The Girl In The Dirty Shirt

Chapter 90

The next morning I got a ticket on the first flight out to London; I hadn’t slept at all the night before, I was trying to decide whether to kill Liam when I saw him or hold on to him and never let go.
I knew I never should have left him yesterday, he was so wound up over everything; he was bound to crack eventually

I got to the house around nine and Guigsy was up, which surprised me, what surprised me more was that he was cleaning up the mess from the night before.
My jaw almost hit the floor when I saw the remains of what had happened. Everything was turned over, the TV was broken, one of the tables was broken, and Guigsy’s bedroom door was off its hinges. There were broken bottles all over the place, broken glasses; it was a lot, but not nearly as much as I had expected.

“Where’s Liam?” I asked stuffing my keys in my jeans

“Brian took ‘im over to Wigan to chill out”

“I’m going to go over to Noel’s and make sure he’s alright, he was a mess last night when I talked to him; can you clean up here?”

Guigs nodded “Go, I think today’s a bit of a write off as far as recordin’, don’t you?”

I left and got to Noel’s ten minutes later, I wasn’t even sure if he would be up, but it was worth a try.

I knocked on the door and surprisingly he answered; and he looked awful.

“Oh my god, Noel; are you okay?”

“What are y’doin’ ‘ere?”

“I came to check on you, where’s Alan?”

“He left las’ night”

He stepped back as I let myself in

“The hell are y’worried about me for anyway, don’t y’have your own ‘usband t’look after?”

“Talk to me, right now” I demanded ignoring his question; I wasn’t exactly worried about Liam’s state of being at this moment; if Brian was with him then he was being taken care of.

“I’ve known that cunt ‘is whole fuckin’ life and I ain’t never seen him like that”

I sat on the edge of the couch and Noel paced back and forth across the living room; this whole thing had really had a bad effect on him; it was like I wasn’t even there.

“He was so…fuckin’ mad...he…”

He stopped, walking back and forth a couple more times before he continued “He…I…I beat the hell out of ‘im” he whispered

It was like someone had kicked him in the teeth over this whole thing; in the whole year I’d known him I’ve never seen Noel look so distraught.
I got up from the couch and grabbed him by the arms; I had to stop him from pacing before he wore a hole through the floor.

“Noel look at me”

His eyes met mine, but I could tell he was still distracted

“Liam is alright, I talked to Guigsy, just before I came over here; he’s got a broken foot and a couple of bruises, you didn’t kill him; you know you didn’t”

“I’ve kicked the shit out of my own flesh and blood, Ly; how do y’come back from somethin’ like that?”

“The same way you come back from any other fight you guys have had, it blows over Noel; this time it might just take a little longer.”

“I’m worried about ‘im”

“I know you are,” I nodded “I’ll talk to him and find out what’s going on, I promise”