Actually My First Post But Doing The Honors Of Participating @mustainegf

“I wanted you.”

Summary: being childhood friends had led to stronger bonds, but with you and Liam it ended up being a trope between feelings and fear. (This is the year 2008, because Liam was AND IS so fit. FYI I might make this into a mini-series)

Part 2

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You still remembered the first time you’ve met Liam, it had been at the age of 9.

Right away you became great friends with the problematic boy.

By age 10 you were hanging out with his other mates, and had shared a kiss on account of a game of truth and dare.

Till this day, at 35 it had been a memory that you will never ever forget.

It was the month of December—the chilly mornings, the warm jumpers, barely going out.

Just as you were enjoying a hot cup of tea, three loud knocks on the hard wooden door were heard throughout your flat.

Grumbling to yourself you got up and answered the door—seeing the same baby blue eyes you were used to seeing for years.

“Let me in?” He didn’t tear his gaze away from you at all.

You gave him a small nod and moving out of the way pushing the door wider for him to come in, his hands deep into his parka pockets—he’s got small droplets of rain stuck to it.

“Sorry for comin’ unannounced and whatnot but—er…I didn’t know where to go”

you assumed it had been that gossip magazine that just announced that Liam had broken up with his years long girlfriend.

Obviously he’s still devastated and that’s why he finds himself standing in front of you soaked in rain water.

“‘S alright…some tea?” You asked tilting your head a bit.

He didn’t say anything but nodded.

“Still milk with two sugars?” You added.

“That’s right.” He then walked towards the couch making himself comfortable.

Heading to the kitchen to prepare his cuppa, you couldn’t help but wonder if Liam was actually alright.

Maybe taking his mind off the gossips and the fame would be good for him…

Heading back to the living room of the small flat you handed him the hot cup of tea.

“Cheers” he muttered, taking a sip.

“So—why are you actually here for?” You asked.

He didn’t give you an answer right away, he actually hesitated.

“Just came to see you” he gave a nonchalant shrug.

With a small sigh you sat next to him crisscrossed.

He tilted his head back onto the couch with a dramatic groan, “I don’t even care anymore, y’know what I mean?”

Before you could muster your opinion he kept talking, “it’s just—they never got tired of talking shit ‘bout me.”

“Maybe if you stopped giving them material to write about, they’ll get bored.”

He shot you a look, no real heat behind it though. “You sound like me mam.”

You chuckled for the first time in this evening, his usual scowl softened. Moments like these reminded you of how long you’ve known this fucker.

Before the fame, before the headlines, before you saw him as this untouchable rockstar—he was just Liam, Same confident boy from Manchester who would nick biscuits from your mums kitchen.

“D’you remember when we were kids?” You grinned bringing it up to get his mind off things, “—and you made me climb a garden wall to nick apples, you had this vision or summat.”

He huffed a chuckle “yeah and you got stuck up there, like a right muppet”

“Oh, sod off” you scoffed, throwing a cushion at him. “You were the one who left me there!”

“Did not!” He laughed, catching the cushion and tossing it back. “I just took me time to get the ladder.”

“Right” you rolled your eyes.

For a moment, it was just you two like it had always been.

A long string of silence settled between.

Liam’s gaze lingered, his usual cocky confidence flickering into summat unreadable. You felt your breath hitch as he leaned forward slightly, icy blue eyes locked on yours.

“I miss that” he murmured.

“What?”

“Miss us—back when it was easy y’know?”

Your heart pounded, you knew exactly what he meant.

The space between you disappeared. One second you were sitting there, breath caught in your throat and the next, his lips were on yours—warm, insistent, desperate in a way.

Way better than the kiss you two shared at the age of 10.

When he pulled away he rested his forehead against yours, “tell me I didn’t just fuck everything up.” He murmured.

You let out a shaky breath, your fingers curled into his shirt “I’d be lying.”

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Dun dun dun

HEY CHAT!

I made one of my first edits like pretty much ever, and I’m doing the honors of showing you all 👅

BTW! I think I would start making more so I made a TT: @dumbassaimee

Welcome.

For starters I’m Aimee nice to meet ya, see more about this blog:

I will post, write, and do just about anything.

Just request if you want me to write something specific, I would love to, don’t be shy!

I have C.ai if you want to check that out: @Crazy4rockstars

Other than that I’m a pretty cool person having Moots in this app would be awesome!



Anyways, have a good day love.

MASTERLIST:

The one and only dumbassaimee list of fanfics, there is more to come in the future.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Oasis:

Liam Gallagher:

Live forever (not without me) - Fluff

I wanted you - fluff

I wanted you (part 2) - fluff

Noel Gallagher:

Just married - smut

You rearrange my mind - fluff

A fathers comfort - fluff

Defensive - fluff (part 2 of FC)

Rare moments - smut

New muse - fluff

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Metallica:

James Hetfield:

Backstage - smut

Babysitter - smut

Cowboy hat - smut

Snow day - fluff

Kirk Hammett:

By the beach - smut

“Live forever (but not without me)”

Where the infamous Liam Gallagher meets a journalist so intriguing but also can’t seem to put down his arrogant attitude down, driving them both madly in love.

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She had known who Liam is, she met him about a week ago in a dimly lit pub. The smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke filled her nostrils.

she remembers seeing him for the first time with his icy blue eyes going back and forth between her and the blonde girl under his arm.

His pink lips were slightly parted, she could have easily forgotten him if it wasn’t for his obnoxious big mouth.

he had came by to grab a drink by the bar, seeing me sitting on the stools as I nursed my drink.

Liam arched a brow, taking her in. "Alright love?"

"Alright" she muttered, he knew her as a journalist.

Noel had mentioned her before describing her as an "ungrateful, loud mouth, good to nothing writer".

mostly because he was in a bad mood already.

"Came to write bollocks 'bout me?" he asked snarky, a smirk appearing across his face.

with a sign she replied back "No need, you write about yourself every single time you open your mouth."

A laugh erupted from his lips before he could even register what she had said.

“Got some bite, don’t ya?”

He took a sip of his G&T and continued blabbing about, “So did you come to write about me or not?”

Finally she turned her head to look at him “You assume a lot huh?”

Slowly a cocky grin formed onto his face. “Only if I’m right”

“Right.”

“So, tell me…what’s it like bein’ next to the most fascinating man in Britain?”

She exhaled a laugh at that, proper egotistical. “Dunno, haven’t met him yet.”

“Oi! And here I was, ‘bout to tell you’ve got the best eyes I’ve seen all night!” He shot back.

“You do this a lot don’t you?”

Liam shrugged “Do wha’?”

“Charm your way in, and make people forget how insufferable you are.”

He leaned in further looking into her eyes, the faint smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and his cologne making her cringe. “Is it workin’?”

For a bit she didn’t respond, mustering a reply—“don’t think so.”

“Oh well I know so, it’ll work trust me” he looked away from him and finished up the glass of G&T slamming it back down.

“Tell ya what” he said, slouching a bit in the stool “come to my show Saturday night, you can’t write about me proper if you’ve never seen me live.”

She huffed a small laugh, “I know exactly what your shows are like, a bunch of Blokes screaming about.”

“You haven’t seen me do it” he protested.

For a small second—he really thought that she would consider it.

“Tempting…” sarcasm slipping from her lips “but I’ll pass.”

Liam frowned at that “What? Scared you’ll enjoy it?”

“Nah.” She shook her head, “just not interested mate” she slipped out from the stool, she didn’t really want to deal with a Gallagher.

Not a fucking chance.

“Goodnight, Gallagher.”

So it was that week later.

She didn’t know about Liam after that time at the pub, thank god for that.

She had interviews to conduct and deadlines, she really couldn’t waste her time thinking about arrogant rockstars that think they’re gods gift or summat.

But of course, he had to show up today.

Inside the sleek London studio, getting ready to interview yet another musician.

“Alright?”

She glanced up just as he flopped onto the leather sofa next to her.

“You’re not supposed to be in here” she furrowed her eyebrows at him, she was not informed to interview Liam whatsoever.

“Was in the area” he shrugged “Figured I’d pop in.”

She shook her head and let out a small Scoff “luck me” she muttered under her breath.

The interview panel was running behind schedule just a tad, one of the younger assistants being a girl barely out of her teens struggling with carrying equipment.

Nobody but Liam noticed it, like a proper lad he strolled over and helped her steady the heavy case.

“Here y’are love, where’s it goin’?”

The assistant stammered but managed to tell him that it goes to the sound desk.

Without a second thought he legged off towards the sound desk room.

After seeing that interaction with the assistant and Liam she saw something different—something real.

It’ll drive her mad for sure, she shook that horrible thought away once he made a bee line back to her.

Seeing her staring, a smirk appeared “what?”

“Nothin’” she muttered and looked away.

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Later that evening as she was picking up her stuff, found the feel of paper in her purse.

Taking it out and letting her eyes scan through it.

Oasis—ticket for tomorrow night.

Bastard…he had slipped it in without her noticing.

And yet, a smile tugged at her lips.

And shockingly enough she attended the concert.

It was packed inside—shoulder to shoulder, the smell of sweat, beer, and just pure chaos.

The lights were low and the crowd was buzzin’

Once Oasis took the stage the cheers erupted.

In the middle of it, she stood frozen in the crowd. Her eyes constantly drifting towards Liam, and Even with hundreds of people jumping and singing along he had found her.

By the end of the show, she stayed for a bit until some security guard came by.

Tapping on her shoulder and telling her to go backstage where the band wants her, or more like where Liam wants her.

So as she passed by the long hallways he stood with sweat-damp hair, hands stuffed into his pockets.

“Knew you’d show”

“I did.”

They stood in comfortable silence before he spoke again “yer gonna admit it then?”

“Admit what?” Furrowing her brows.

“That you’re mad for me.”

She scoffed, but he was getting too close.

Before she could even muster a smart arsed reply he had took ahold of her waist and pulled her closer.

The other brushing against her jaw as he leaned in—and kissed her.

It wasn’t soft.

Nor sweet.

It’s Liam fuckin’ Gallagher.

Before she knew it she had kissed him back, letting the emotions take over completely.

The taste of alcohol and ciggies were very prominent.

And then—she pulled away.

“I knew it” he grinned.

“God you are the most arrogant, self absorbed—“

“And yet you kissed me back” he cut her blabbering out.

She hated that he’s right.

“Say…can I take you out on a proper date?” His blue eyes glimmered as he looked at her.

“A date?”

“That’s right.” He nodded “you. Me. A proper date, none of this journalist-rockstar bollocks. Just you and me.”

She hesitated a bit but finally…”fine, one drink.”

He stole another quick peck on the lips and grabbed her hand.

“C’mon then love, let’s get out of here”.

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A/N: I am back chat, thought I’ll make a little something, it’s sweet and quick. I’ll alsoooo appreciate some requests just wanna get back into writing and all that.

“Backstage”

@metallicamidget here’s your requested story 👅

Summary: James started to seem a little bit nervous with today’s show so he calms himself down by having you in his dressing room beforehand.

Warnings: age gap, smut, current Jaymz

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I was sat on the black leather couch, watching as the crew and photographers walked up and down to make sure everything was set up perfectly for tonight’s show.

In the corner of my eye I see my boyfriend James walk towards me, he seemed a bit anxious I mean his movements were way too quick.

“Dressing room..now” he muttered grabbing my hand, I didn’t have time to respond before he practically dragged me inside.

“Woah—what is it?” I finally spoke up my eyebrows furrowing.

“I fucking need you, please” he uttered—his hands wrapping around my hips pulling me closer.

“Come on doll…just a quick one” he leaned down to kiss my neck gently.

“Fine—yeah okay…” he looked up at me and smiled before locking the door behind him, “but It better be quick, you got a show to do” I warned.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever” he scoffed, backing me up onto the couch.

My eyes trailed up his arms, the tattoo sleeves and grey hairs I loved so dearly—he probably realized I was checking him out because I heard a raspy chuckle.

“Come on darlin’ take these off for me” he gestured to my jeans as he worked on the belt around his waist.

I wasted no time knowing that he has to go on stage soon, I slid the jeans off my legs as he took his off as well.

His calloused fingers trialing up my bare skin, teasing it leaving shivers down my spine.

“I’ll be quick” he whispered and kissed me gently before grabbing the waistband of my panties and sliding them off, showing off my already wet cunt.

I closed my legs just slightly which he didn’t let happen because he grabbed my legs and forcefully spreading them apart.

“So pretty” he muttered and kissed my forehead—I smiled softly.

He always did that, always acted all gentle when he’s all needy, but when you mix his neediness and anger he’s a complete animal.

His hand trailed down to the waistband of his boxers taking his painful hard-on out of its confines.

His pink tip already leaking of pre cum, “James please..” I managed to utter as he teased my folds with his tip, coating his dick with my essence.

“Beg.” His blue eyes looking at me, I can practically see the determination in his eyes.

“Please baby…I need you, quit teasin’—“ I couldn’t finish my sentence before he plunged into my tight sex.

It knocked the air right out of me, we both let out some kind of moan.

“Fuck…” he sighed, staying in position for a bit before he started to move his hips slowly, his length and thickness stretching me out completely.

I couldn’t help the noises that spilled out of my parted lips.

He started to pick up the pace, picking the perfect rhythm, a hand went to my waist while the other on my hip.

Every little noise I made encouraged him to be rougher and faster.

His breathing became raged, “you…fuck…feel so good” he panted.

“Please..” I whined, I didn’t know what I was begging for exactly but I knew that I needed him, all of him, his strong tattooed arms, his grey hair, and those precious blue eyes.

His hips snapping against my ass, the sounds of skin slapping skin filling up the dressing room.

“Such a good fucking girl” he praised, the hand that was on my waist trailed down onto my clit—he started to use his fingers, circling around my bundle of nerves.

Totally overstimulating me, “James..’M so close” I warned.

He nodded “I know baby..Just a little more, come on” he cooed.

Neither of us could take it anymore before I came all of his dick arching my back and moaning loudly in the process.

He groaned and buried himself deep inside me before painting my inner walls white.

“Fuck I love you” he grunted.

“I love you too..” I sighed, a knock on the door interrupted us, “Go on in five!” some backstage crew informed.

James groaned out of annoyance and pulled out of me, his cum dripping out of me—he saw that sight and smiled being all proud of his work.

“I can do better when we get back to the hotel” he teased, “how exciting” I rolled my eyes.

Instead of any other smart remark he just giggled, pulling his boxers and jeans back up, he grabbed the black bandana from his back pocket and started to clean me up.

I loved that about him also, he’s so caring.

“I gotta go love” he kissed my cheek and ran out of the room—I understood why he couldn’t stay a bit longer.

I grabbed the used bandana and threw it in the trash nearby and started to dress up back again.

After the show it’s going to be a long fucking night…

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Hey mates sorry if it’s a little bad but y’know

Cant wait for the pregnancy request to last request for a abit - getting board of myself tbf

But I found this clip of Noel he was married to Meg at this point I like it because they rarely talked about eachother in interviews https://youtu.be/wMaIpj8FGcw?feature=shared. So could I request a smutty romantic story based on this, maybe Meg can hear the interview and decide to surprise him by dressing up nicely

Thanks for writing all my requests so quickly your a star xx

“Rare moments”

I don’t usually write about stuff with their wives/girlfriends POVs but here you go (ALSO I wrote a ton a while ago and everything got deleted so I apologize for this being a tad bad.)

Warnings: smut as requested

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She hadn’t been paying much attention at first. The telly was on in the background, some interview with Noel playing.

Knowing that all the same questions were thrown at him.

She was curled up on the sofa, flipping through a magazine, half-listening like she always did when he was on.

Then she heard him mention her, “well she’s got good taste y’know?—‘s why she’s married to me.”

Meg’s head snapped up. She blinked, then glanced toward the screen.

He looked so casual, leaned back in his chair, like he wasn’t just casually admitting to the entire world that he adored her.

He barely even talked about her!

but because that was just who he was.

Private. Guarded.

But when he did mention her, it was always like this—understated, dry, but sincere in a way

She bit her lip, watching him for a moment longer. Then, an idea sparked in her mind

She wanted to remind him why he even married her.

As the evening went by he came back home—barely had time to shut it behind him before he caught sight of her

stood there in the dim lighting of their flat, dressed in something that hugged her just right, her hair done, her makeup subtle but sharp.

“What’s this then?” He asked.

Shrugging a bit “just wanted to dress up”

“For?”

“You” she gave him a cheeky smile

His lips parted slightly, then curved into that lazy grin of his—the one that had always driven her mad. “That right?”

Meg stepped forward, running a hand along the lapel of his coat. “I heard you on the telly.”

Noel rolled his eyes, feigning exasperation. “Christ, what’d I say now?”

She tilted her head, fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt. “That I’ve got good taste.”

tracing a slow line down his chest. “Thought I’d prove it.”

Noel exhaled sharply, his hands finding her waist, tugging her closer. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

His fingers tightened slightly, gaze flicking between her eyes and lips. “You know, you don’t have to prove anything, Meg.”

She grinned. “Humor me.”

Noel’s smirk deepened, his nose brushing against hers. “Reckon I can do that.”

And with that, he kissed her—slow and sure, like he had all the time in the world.

Backing her against the wall, he took ahold of the hem of the dress and pulled it up.

Running his hands against the soft flesh and dipping between her thighs making a sharp gasp escape her.

“You look so beautiful” he murmured.

She blushed at his compliment.

His lips then trailed down her neck, leaving small bites here and there.

His fingers pushed her panties to the side, ran his index finger along her slit feeling just how soaked she is.

Meg arched into him, her breath quickening at the touch of his hands.

He slipped a strap of her dress down revealing her breasts to him.

Taking her strapless bra down his thumb brushed over her sensitive nipples making them pebble to his touch.

His other hand that was between her thighs stopped teasing her and he pushed two fingers into her tight channel.

Making soft moans escape her as he fucked her with his fingers.

“Fucking hell, I need to be inside you” he rasped, his mouth trailing fire down her throat

Meg moaned, tilting her head back as she ground against him. Her hands tangled in his hair.

He kept coaxing her with sweet nothings, keeping the pace of his finger steady.

“‘M so close—Noel” Meg gasped.

Being the cheeky little shit he is, he pulled his fingers out making her whine.

“I need you love, ‘m sorry” he muttered and kissed her with an urge.

Now that his hands were free they went towards his belt, unbuckling it and unbuttoning his trousers.

He grabbed her thigh and lifted it up to his waist.

Gripping tightly.

With his free hand he pushed his boxers down, glancing up at her with his icy blue eyes.

Noel reached between them, positioning his thick cock at Meg's entrance. He thrust upwards, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke.

Meg cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to his size.

Noel's hips bucked, driving deeper into Meg's clenching heat as he savored the feeling of being fully joined with her.

He captured her mouth in another fierce kiss, swallowing her moans as he began to move, setting a relentless pace.

Meg's leg wrapped around Noel's waist, locking him in place as she met each of his powerful thrusts with her own eager ones.

“So tight” Noel panted against her lips, his grip on her hips tightening. "You feel incredible... always…fuck…so perfect for me."

Meg's nails scored down his back as she rode him harder, chasing the peak of pleasure.

Noel's fingers dug into Meg's ass, pulling her flush against him as he pistoned his hips, driving ever deeper.

“Look at me, baby," Noel commanded, his blue eyes blazing with lust as he held Meg's gaze.

“See how much I want you? How fuckin’ crazy I am for ya?” He panted.

Meg's vision blurred, her body trembling on the verge of climax.

She could feel every throbbing inch of Noel's cock stretching her, filling her completely. With a final, desperate arch of her back, Meg shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of ecstasy.

“Fuckin’ love you” his lips parted, blue eyes locked on her.

“Every bit of you.”

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Hii!! I love your writing soo much, your last Noel fic had me literally gigling and twirling my hair 😭❤️

I wanna resquest an imagine where reader is the guitarist of a rock band that is just as big as Oasis and Noel ends up meeting her and he is totally swooned by her talent and stuff... Also, Liam having a laugh out of Noel's face whenever he goes :0 when he sees reader passing by with her guitar lollll

“You rearrange my mind”

See what I did there? Little miles Kane reference for ya

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It was so surreal, I had become the next big thing in Britain’s new music.

My band “Everlast” had gained so much attention, and among all that attention was Noel.

I had a feeling he might fancy me as in an interview he was asked about my band.

“Thoughts on ‘Everlast’?”

“‘S alright, haven’t really listened to much of their stuff but they aren’t terrible.”

“What about the frontwoman?”

Noel had paused for a moment—“don’t have a proper opinion on ‘er but she’s a pretty bird.”

That interview itself made me overthink too hard.

Maybe I was just running on pure delusion, anywho—today there was a festival being held, Everlast was lucky enough to get a spot.

It was a massive stadium, heads left and right, the roadies and backstage crew running around trying to get their job’s done perfectly.

And we can’t forget the stuck up musicians cruising around like they own the place.

It had then been time for my band to go up, taking ahold of my guitar as I made my way backstage I stumble across the infamous Noel Gallagher.

“‘S that yours?” He asked me gesturing to the wine red strat in my hands.

“That’s right” I nodded.

He didn’t say anything just scanned every little detail about me, his blue eyes making sure to memorize everything.

“You’re up right now?”

“Uh huh—I kind of need to go..” I confirmed, quickly making my way out of that awkward exchange.

My bandmate Dave had seen what happened and had a smirk plastered onto his face “A Gallagher huh?”

“What? Fuck no.” I shook my head, stepping up on stage, my eyes settled on the screaming crowd of people right in front of me.

Strumming the first strings to a song, Everlast filled the festival with their music.

Little did I know, Noel was watching the band play from backstage.

His eyes haven’t left me at all he was smitten.

As Liam saw his brother not moving at all just staring at the band playing, made a bee line towards him.

He didn’t speak until he followed his gaze and saw exactly what he was looking at.

Letting out a teasing chuckle he spoke up “her?…never thought the day would come”

“Fuck off”

“Nah..nah, this is class—our kid letting a pretty bird get to him” he teased his older brother more.

“You don’t even know ‘er mate.” He added.

“I need to get to know ‘er.” Noel muttered.

“Yeah? Gonna charm her by starin’?”

“No you cunt, I’ll ask her out when she’s done.”

“Like hell you are.” Liam snorted.

“I am, just—fuck off”

“right, just let me know when she rejects you” he grinned and legged off.

As the hour passed, I got off of stage, letting the guitar roadie take my equipment.

Then grabbing an ice cold water that was offered to all four of us.

People kept getting my attention, my mouth just running about responding to questions and small talks.

Among that small chaos I feel a tap on my shoulder, turning my head around I see Noel again.

“Hi love—er…was wondering if I can talk to ya?”

“Uhm..yeah what about?” I asked cautiously.

“Just wanted to talk that ‘s all” he shrugged.

Who would say ‘no’ to this guy? So I walked around with him to do the so-called ‘talking’.

He seemed nervous, her kept twisting the golden ring on his finger.

Taking a lot of sips of the bottle of beer he held.

He probably noticed that I was growing bored of just walking in silence, so in a panic he spoke up.

“You were great up there” he blurted out.

Getting a compliment from Noel Gallagher isn’t an every day achievement so I took it at heart.

“You think so?”

He gave me a small nod “proper good with the guitar.”

A smile casted onto my face—“thank you Noel, means a lot”

“Yeah…hey erm…I got a question for ya” he turned to me, finally he stopped walking which was my cue to stop walking as well.

“What is it?”

“Fuck..listen—are you free tomorrow?” Finally his blue eyes found mine.

I hesitated an answer, but finally I nodded.

“Yeah I’m free.”

“Fancy gettin’ a drink with me?” His hands tugged on his jumper.

“That’ll be nice” I smiled

“Yeah..?”

“Mhm” I confirmed.

And as a rare sight he smiled.

We stood in comfortable silence as it got interrupted by a very loud accent.

“Our kid! You tell her you fancy her then?” He practically yelled getting attention from some individuals.

Obviously embarrassing Noel—gosh hurts the arrogant ego.

“Fuckin’ hell” Noel whispered under his breath, looking back at me.

“Sorry love, see you tomorrow yeah? Gotta deal with him” taking my hand and kissing the back of it, with a grin on his face he made his way out.

Like I said…surreal.

Not only am I getting more and more famous each day, but the Noel Gallagher had asked me out on a date.

Since when could I do that?

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“I wanted you” (part 2)

Part 1

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Ever since that night with Liam you couldn’t stop thinking about it, the glimmer in his eyes, his pink lips slightly parted.

A wave of confusion that hit the both of you.

The flat was too quiet, usually he stays over when he comes late at night—but he left before the sun showed up.

Your mind started to do laps, was this just your usual Liam?

Impulsive, caught up in the moment?

Before any of this can spiral any further your cell began to ring.

Picking it up; hearing the short beep sound as you answered.

“Hello?”

“What are yer doing later?” It was Liam, of course it was.

There wasn’t an instant mention of last night, you could totally just forget that kiss.

But then you answered back—

“Nothing, you?”

A few seconds later his voice rang through your ears.

“Thinkin’ ‘bout you.”

You paused, so did he.

The two of you shared an awkward silence that desperately needed to be saved, his cocksure attitude was thrown out of the window.

He had a feeling he might’ve messed it all right up.

“Do you regret it?” Was the first thing he could think of.

“I’m not sure—just trying to figure out what the hell went wrong last night.”

“I don’t know ‘bout you…But I don’t regret it.”

Your stomach flipped.

“Why’d you leave then?”

This time it took him longer to respond.

“didn’t want to say something stupid before I figured out what this actually is.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his response—has he even figured it out then?

You could picture him right now, pacing somewhere, running a hand through his hair, fighting against the way he felt—because if there was one thing Liam Gallagher wasn’t good at, it was dealing with things he couldn’t swagger his way through.

“Can I come see you?…again I mean.” His voice quieter than last time, vulnerable even.

Letting a soft sigh, clutching the phone tightly in your hand, you weren’t sure if it were a good or bad idea.

Mind as well find out.

“Yeah.”

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The familiar three knocks on the door had came too soon.

You didn’t even have time to brace yourself before you were opening it.

And there he was, standing on your doorstep like he had many times before, only this time it all felt different.

His brown hair was messy from the wind, his eyes though—carried a whole different emotion.

None of you said anything, you just moved out of the way letting him enter your flat.

“So..” you trailed off.

“So.” He exhaled, running a hand over his face “I’ve been thinkin’”

You raised your eyebrows slightly “dangerous”

He huffed a small laugh but didn’t take the bait. Instead he looked up, his expression turned into something way too serious.

“Y’know, I remember the first time I realized I might love you.” He said suddenly.

“What?” You muttered

“It was years ago. We were still kids. You had this pair of stupid red sneakers, and you wore ‘em every bloody day, even when they were falling apart.” He brought up.

Your lips parted, memories flickering back like an old film reel.

“I remember,” you murmured.

“Yeah, well.” He shrugged. “One day, you showed up, and they were gone. You said they finally gave out, and you had to throw ‘em away.”

You blinked, frowning. You barely even remembered that moment. “Why does that—”

“Because I remember thinking,” Liam cut in, “fuck, what if she forgets about me that easy too?”

You stayed quiet, letting it all sink in.

“I know, it’s proper stupid and all that” he muttered shaking his head, “but you always meant so much to me.”

The air between the two of you felt thick, thick enough to have a knife cut through.

“Liam..”

He looked at you then, raw and unguarded.

“I didn’t say anything back then because I was scared I’d ruin it. And then everything happened—the band, the fame, all the bullshit. I kept telling myself it was better this way, that I’d rather have you as a friend than risk losing you.” He admitted

This confession—took way too long.

Way too fucking long.

You started to inch closer to him, Liam’s gaze flickered down to your lips, then back up like he was asking for permission.

“Serious?” You whispered.

A small grin plastered across his face, “every word.”

That was all it took.

You reached out for him, and he met you halfway, lips crashing against yours.

His hands found your waist, pulling you closer against him.

He could feel your fingers tangling in his hair, it all felt unreal.

His tongue making its way into your mouth, his free hand landed on your cheek—cupping your face.

Eventually the two of you pulled away.

“I always wanted you.” He whispered.

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A/N: gimme me more Liam requests he needs it💔