beetlebum - oasis/blur

PICTURES FROM HELL

NEVE'S POV

I was resting after a long week of being home alone and fucking having to clean the apartment myself. I deserved to just lay in bed and not speak a word to anyone, because Alex and Graham had been in and out of my flat the last couple of days, fucking doing my head in. Don't get me wrong, I adore those boys, but I just needed a day without anyone.

So I was having that day, just laying on the sofa eating a Chinese, flicking through the channels and suddenly the phone fucking rang.

Now, I was livid. I had informed everyone-even work-to not phone me over the weekend, but of course some cunt thought they could.

I dragged myself to the phone, nearly fucking flinging myself on the floor. I just didn't want to talk. "Who the fuck is this?"

I heard a chuckle from the other side, and I was about to reach through the phone and strangle the person on the other side. "Sorry to fuckin' bother ya then," it couldn't be, could it? No, sure he didn't have my number.

"Again, who is this?" I questioned.

"It's Noel," so I was correct. Fucking brilliant.

I groaned, he needed to know I wasn't excited to be hearing from him the bastard. "Number fuckin' one, how did you get my number? Number two, what the fuck do you want?"

Noel sighed, "never mind 'ow I got it." He paused slightly, as if thinking something over. "Look, I've left somethin' for ya in your post that I think ya should know about." He continued, "I don't know if ya know, but it's about to be leaked by the paps, so just be prepared."

"The fuck you going on about?"

"Just go and check," he told me. "Anyways, don't be tellin' anyone I warned ya. It's for r'kids sake."

Then he just hung up, leaving me all alone and confused.

Still in my stained fucking pyjamas, I jogged down the stairs to get my post. All we fucking got in the mail was letters from companies and such, not shite that we cared about. I saw an envelope with my name on it, seemingly the one Noel had been going on about.

I ripped it open hastily, I needed to know what the fuck was going on. I teared it, and what I saw made me fucking sick.

It was Brona and Liam? What the literal fuck.

It seemed as though they'd ventured down some alley behind Liam's flat that they thought no one was in, but the paps had snapped them. There was also pictures of Brona leaving his apartment.

Was she fucking Liam behind all our backs?

After everything Damon and the lads have done for her, and she just goes and shags that dickhead. Like honestly and truly, I saw nothing wrong with being friendly with Liam, I had no issues with him, but that didn't mean she should've fucked him.

For once I felt thankful for Noel, because now at least I could warn the others about the story that was due to break. I felt fucking terrible dragging myself up to Jess and Brona's apartment, especially because it was a happy day for Jess and Damon, they were packing up Jess' stuff so she could move and Brona was out for a shoot.

A small note fell out of the envelope as well, one that I hadn't seen before. It read:

think these are self explanatory, got em of the paps myself.

you're very fucking welcome.

P.S. I've just looked into Liam's flat like the nosey bastard I am, and she's there.

-Noel x

'x' uh? Is he alright in the head? Just sign your name you daft prick, no need for the niceties.

I hammered on the door, feeling anxious as I did so. I really wanted no fights, but I knew what would happen when I broke the news to Damon.

"Hi!" Jess exclaimed. Oh God. She looked so happy, and I was about to ruin it. "Come to help us pack?"

"She's a lazy fucker," Damon laughed. "She wouldn't help if you paid her my entire fucking bank account."

"I would," I smiled, "I'd do anything for your money." I shook my head, remembering what I was there for. "I really don't want to ruin your moods, but I've got to tell you something."

"Not something about Kat and John?" Jess asked. We knew there was something up with those two, the relationship seemed very unhealthy and none of us knew what to do.

"No," I assured her. "I've just received a call from...someone," I didn't know if I should tell them who, "one of my journalist mates," yes, what a great lie. "They sent me a few pictures, and a story's going to break." I warily handed the envelope over to Damon-who looked very fucking confused.

They both took one look at the pictures and their moods went from joyful to sour. Damon's grin was wiped, and Jess' cheerful attitude had been replaced.

"A journalist sent you this?" Damon quizzed in a harsh tone. He was fucking ticked off.

"Yeah," I didn't hesitate. "Look, he asked not to be named, but all you have to know is that he's a very good source," I frowned, "this very good source also says that she's over at Liam's right now."

"She told us she had a shoot," Jess spoke, the most betrayed expression etched upon her face. Fucks sake, now I felt really bad for ruining their moods.

Damon sucked on his cheek, wrapping an arm round Jess as he stared at the pictures intently. "Why him? Why fucking Liam of all people?" He was growing more and more frustrated. "She's one of my best mates and she's went and fucking thrown herself at the wanker."

And just then the door had opened, and the one girl we all didn't want to see walked into the room.

"Well, I suppose you can ask her yourself," I spoke.

Brona Monroe was royally fucked.

NOTES
wee Noel giving us a heads up what a guy xx
anyways hope u enjoyed
-ur bestie xx