beetlebum - oasis/blur

MORGAN THE STRAIGHTENER KILLER

DAMON'S POV

Fuck me I was over the moon.

It's Jess' big night tonight, she was closing the Victoria Secret show and from what I've learned, that's a big thing in the modelling world apparently. Brona was opening and I was secretly proud of her, just hoped she wouldn't get off the runway and bash my head in.

I heard oasis were attending too, apparently Noel had some fucking model girlfriend he was banging and Liam just wanted a laugh along with the rest of the band. I hadn't told the girls though, I didn't want to ruin the night for them, they looked so excited about it and after Neve screaming at Noel last week, I was sure she'd fucking lunge at him or something.

I would be civil for the night if I saw them, I just wanted Jess to enjoy herself tonight, she deserved it. Especially after that interview with Janelle Woodwind of all people. Fucking bitch. She should've asked more about the girls' careers not about me, It did make me feel quite guilty.

The show started soon enough, lights flashing about the place. Brona was the first to walk out, clad in her white lingerie. She looked lovely, but I didn't take much notice as I was anxiously waiting for Jess to come out, even though she was last. I clapped for Brona discreetly, not wanting her to know it was me. Alex cheered from beside me, Graham and Dave too.

The girl Noel was seeing strutted down the runway and I didn't do anything. The girl had done nothing to me, but I recognised her and she was a dick to Kat and Neve apparently, stomped all over Kat's foot in Paris on a trip last year and purposely broke Neve's straighteners.

Kat walked down not long after and I clapped for her too, she was followed by Neve and Alex cheered for her. Best mates they were, two peas in a fucking pod.

A good forty minutes later it was closing time and she walked down.

I fucking cheered the loudest I could, earning strange looks, even from the boys as well. I didn't give a fuck though because my beautiful girl looked so happy. We locked eyes for a minute and before I knew it she was gone again. I kept replaying it in my head, over and over again, how fucking gorgeous she looked. What a girl, my girl.

We were pulled backstage shortly after, going to head to the after party in some fancy upcoming club that Victoria Secret had booked out for models and others attending the show.

"You were fucking brilliant, love," I hugged Jess, giving her a long kiss on the lips, ignoring Brona's groans from behind us. "Amazing! A-fucking-mazing!"

"Alright Dames, don't cream your knickers," she chuckled, wrapping her arms around me. She was just so perfect, so bloody perfect.

"I love you so much," and it was the honest truth. I just loved her so much. Fuck, I'm so whipped.

"Right shift your hole," Kat grabbed me, shoving me through the door. "It's time to get drunk!"

"Reckon I already am," Neve sang airily. She'd probably done a line before the show or something, wouldn't be surprised.

We got in a taxi to the club, I hadn't listened to what the name of it was, just that it was really posh. I'd fit right in! Fucking sarcasm innit.

"Right so, not to alarm yous or anything," Gra started, eyeing Neve and Brona warily. "Oasis were at the show and I have great reason to believe that they'll also be at the club."

"Fucking tramps, I'll have them bate so I will," Brona seethed. Now her mood was ruined. Great.

Neve laughed at her, "aye, I'm sure you will, after sharing a wee fag with Liam." Now this was fucking news to me.

"You fucking what?" I asked. I felt Jess clasp my hand in hers, calming me down.

"Oh yeah, Neve told me all about it," Kat teased. "Said Liam asked you for a light and you stayed with him and all."

"Oh you fucking shit-mixer," Brona spat, "he asked for a light, I gave him one, stood there with him for a bit and then he fucked off upstairs!"

"Alright, calm it down. You and your fuckin' anger issues," Neve patted Brona's shoulder, earning the iciest glare I've ever seen.

"Oh shut you up," Jess started, "what? Are you gonna scream at Noel again because he and I quote, 'rolled his fuckin' rat eyes at me', you need to sort yourself out."

I tuned the rest of their conversation out, the scowl on my face fading due to Jess' touch. We entered the club, coming face-to-face with Noel and his new bird Morgan. Neve looked fucking fuming at the sight of both of them. I mean, she hated Noel and she hated Morgan, so it was even worse that they were together.

We walked past them, Jess accidentally brushing shoulders with Morgan, who huffed at the contact.

"Fucking watch where you're going," Morgan muttered, side-eyeing Jess.

"Don't you fuckin' talk to her like that you straightener breaking bitch," Neve squared up to her. I swear down it looked like they were about to scrap. Reminded me of her and Kat in sixth form after Kat kicked her up the arse for the fiftieth time.

"Then she should fucking watch herself, shouldn't she?" Morgan backed away from Noel, his arm falling from her. Brona had fucked off to God knows where as Kat pulled on Neve's arm, trying to keep her back.

"She's right here you cunt," that's my Jess. "Didn't see where I was going because I forgot you even existed, you slag."

Morgan tried to go for Jess, but I pulled her into me and Noel grabbed Morgan. Seemed as though he wasn't fishing for a fight.

"Calm down Morgan," he looked really fed up so he did. "Let's go over here." Thank fuck, no fights tonight.

"Oh no you bastard," Fucks sake Neve. "You don't get to walk away, fucking arsehole you are. How about tell your girlfriend not to be a prick instead of walking away."

"Fuck you up," he hissed, "I'm trying to avoid a fight but of fucking course you wanna start one. It's always you, isn't it? Fucking bitch."

Jess grabbed Neve and shoved her in the other direction, making her scoff down a bottle of water. Coke makes you do wild things friends, wild fucking things.

What a good friend Jess was, so beautiful hmmm.

NOTE

hope u liked this but I have eye strain and am most definitely sleep deprived so yeah xx
-ur bestie