beetlebum - oasis/blur

GETTING BACK AT #JAMON

BRONA'S POV

"We just thought it was time..."

I was going to fucking batter the two people sitting opposite me.

After their cringe date under the stars, Jess and Damon had come back to ours and made a lot of noises...yes, very disturbing indeed. Of course I fucking complained and complained because what else am I meant to do? The whole fucking flat felt like it was shaking and about to fall apart.

It made my skin crawl.

Then they'd pranced into the kitchen this morning with two of the largest smiles I'd ever seen, I'd almost thought he'd fucking proposed or something. Jess even cooked fucking breakfast this morning, which I always did. She was too cheerful for a Sunday.

Then I find out that during one of their many activities during the night, Damon had asked her to move in with him.

She'd said yes.

This meant that I was now left on my own like a big loner.

Billy no fucking mates.

They hadn't even been going out that long! And who in their right mind would choose to wake up to Damon's annoying fucking twatty fucking cunty face every morning?

And the way they'd sat in-front of me with such optimism that I'd be happy for them. Like no, I'm not bitter, I just think it would hurt anyone to know that their best mate was fucking off to live somewhere else. They didn't even ease me into it either, no 'we're thinking of moving in' just 'we're moving in with each other.'

"Nah, cause fuck yous both man," I scoffed, throwing my fork down. Not in the mood for Albastard today. And yes it was quite dramatic, but I did storm out of the flat and way down to the bottom floor.

And I wanted to do something out of order.

That's when I started putting Liam fucking Gallagher's digits into the nearly broken phone on the bottom floor. I didn't have a clue what I was doing.

"fuck, 'ello," someone grumbled on the other end. Seems as though I'd woke him, didn't really feel bad though. "who's this then?" He paused for a minute, "swear ta fuck, if you're that journalist that keeps ringin' me..."

"Fortunately for you I'm not," I chuckled down the phone. "It's Brona. Remember? Cunt you bailed out of jail and that?"

"aw 'ow could I forget you," he teased, his voice sounded fucking sexy not gonna put it lightly. "Glad to see you've put me number to good use, then. Was waiting on you phonin' me, so I was."

"Were you now?"

"Mmm," he hummed. "What is it you want? More fuckin' money or what?" What a charmer.

"I know this might be dead weird right," I sighed, "you doin' anything today?"

"You're very very lucky," I could almost hear his fucking smirk. "Here, I'll give ya my address, come on over." Then he said a few words, I scribbled them down and the phone call ended.

I skipped out to a taxi, my previous aggravation at the whole Jess/Damon situation still simmering in my stomach.

The taxi man left me to a fairly nice street with an expensive looking apartment complex, but like not as expressive as Damon or Graham's or anything. I pulled myself up the stairs and knocked on the door I'd been told was his.

"Well, come in then," he spoke unenthusiastically. Seemed his mood had went down dramatically since when we spoke on the phone.

I laughed at him, "ey, what's the matter with you?"

"Fuckin' twatty journalist got my number again, the bastard." Liam pursed his lips, "where the fuck 'is he gettin' it from?" And I knew exactly where. Kat and Neve somehow had found Liam's number and gave it to every journie they knew, because they're both arseholes and not to mention off their tits half the time.

"Yeah, strange how that happens innit," I looked around the room, or tried to, but my gaze kept wondering back to him.

His usual arrogant demeanour seemed even more present today, with an ego no one would be able to fucking deflate.

"What brings you 'ere, love?" Love. Love. Love. Fucking going to faint.

A frown made its way onto my face, "fuckin' Jess and Damon are moving in together. Dickheads." He gestured for me to go on, "and like I could've went to Neve and Kat but they'd probably just tell me to stop being jealous or summat, and the boys would've done the same. I know you fuckin' hate them, so."

"You're right about that," Liam said, his eyes never leaving mine. "And that's why you've come 'ere? Yeah, I reckon you fancy me and you're a bit mad and just need an excuse to jump my bones."

What the fuck man.

Then I started to get all flustered. "Shut the fuck up you! Jump your bones? Aye, my fuckin' arse."

"Yeah," he breathed, right on my fucking face like I could feel it.

He was really close to me, like closer than a fucking magnet would be to a piece of metal, I could feel him inching forward and I knew this was precisely what I came here to do, but now I was scared.

"I won't tell if you don't," he whispered.

Then his lips were on mine in a fucking millisecond. Crashing onto me like waves against cliffs and cars against walls (weird fucking description I know). I didn't even hesitate to kiss him back because it just felt so bloody good. Better than any kiss I've ever had in my life.

Holy fucking shite...I'm about to fuck Liam Gallagher.

I could feel his hands in my hair, and I was a sweaty mess but so was he. He was a fucking masterpiece. Godlike. Well, his lips were godlike anyway.

I did fuck him, partly to get back at Jess and Damon, but also partly for myself.

I didn't even feel guilty about it either.

NOTE
this idea is shitter than I thought, sorry for hyping it up in the gc yall
-ur bestie xx