up famous?"

You shrugged, "Of course it was a dream, it was every kids dream at some point. I just ended up lucky. I don't think I deserve it."

"Why not?" Damon questioned.

"I didn't work as hard as everyone else, I got lucky." You hummed out.

Damon shook his head quickly and placed his hand on top of yours that rest on the floor, you let your eyes drop to it. "You're talented Y/N, I've seen some of your shows on tv. You're one of the best... hell better than Dave."

You chuckled at the compliment, him putting down his own drummer just to assure you, it felt weird, it felt personal. Did he really mean it that much?

"What about you?" You asked.

He nodded, "Yeah I always had a feeling it would happen, wanted to be an actor and would've made it doing that if I didn't do the music."

You rolled your eyes at his confidence, "You're shocking, Damon."

He raised his brows at you, "Honest as possible."

You slid your hand out from under his and you watched him wince at lack of hand in his.

You heard the song end and a new one pick up, which caused you to gasp and Damon to laugh loudly. Shakermaker tuned in which caused you to cringe slightly.

"I love this song." Damon laughed as he stood up, nearly tripping over his feet as he walked out into the middle of the room.

He air guitared the intro very over exaggerated, which made you chuckle, as you lifted a hand to cover your mouth.

"I'd like to be somebody else!" He sang scratchily in his best Liam impression which was even more exaggerated than his air guitar. "And not know where I've been!" He pointed at you, and then back at him, which referenced how he probably wouldn't remember this in the morning, oh dear he was still completely drunk.

"I'd like to build myself a house, out of plasticine!" He motioned around to the room you were in as he spun.

"Ahhh, ahhh, shake along with me!" He winked as he walked over toward you, grabbing your hands and pulling you up to dance with him.

You laughed and threw your arms over his shoulders as he grabbed your waist and spun the two of you. "Ahhhh, ahhhh! Shake along with me!" You both sang.

"You are a brilliant dancer." Damon joked through breaths. You just pushed his arm.

The two of you calmed down as a new song tuned in, one neither of you payed any attention to. You smiled brightly at each other once you were breathing normally again.

"I think I'm sober enough now, hey?" Damon cheekily smiled as he walked closer to you, placing his hands on your waist where they were not long ago.

"Not quite." You laughed as you put your hands on his chest to push him away.

"Oh, please." He begged, which made you laugh and how badly he wanted to kiss you.

"I don't understand why you want to kiss me so bad."

"Who wouldn't?" He asked as he moved his face closer to yours, you reluctantly wrapped your arms over his shoulders.

"You talk to me like you are infatuated with me." You rolled your eyes.

Damon shrugged, "Not yet, but I like you, I like seeing you laugh on tv and I like watching your interviews, I like reading about you in magazines." He admitted, shamelessly.

You sighed at that, "You have no shame you know, anyone would be nervous to say that."

Damon shrugged, "It's that alcohol, baby."

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, and surprisingly it was you who finally closed the tensioned filled space between you.

Damon quickly reciprocated though. He was minty, you thanked the mints for their work as you filed your hands into his hair.

Damon pressed his hips against you just as the door to the ball room flung open. You both pulled away from the kiss quickly, but not quick enough for who ever was at the door to not see what was going on.

As your eyes adjusted you saw none other than Liam Gallagher at the doorway, hand on the door knob and mouth agape, staring straight at the both of you, the blonde girl he'd been chatting up from earlier peaking over his shoulder.

You felt your face go white and your heart drop as you looked over to Damon, who definitely didn't look as horrified as you were.

"What was that." Liam said, deadpan, as if he was warming up to yell, which he probably was about to do.

"Got ya drummer." Damon laughed, which caused you to cough on a lump in your throat.

"I'm going to kill you Damon Albarn."

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The Magazine

Liam Gallagher, brash, rude and downright unpleasant, but that’s not how you see him, or how he acted towards you. You’re hooked on the person he was when he was with you, but suddenly you find out you’re not the only person who gets to see him like that, it’s shattering.

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He pushed you back against the wall, making a huff of air fly from your lungs, you barely had the time to breathe again before his lips were pressed against yours, hot and frustrated.

His hands were on either side of your shoulders, pressed against the wall, practically cornering you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and filed your hands into his hair, short, shaggy but soft, pushing his head further against yours.

You gasped as he bit your bottom lip, which allowed him to quickly slot his tongue into your mouth, you could taste the alcohol on his breath reminding you that this wasn't pure infatuation, he was sloshed out of his mind.

He pressed his hip's against yours and tilted his head deepen the kiss, if that was even possible at this point.

He pulled away and you gasped for air, staring straight down at you with lidded eyes that screamed lust. His cheeks were red and lips puffy and slightly parted.

"Oh dear god..." his spoke lowly, his voice rumbling. You gave him a questioning look as he dragged his eyes over your features, you were absolutely sure you looked a mess just as much as he did.

He lifted a hand to your face, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "God you're beautiful." He spoke lowly.

You felt you face heat up, it was definitely red, it felt hot. You watched him chuckle at your expression, you gave him a giddy smile.

He moved a hand to the back of your neck before pressing hungry kisses to your jawline, and down to your neck which he began nipping lightly and sucking at. You dropped your shoulders and tilted your head in a gasp, subconsciously allowing him a better access to your neck.

Butterflies flew in your stomach, your brain screamed He's drunk he doesn't mean this. But your heart beat quickened and your breathing grew short. The feeling was electric, it felt agonising good.

After he presumed he left an appropriate amount of marks on your neck he pulled back and pushed you back against the wall, slowly. He admired his work for a moment lifting a finger to drag over the bruises, tracing an L shape into your skin over them.

"You're mine." He said, looking at you with deep eyes his eyelids hovering as if they were about to close, his face close to yours. "Say it."

You felt your stomach do a flip and your brain short circuit, did he have any clue what he was asking you to say?

"Say it." He commanded again, pushing back into as if he was trying to have as much of you touching him as possible.

"I'm-" your voice got caught for a moment. "I'm yours Liam." You watched him smile, before he glued his lips to yours once again.

***

You felt your stomach churn as you stared at the magazine that sat on the front door step of your apartment, dropped off with the mail of course. You grimaced when you saw his face boldly on the cover, his arm around some blonde girl.

You picked it up with the rest of your mail and held it at your side as you turned and pushed the door open to go inside.

You discarded the mail on a the coffee table in front of your tv, it was none of your interest now that you'd spotted Liam on the front page of a music magazine, which seemed to be dabbling in gossip which you internally groaned at. You looked over the front cover as you sat down on your couch.

You didn't need to read anything, you could tell exactly what was going on in this picture. It was a paparazzi photo of Liam and this girl walking, bold red text beneath it to grab attention, 'Liam Gallagher's new girl friend!?' It almost made you laugh, it also made you want to hurl. You couldn't stomach it as an undeniable pain replaced the amusement on your face.

Confusion, jealousy, and betrayal pierced your heart, it felt sharp. Your stomach felt empty, you knew your face was pale and you felt your hands shake with the magazine clenched between them. You thought he liked you, really liked you.

You'd met him months ago, in September of the previous year, at a festival after your own band played, smaller than Oasis of course but enough to allow you to be a known person in the music industry. He walked right up to you, no shame at all and introduced himself, you knew he had a reputation of being brash and to put it simply, mean, you've seen the things he's said about rivalling bands.

But that knowledge seemed to be lost completely as he used his charms on you, you couldn't help but play along with him, using your wits to have him wrapped around your finger. You fell for him slowly, yet deeply through the months. He'd call you at random times in the night to ask about your day as if he really cared, relentlessly flirt in any situation where you'd see each other out in public wether a festival, pub or an interview. A few times you even ended up sat on a balcony together at parties, just talking about anything that came to your minds. On the count down on New Years you kissed him at some party, away in a garden, as if you were the only two people in the world. He'd whisper sweet nothings to you as if he really meant it, and you knew now that obviously he didn't.

You were mad, you felt used, played, you seriously believed the things he said to you, hell the things he made you say to him. You felt hot with anger, or maybe it was the summer air.

Your eyes welled with tears, which you quickly wiped off with the neck of your tee, but they kept pouring out of your eyes. You let out a breathless sob but bit it back.

In one quick and angry motion you ripped the front cover of the magazine off of it, and crumbled it, fuelling the pain that had you in this state. You threw it across the room as if it would hurt him, you watched it hit a wall and then tumble onto the floor with a crunch.

You crawled to the end of the couch, where your phone sat on a table, you picked up your phone and paused for a moment, you were considering calling his number, to scream and yell at him over the phone but you shamefully swallowed your dignity and tapped in the number of one of your closest friends. A friend who knew everything about you and Liam, because you'd never stop telling her.

The phone rang a few times as you bit at your nails before you finally heard the click of the phone being picked up.

"Justine." You sighed out as you turned to lay on your couch.

She hummed at your pained tone, "You saw the magazine." She stated, knowingly.

You pulled your shirts neck up to up to wipe tears off your face, "I'm a mess."

You heard the phone brush against her hair as she stood up, cupping her hand around the speaker to mumble something to someone, you were curious but ignored it, it was the least of your troubles.

"I was waiting for you to call me, I saw it a few hours ago." Justine spoke empathetic, her boots clicking in the background.

"I just saw it..." you stared at the crumbled up ball of paper in the corner of the room. "Now it's ripped in the corner of my living room, might have to throw some darts at it."

Justine laughed, "There's a few things we can do, deface it, burn it, or both and leave it on his door step."

You chuckled against your tears that continued to spill from your eyes, she could probably tell in the tone of your voice that you were currently crying, but chose to ignore it.

"I don't even want to think about him." You stated, before continuing ironically, "I just don't understand, I thought he really liked me.

"Heartbreak is painful Y/N, but hey at least you never dated him."

"We practically were, you saw the way we were to each other." You sighed dragging a hand over your face.

Justine hummed in acknowledgement, "Yeah you were cute together."

"Not helping, Tina." You stated, you heard her sigh at the nickname.

"But you know damn well the way he acted to other people, I could never see him being romantic." Justine remarked.

You bit on your nail for a moment, the call going silent, she knew you were in thought. The only thing you could mutter out was, "I hate him."

Justine laughed, "Welcome back to the land of the loveless Y/N."

"I'm going to write a song about this." You half heartedly joked, because you knew you definitely were.

***

You rushed off stage, laughing and throwing high-fives around to your band mates. They were sweaty and smelled disgusting, but you gave big hugs anyway.

"That was great guys!" You called as you watched them hurriedly pack their instruments, your drummer just tossing his sticks in his bag and walking off, he was obviously antsy to get some alcohol in his blood and you didn't blame him.

Here you are, at a big outdoor summer festival in London in July, you assumed there were hundreds if not thousands of people out there. You felt exhilarated that those people knew your music, enough to cheer when you walked out on stage and to sing along with you.

Luckily enough you had absolutely killed it, the energy from the crowd was amazing. You smiled around at the roadies that ran around the backstage area, making sure everything was perfect.

Justine walked from a backstage wing, a big smile on her face. "Y/N! That was brilliant!" She threw her arms around you which you immediately reciprocated.

Justine's band, Elastica, had played right before yours, she stayed behind and waiting for you instead of going to get hammered, you appreciated it.

"It's probably the alcohol." You joked, referencing to your confidence as you shamelessly walked over to your guitarist and kissed him. The press would love that, and you must admit you only did it in the small chance Liam would see it.

Justine laughed, "Either way, you're a riot." She threw an arm over your shoulder and began leading you to the stage exit.

"Thanks for waiting for me." You gave her a grateful smile.

"I feel obligated to, I know your own band would ditch you and go do lines in a dumpster somewhere." She joked half heartedly, the both of you knew they'd probably end up in the exact situation.

The two of you stepped out onto the grass backstage area on the Showgrounds, where the bands who played were avoiding the crowds.

The night sky was speckled with a few white stars, there was a haze in the air from a campfire in the middle of the yard, the busses and vans sat randomly around the yard, the way a few of them were parked was very amusing. It was the perfect atmosphere for such an exciting night.

The night itself would've been been perfect if your eyes weren't immediately drawn to none other than Liam Gallagher, you felt your stomach churn and fists curl just at the sight of him nonchalantly sipping on a beer talking casually to a few people.

Justine felt you tense under her arm and gazed over at before following your eyes to the younger Gallagher brother. She frowned and gave you pat on the shoulder, "Just avoid him, if he can't reach you then you'll be fine."

You offered her a sad look, she knew how much he had managed to ruin you. She just rolled her eyes and brought you over to the campfire, grabbed a random cooler and tossed you a beer, "or you could get black out drunk to wash the thoughts of him away."

You smiled sheepishly, "Yeah that sounds better."

You cracked the cap off as Justine surveyed her options of alcohol. You heard the crowd roar as the next band playing walked onto stage, you raised your eyebrows at the sound.

"Whose playing?" You asked as Justine pulled an alcoholic cider from the cooler and slapped the lid down.

"Blur." She stood to her full height, immediately you deviously smiled which caused Justine to roll her eyes with a sigh. "I'm eager to watch Damon play."

You gave her a laugh, "I'm sure you are." Which she rolled her eyes at.

As Damon started singing you watched Justine perk up and she grabbed your hand, "I don't want to miss this, come on."

She pulled you through the tall barricades that separated the bands from people, for a moment you admired the large tarps with drawings all over them that hung over the barricades.

You felt a pair of eyes burning into your back, it made your skin crawl. You knew exactly whose they were, and for a moment you almost considered turning around to stare Liam down, either with a scowl or an innocent look of hurt, either one would send an accurate message through to him.

"Your hand is sweaty." Justine gave you a disgusted look but didn't drop your hand, if she did she faced the possibility of loosing you once you reached the crowd.

"Sorry, nerves." You responded, Justine tipped her head to the beer in your hand, signalling for you to keep drinking.

You eyed the bottle in your hand for a moment before rolling your eyes internally, maybe it was time to finally listen to Justine's advice.

You laughed and threw your head back, gulping down the beer from the bottle.

***

You, Damon and Justine sat on a blanket that you managed to find in the back of your bands bus, it was currently being used to shield you from the grass for whatever reason. The campfire was hot, and still blazing, a band was currently playing, quieter to set the tone of mellowing into the night.

You sipped on a new beer in your hand, tuning in and out of Justine and Damon's shameless flirting, it almost made you cringe but you were a hypocrite, you did the exact same.

You heard some shuffling as the two of them began standing, you frowned for a split second knowing you'd be left alone here.

Justine ran a hand through her hair, "Y/N," she slurred out, "Me and Damon are going too... uh." You watched as her brain tried to form an excuse, they were definitely off to go shag somewhere, or something like that.

"Bar hop!" Damon exclaimed, suddenly more interested in doing that instead of what Justine's tone was suggesting. You watched her shoulders shrug, but it wasn't a bad idea.

"Yeah, sure." She said, as if Damon had asked her the question.

You waved a hand at them, signalling to them, "Have fun, not too much fun." You sent Justine a very obvious wink but you don't think Damon would've seen it in the state he was in.

Justine smiled giddily down at you, you rarely saw her like this, drunk that is, it made her different and you liked to see this side of her.

"Will you be okay on your own?" She asked as Damon threw an arm around her shoulders.

You shrugged, you would be, but you'd be left alone to wallow in self pity, a drink in your hand and countless famous people around you. It was almost embarrassing.

"Have your fun Justine." You spoke as the two of them began walking away. You scrunched your face at it, you knew you and Liam had walked that exact same way before, laughing over nothing and tripping over your own steps. You were jealous, and if jealousy is a disease you were extremely ill.

You watched Damon stop, and send you a call over his shoulder, "Find someone to shag Y/N! Don't waste a perfectly good night!"

You received a few looks from the people around, some amused some beyond sloshed, you felt your face turn red with embarrassment but they just continued walking.

Your gaze focused back down on the half empty drink in your hand, you swirled it around a bit testing it in your mind if you wanted to continue this or find something better to do.

That thing that was better to do was continue to sit here and think about Liam, god you were obsessed, but who wouldn't be? You'd only found out a week ago about his girlfriend and you're still caught up over the butterflies in your stomach when you thought of him, although now there was a new feeling that accompanied them, hurt.

You knew your face must be a delicate somber one, but you didn't care, that was probably the alcohol talking, in any other situation you'd fix yourself up and keep a calm composure.

You felt a weight drop onto the blanket behind you and heard the crunch of the grass, pulling you from your thoughts. You turned your head around to catch a glimpse at whoever was interrupting your pitying thoughts.

"Hello Y/N." You felt your heart pierce and your hand grip the fabric of your pants, hard. Your eyes must of widened and your cheeks white because the mancunian let a chuckle at your expression. "Excited to see me or something?"

You did nothing but stare at Liam, what was this sudden confidence from him, why was he acting like this. You were sure you were scowling at him, you had a lot but nothing to say to him, you'd hadn't talked to him in days.

"Leave me alone Liam." You turned back around, grabbing your beer, you knew you'd need it now, and getting ready to stand, he gripped your wrist before you could, causing you to pull your hand away roughly.

Liam scrunched up his face, "Why have you been avoiding me? Haven't been picking up any of my calls and didn't come talk to me today." As he spoke you could smell the alcohol on his tongue, it was so pungent you thought he must've had countless drinks.

You gave him a glare, "I'm not having this conversation with you Liam." You finally pulled yourself to your feet, sparing him a glance, you couldn't help it. He looked confused, but you were mad, and weren't going to stand being manipulated by the way he looked at you.

You turned and made a B-line for your bus, it would be quiet and dark in there, you'd be able to lay down on one of the benches, cry and fall asleep, that's all you wanted right now.

"Y/N!" You heard him call you, it was slurred and slow. You could hear his quick footsteps behind you, stepping on the lush grass with his massive troll feet, you told yourself that to make yourself feel better.

You were sure the two of you were getting looks as you crossed the yard, but you didn't mind, you were sure Liam looked like an idiot, chasing after a girl while drunk.

Finally, as you just nearly reached your bus he grabbed your shoulder and turned you around with one hand, or maybe you were naturally very listening to his touch, you felt foul at the way your mind betrayed you.

"Come on Darling, what's wrong?" He asked.

You rolled your shoulder and swiped his hand off you. "Don't call me that Liam." You grimaced at him, he took the point but didn't step back.

"We both know you like it." He tried to flirt, which made you even more angrier than you possibly could be.

"Why are you trying to flirt with me? Don't you have a girlfriend you can go call cheesy pet names?" You bitterly spoke.

He went silent, which was unusual because of how loud he was in nature, like a megaphone drawing attention to whoever spoke into it. He looked almost nervous, it looked stupid on him, you wish you could slap that look off his face, or kiss it, your feelings were very complex.

"God you are such a tool!" You shouted, "Your ego is so massive you think you can just pick and choose any girl you want, lead them on like a dog and then ditch them for someone else!"

He looked guilty, but his drunk brain didn't seem to recognise it fully, there was a lot of impulse in his eyes and you didn't like the way he was looking at you with them.

"You cant just treat me like that Liam." You lowered your voice to a quiet talk, you were hurt, you voiced your feelings to him and it felt like ripping a Band-Aid off an unhealed wound.

He stared at you with an unreadable expression, the alcohol in his blood stream smelt putrid.

"I need you." He emphasised the you, as if he was trying to put emotion into the sentence, but it came off like a useless word in a sentence that could be shortened.

You looked back into his eyes, they screamed truth but you didn't know what to believe with him anymore.

"You're drunk." You said, turning around and fishing your pocket for the key to the shitty rent school bus, before unlocking the bus quickly and slamming the door closed behind you just as quickly.

You felt your eyes well with tears and hurt ache as you quickly ran toward the back, flopping down on a bench in back you let the beer drop to the floor and roll away from you, spilling what was left in it as it went.

You shoved your head into your hands as you let out unsteady breaths and choked back whines.

You hated him, hated him for what he did to you, hated him for things he said to you, hated him for making you believe the feelings were real, but most importantly hated him because you could never hate him, not even a little bit, not even at all.

***

You sipped on the warm cup noodles as you sat on the floor of your living room, lights off and tv on, clad in your pyjamas from the night before still. You were sure you looked small and pathetic like this, but it's not like anyone could see you.

"You warm?" Justine asked, you spared her a look. Ok, well, anyone but her. You nodded as she sat down on the couch you sat in front of, back pressed against it.

It was raining outside, it had been for a couple of days, it felt fitting for your mood, but you were hoping the sun would shine soon, sick of sitting inside all day and collecting dust as if you were an old worn out record.

The tv burned your eyes, making you feel tired, it had been on all day, your only distraction was Justine.

"You're acting depressed." She said, rolling her eyes at you. You smiled up at her, offering her a sorry look.

"I'm not."

"I know you aren't."

You twirled your chopsticks around in your cup before bringing it to your mouth. Justine was lost in thought and it intrigued you, you knew it was important when she got that look on her face.

"What's up?" You asked, mouth full of food. She came back from her trance and looked down at you with a giddy smile.

"Damon kissed me, he asked me out too but he was drunk." She dragged a hand through her hair, "He wouldn't stop talking about how much he liked me, I'm just hoping he calls."

You gasped, feeling lifted by her good news. "When was this!"

"Last night, at some party in the centre of the city." She spoke, cheeks flushed pink.

"What! You need to tell me these things sooner Justine, it's nearly the exact same time the next day!" You spoke, wildly as if her keeping a secret from you was illegal.

She shrugged, "Sorry Y/N, I'm not a pitcher like you that spills whenever she has the chance."

You rolled your eyes at her remark and turned back around to stare at the tv again.

You liked the tv, it made you tired and woozy, it dragged you away from reality and allowed you sit in a world outside your own, like a book but less wordsy.

Your eyes stayed fixed as the channel changed to mtv, Justine with the remote in hand, obviously sick of the last channel you'd been viewing for hours.

Although, your eyes immediately laid on none other than Liam Gallagher, you groaned, why would he always come up at the most inconvenient times, like a ghost haunting you.

Justine laughed at your pained noise, but reached a hand down to ruffle your hair. "He's a knob."

You shrugged your shoulders, as you continued watching. He was getting interviewed, it was one of the ones that tried way too hard to be funny, neither of the brothers were feedings into it, it was almost painful to watch.

"I cant believe you were into that." Justine laughed, which caused you to frown. "Or, I guess still into that." She added on.

You pressed your lips together, you couldn't stand watching this, it made you feel miserable and made your head spin just after you had got it to stop.

"He's so brash, that poor interviewer is trying so hard." She said, emphatically.

You shrugged, "Boneheads doing okay."

"He carry's the bands interviews, and hell the band itself."

You didn't like the Oasis talk, although it was an interesting watch, amusing slightly at the brief moment one of the brothers would say something completely inappropriate.

You listened as the interviewer asked, "And what do you think of Y/N, and her band?" She asks, hopefully getting some sort of sharp and mean comment.

The band went silent, not awkwardly but as if they were thinking, but they weren't, you knew they weren't because you'd done the fake thinking thing to questions you didn't want to answer before either. There was some sort of tension that circled around you, it must be funny because of the smirk that hung on Noel's mouth.

You felt insecure, did Liam tell them about how he was leading you on and you followed blindly? Or was it something worse? Ignorance is bliss.

Liam finally chimed in, "Who?" He asked smugly.

You felt your heart twinge before he laughed it off and continued, "No, that Y/N, I fancy her."

"Are you gonna go for her?" The interviewer asked.

"Nah... she'll go for me."

You swallowed your dignity, Justine sparing you a quick glance.

You were sure you looked miserable, you felt pained just watching that.

"Ok, enough of that." She spoke, flicking the channel.

***

You didn't want to be here, none of your band wanted to, but you stood there awkwardly playing with the hem of your top nervously.

"I hate these record label parties." Matthew, your drummer muttered into a glass of water. You gave him a glance as he grimaced at the lack of taste in the cold liquid.

"I want to be drunk, I'm antsy." Your guitarist, Will chimed in.

The three of you were against the wall in a big party for your record label, it was the biggest label in the UK, which meant there were famous people everywhere. It was hosted in some house, there was music, of course, and flashy lights. There were people with cameras and microphones everywhere, you scowled at how they we're allowed in here, and because of the press being here you weren't allowed to drink and 'make a fool of yourselves' which was what your producer told you.

You were sure your bassist was off trying to get high or something, at least she was having a good night, hopefully.

"I say we ditch." Matthew spoke, as he deliberately spilled a bit of water on the floor to cure his boredom, it got on your shoes.

Will nodded, "This is lame."

You gave the both of them a questioning look, "You're going to risk getting in trouble with the label?" You asked them, they knew it was risky, but probably worth it.

"We'll be fine if you stay here." Matthew replied deviously which made you press your lips together in a silent protest.

"You cant just leave me here!" You whined.

Will shrugged, "You're the front man, you're who they're looking to talk to."

Just before the two of them could leave the wall a camera and microphone were shoved in your faces, you cringed for a moment before putting on a happy attitude, the two boys next to you quietly grimacing.

"Y/N! How's the party?" The lady behind the microphone asked.

"Oh it's great," you replied, sarcasm accidentally dripping from your words, whatever, you thought, I'm not drunk enough to act.

"What's been the highlight of the night?" She asked, overly joyous.

You hummed, "Well not much has happened, has it?" You answered honestly. The boys snickered at your response.

You needed this over, and now, your mouth felt dry from the lack of booze. You spotted your escape route, a (surprisingly) sober Noel Gallagher chatting up a few birds.

"Oh hey, look it's Noel." You looked over at him. It worked, the interviewer walked off in favour of the more popular band.

You huffed out a sigh and leaned against the wall. "I'd rather be home." You grumbled out.

Will laughed, "Well now the label knows we were definitely here at some point, let's go, yeah?" Will and Matthew pushed off the wall to their full heights.

"You two go, we'll be in shit if I don't make more of an effort." The two nodded, and began walking off, placing their cups down on a random table along the way, at moments like these you cursed yourself for being a brilliant frontman.

You looked around the room only to spot other bands exactly in the position you were before. This all felt like a way for the label to make money, you felt materialistic, it make you cringe.

The song that was just playing grinded to a stop, seriously grinded, it was far too long and insufferable. The song after it wasn't any good either, you could tell by just hearing the intro it was a shitty pop song, you couldn't handle another minute of this.

You pushed off the wall and made your way to the kitchen, in a mission to find something to cure the dryness of your throat.

The kitchen was clean, smelt like citrus, unlike any other party that provided the stench of alcohol and a sticky floor from where the drunks spill their drinks, you found it a lot better than the selection of soda, water and punch.

"Has anyone spiked the punch?" You asked, half joking as you moved to grab a cup, a couple of people who you recognised from other bands, specifically Alex James who seemed to eye you up a little bit, laughed at your joke and the inconvenience it was to not being able to get sloshed.

You grabbed a cup, filling it with water, it'll do for now. But you could not rub the eyes of Alex off you.

You lifted your head, giving a questioning look to his shameless staring, he gave a chuckle at that.

"How's the party for you?" He asked, you shrugged, taking a sip from your cup.

"I'm not interested in pleasantries, sorry Alex, that's for when I'm drunk and can't remember my name." You responded, he laughed, he seemed to do that a lot.

"I get it, this is lame." He said as you leaned against the wall next to him, you seemed to be doing a lot of wall leaning tonight, it was really all there was to do.

You decided to spice it, make an interesting conversation for yourself. "You heard about Damon and Justine?" You asked, looking up at him.

He smiled deviously with a brow raised, "Yeah, quite a bit actually."

"She doesn't shut up about him, like I mean it, I know his cock size." You stated bluntly, maybe too bluntly considering this was Alex's best mate you were talking about.

Alex let out a snort and a loud laugh, "Christ, we haven't heard that much."

"We?" You asked.

"The entire band, he tells us everything."

You scrunched your face slightly at that, knowing that all four of them talk about Justine, but you guess it was natural, everyone did it, especially girls.

"You think they're going to make it official?" You asked, knowing they'd try to keep a secret for as long as they could from everyone, especially the press.

"We will find out soon enough." Alex shrugged, causing you to hum in acknowledgment, she would definitely tell you, for Christ sake you're best friends.

"What about you?" Alex asked, curiosity on his tone. You lifted a brow at him in question, which caused him to elaborate, "Dating anyone I mean, any famous musicians?"

He wiggled his eyebrows at you which caused you to cringe and your heart to squeeze.

The wound Liam left behind was still being healed, a dose of turning off the tv when he came on, avoiding him at social events and blocking his number from your home phone helped numb the pain. The one thing you couldn't avoid was him being mentioned, it made your heart sting but it didn't bring tears to your eyes anymore, which you thought was good progress.

"Uh, no, never again." You laughed out, trying to lighten the mood, but it only made Alex give you a questioning look.

"Again?" He asked, you sighed, you'd hope he was dumb enough to not catch onto your poor wording.

You looked at him, he seemed curious, what was the point of lying? It wasn't like you didn't know Alex, you'd spoken to him plenty of times, you knew the news wouldn't get far from him, probably to the rest of Blur but that's where it would stop, celebrities were always careful with these things.

"Uh, Liam Gallagher." You looked away as if, if you didn't, you would regret saying it.

Alex choked on his breath of air, coughing in shock and raising a hand to his chest. "What?" He coughed out. "You talked to Liam Gallagher? Like, Oasis Liam, the arsehole."

You smiled at his insults solemnly, before taking a sip of your water to allow yourself to drown your heavy thoughts.

"Yeah, for awhile, it was serious, well to me it was. I got to see a different side of him no one else did, kind, sweet and compassionate, hell I'd stay up late talking on the phone with him almost every night, I even gave him my new years kiss." You spilled, you didn't want to but it came pouring out like a flood.

Alex gave you a sad look, "What ended it?" He asked.

"He got a girlfriend, it wasn't surprising, very much so, it hurt like fuck, it still does."

"What an arse." Alex remarked.

"Cunt." You bluntly stated.

"So no dating anyone famous for awhile?" He cheekily asked, raising the mood effortlessly. You smiled over at him.

"Dream on, Alex James."

The two of you chatted for awhile, about random things like how music production was going for the both of your bands and spilling secrets you'd heard about other people in your scene. Eventually at some point Alex decided that a pub down the street was a much better place right now, and you knew he would probably run into Mathew and Will down there.

You stood against the wall on your own now, water nearly empty, which is exactly how your stomach felt. You didn't knowing spilling your feelings would feel so relieving, but it was, and you were grateful for the opportunity.

As you stood there, you noticed a glass sliding door on the other side of the kitchen, the perfect escape from a stuffy party with cameras everywhere.

You pushed yourself off the wall, making a b-line for the door, ignoring the people calling your name, eager for an interesting conversation. Once you'd reached it, you pulled the sliding door open and quickly shut it behind you, sucking in a deep breathe of the fresh air.

The balcony was a welcome escape, it was fresh, it was relaxing, it allowed you to be on your own with the worry of being reported as an anti social snob, when in reality all you wanted to do was drink.

You leaned forward onto the railing, taking in the lack lustre view of the city, internally you wished it was something else, a forest maybe, but you'd grown accustomed to the bright lights that lit up the night sky. It was never dark in London.

Although the short amount of time you were enjoying yourself was quickly ruined as the putrid and thick scent of cigarette smoke wafted around you and into your nostrils. You gave a cough as you waved your hand in front of your hand.

"Care for a hit?" A Manchester accent asked you, it made your skin crawl. You looked at the culprit just see exactly who you recently were talking about. It mad your angry, but with that anger came a sense of tiredness.

You were sick of hating him, sick of not being to get him out of your mind, sick of feeling a pierce when his name was mentioned, sick of avoiding him. It was as if he had plagued you. Although the grudge was hard to hold when you didn't see a point into holding it anymore, when your arms got weak and all you wanted to is forget.

"I'm going back inside." You spoke, standing to your full height.

"No, stay." Liam spoke, more of a demand.

You gave him a look over your shoulder, shamelessly taking in the state of him. He seemed fine, of course he was, happy and famous with a pretty blonde girlfriend. He held a cigarette in his hand and wore a long tshirt, different than his usual parka, but you assumed it was too hot.

And you did, you stayed where you were, turning your head back around and deciding you could just ignore him.

It was awkward, painfully, you wondered if he remembered anything from that night almost two weeks ago. The tension in the air was thick, it was harder to breathe than his cigarette smoke.

Your hands clenched and unclenched around the railing due to your nerves. It was very obvious, you didn't care though, he already read it on your face.

"I saw you talking to Alex James, the blur twat." Liam spoke, nonchalantly, but you knew there was more feelings, there always was which was what he told you back in December over the phone during a late night deep talk.

"Yeah I was." You responded, trying to stay stoic.

"Why?" He asked, you didn't like how he was questioning you, it made your shoulders hurt as if you were carrying each word he said on them.

"Gossip." You stated blankly, trying to finish the conversation.

You heard him shuffle, before he stood next to you, his back leaning against the railing, the opposite direction to you. You took a step away, making it clear you were not enjoying this.

"What's with you?" He asked. You gave an angry look, one that screamed seriously? Are you kidding? He seemed to be taken aback by it, but he didn't stop. "You haven't been answering my calls either, I'm confused Y/N."

"Do you remember the festival?" You asked spitefully, staring up at him.

He shook his head, "Christ no, I was sloshed."

"Yeah you were." You scowled, "So sloshed that you decided to try to flirt with me."

Liam sent you a look, one with a mixture confusion and annoyance. "What's so wrong with that? We always do that! Every time we are together."

"You have a girlfriend!" You shouted, which made him widen his eyes. "You used me as some sort of validation for months! Hell, nearly a year! I thought you liked me, a lot! But I was horrifically mistaken. You made me feel like a teenager who got used just for attention, and I should've noticed through the way you never asked me out." You let it all out, to his face, a finally sober Liam who would actually be able to react to this.

Your hands were hot on the railing, and so was your face, your brain screamed get up and leave and stomach churned as if you were to be sick. You heart ached like it never had and you felt tears began to fall down your face.

"Did you see the magazine?" He asked, empathetically, his hands were shaking, they moved as if they wanted to hold you, and that made your feelings go blunt until they were sad, the adrenaline rush over.

You nodded, and let out a quiet "Yes." voice embarrassingly revealing you were crying.

Liam sighed, and took a puff of his cigarette before dragging his hand over his face, tossing the cigarette off the balcony and onto the ground below. You watched the ash die, it felt metaphorical.

"Y/N, are you an idiot?"

"What?" You asked, painfully, it felt like he was grabbing the knife in your chest and twisting it.

"Do you seriously believe everything you see in the press?"

"Wha-"

He cut you off, and continued on, "She was a distant family friend, never met her before that day. She needed a place in London to stay and me mother urged me to let her stay. Only had my arm around her in that picture to avoid the street traffic without getting lost."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, you felt like an idiot, a real fucking fool. Your pain and anger for the last few months were all for nothing, over a stupid reason.

"She was well a cunt too." He laughed, trying to lighten the mood, "She hated the paparazzi, tried to make me tell them to go away. She was gone in less than day, found some other place to stay." He shrugged.

You sighed loudly, pressing your head into your hands as you leaned forward. You were embarrassed, badly, you were so hurt over something you'd seen on a magazine, blocked his number and didn't even let him explain, you felt stupid, really badly. You didn't want to move and look him in the eyes, so you stayed the way you were.

"Y/N?" He asked, looking down at you.

"I'm embarrassed Liam." You mumbled.

Liam laughed and placed a hand onto your back, it made you shudder, but it was a good feeling, finally.

"Look at me, would ya?" He asked, and you obliged, slowly pushing yourself and looking at him.

He smiled at your expression cheeks hot, and probably slightly tear stained. He lifted a hand to your face and wiped the tears that kept spilling from your eyes away.

"I'm a down right fool." You stated, and adverted your eyes from him.

"Yeah, you are." He replied feeding into your embarrassment, which you didn’t appreciate.

He placed both of his hands on your shoulders, staring down at you, his gaze was burning, but it didn’t feel judgemental, which is something you’d never assume from the Gallagher brother.

He pulled you in by your shoulders into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around your neck and tucking his head into your shoulder. For a moment you didn’t process it, but you wrapped your arms around his torso, leaning into him as well.

For a moment you stayed like this, it was nice, it brought you back to life like the snow melting into spring. You sighed, your tears on your cheeks soaking into his shirt, he didn’t seem to mind.

“I could not stop thinking about you Y/N. The entire time you were away from me I could not stop…” he searched his brain for the appropriate word, “longing.” He finally finished.

He pulled away slightly, enough to look down at you and see your face.

You laughed light heartedly, “Every time I thought of you it made me sick, I was so mad.”

Liam frowned at what you said, “I should’ve told you.”

You shook your head, “You didn’t have to, it’s not like we were dating.”

You both paused, looking at each others faces, the topic of dating had never come up between the two of you before, sure at some point he made you say that you were his, but that was never brought up after that.

You felt like you were in an unreal situation as Liam’s face contorted a bit into a nervous look. You knew the boy was brash, and had a hard outer shell, but you get to see him in a different way, a way not many have seen before, you felt like you had the biggest secret locked away in your mind and heart. You wonder what was so special about you for him to act like this.

“Why have you never asked me out Liam?” You asked, impulsively.

His eyebrows knitted upwards, “Look at you Y/N. You’re everything and more, I can’t help but turn into a different person when you’re around, flirty and soft.” He grumbled out the last bit, which made you smile.

“This person I am, is so different, I’m just not used to it, but I like it, I like knowing I can love, and in return be loved.” He spoke solemnly, pausing for a second to breathe in with a shudder, “You change me, for the better, I became more calm and relaxed, it was something new, but I liked it, because I knew it meant that I had you. But I was so nervous, how could I not be when you could have anyone you pointed at?”

You laughed breathlessly as he spilled, “Liam do I have to remind you what you made me say?”

Liam gave you a confused look, you just smiled fondly.

“I’m yours, Liam.” You stated, and his face went red, he seemed to move his eyes over your face as if you were being sarcastic.

“Oh dear god.” He spoke out in a whisper as he didn’t find a trace of a lie in your eyes.

You lifted yourself onto your tippy toes, and leaned close to him, “I missed you.” You stated.

He just stared at you, before closing the gap and pressing a passionate kiss full of confessions, longing and love, to your lips.

His hands dropped to your waist, and yours to the back of his head, slotting into his soft hair nicely. This was familiar, this was missed.

The two of you pulled away, a giddy smile on your face and flushed cheeks on his.

“Will you go out with me Y/N?” He asked, moving a hand to cradle your face.

You made an expression, as if you were thinking.

“Hmm.. no.” You said.

His eyes widened and his face dropped, he swallowed a lump in his throat.

You couldn’t stand seeing him like that had to end the torture quickly, you laughed and shook your head, “I’m joking Liam, I will, I swear.”

His face brightened again, like a child’s, it looked silly on him, but you liked it, you liked everything about him.

“Fuck you Y/N.”

***

You twirled your hair on your finger as you picked your telephone up and tapped the numbers you had memorised into the keypad. It rang for a second before you heard plastic moving on the other side.

“Hello?” You heard Justine call on the other side of the phone.

“Hi Justine.” You greeted, a smile on your face.

“You sound happy, what’s happened?” She said, as you heard her move to sit down on her couch.

“You need to hear me out.” You spoke, with a sheepish tone, knowing that Justine would interrupt you and get angry if she didn’t hear the entire story.

“Me and Liam are going out, turns out he didn’t have a girlfriend, it was some family friend who didn’t end up being on his good side for long. I ran into him last night on a balcony at that shitty label party, I got a bit angry and had a yell at him, and he was finally sober enough to explain himself. Turns out he’s been trying to call me, and your advice on blocking his number could’ve saved me from the torture my conscience has put up with this last month.” You stated with a giggle at the end, too happy to let anything get you down. “The press blew that picture of him and the girl up, it was stupid and I believed it.”

You heard some shuffling on the other side of the phone, a laugh, one that was definitely not Justine’s could be heard, it was a lads, but you didn’t have time to ask before she sighed loudly.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Is that Damon?”

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