Long Walk 1994 ~ Liam Gallagher

Morning Glory

Hungover are ya?
Well let's go to pub, a beer will sort ya right out.

Morning broke to the variety of sounds that followed Liam as he made his way to the bathroom.
From moaning and yawning to the slamming of the corner of the wall that he'd just bumped into "fuck!" He shouts causing Angie to jump up awake.

She forces open her eyes and looks round slowly as her head feels like someone's poured concrete through her ears.
"LIAM!?" She shouts just to be sure that's its him before instantly regretting the shouting and pulling the blanket over her head.

"Yeah?" He replies back, sounding just as worse for wear himself.
She nods to herself and closes her eyes.
She hears him rummaging through the bathroom drawers and clicking of things falling into the sink.
"Shit" Liam whispers quickly clearing up what he'd knocked over and going to the toilet.

After what sounded like niagrafalls, as in it when on for bloody ages, and flush of the toilet a bedhead Liam emerged from the bathroom.
He walked into the bedroom assuming that Angie had slept in the bed with him as that is the last he remembers but to no surprise she wasn't there.

"Angie?" He asks standing at the doorway of the bedroom and looking to see where the noise came form.
"I'm in here Liam" she replies the sound slightly muffled from the blanket.
He listens to her and works out they she is in the living room so stumbles in.

"Morning Liam" she says pulling the blanket down and away from her face.
"Morning darling" he says sounding like Bouyce from Only Fools.
She looked round at him and watched as he walked towards her and make himself comfy on the arm of the sofa.
He stunk of beer, cigs and that lovely aftershave, the smell sort of mixed into a actually nice concuction for Angie.

They looked at eachother and smiled "hungover?" They both said at the same time, both on the same wavelength.
They chuckled and both said "yes".

"Fag?" Liam asks wiping his eyes.
"Course" he pulled out a flattened box of cigarettes from his left, front jean pocket and shuffled through till he found one that wasn't as squashed as the other.
He passed her the cigarette "cheers".

"So what happen then, last night like? I remember coming ere and laying in your bed and that's bout it" she smiled as she got up and headed to the kitchen.
He sat confused for a second as she didn't reply straight away so after a few seconds he followed her to the kitchen.
"Why you being silent for?" He asks sitting up on the counter, the same as he did the night before.
"You really can't remember?" She rifles through her cupboards and find her tin of tea bags.
"Well I wouldn't ask if I did. would I?" She put the tin on the counter, shuts the door and picks up the kettle.
"I kissed ya, you kissed me then ya fell asleep on top of me" she filled up the kettle and placed it on the holder and flicked the switch.
She turned around and lent on the other counter.

"Any good then?" He asks feeling quite cocky.
"Alright I suppose?" She jokes just to see his face drop with disapointment.
"Ace" he puts out his cigarette and has a nosy in the fridge to find a beer.
"I'm joking ya muppet" she laughs pouring herself a cup of tea.
She puts in sugar, gets milk from the fridge, pours that in and then stirs its round with a teaspoon
"Whatever".
"Lighten up will ya" she takes a sip of her tea and finishes her fag.
S

he sticks her tounge at out him and holds it out.
"What's that?" He asked just like before.
"Tounge bar, you said the same thing last night when ya had ya tounge in my mouth"
He looks again "right"
She puts her tounge away and has another sip of tea.
"What we doing then?" He asks.
"Whatever, I ain't got work" she boasted.

"Well ain't sticking round ere all day, no offence"
"None tacken"
"What's there to do round ere?"
She thinks for a second "pub. Pleasure Beach?".
He lit up at the word pub.
"I'm wearing your jumper though" she told him.
"Alright, what 'ave I got to wear then?" He asks.

S

he runs through to her bedroom.
He hears her rifling around.

"Ere are then" she shouts and Liam quickly comes in to see what she wanted.
"What?" He asks walking through the doorway.
"Catch" she throws him a mens cord shacet and he drops it.
"I ain't wearing a birds jacket" she walks over to him.
"It's a blokes, look (she shows him the tag) a medium, that'll fit"
He looks confused still holding it in his hand.
"I ain't wearing your boyfriends jacket then"
"Just put it on Liam, I don't have a boyfriend" she demanded rolling her eyes.
"Okay, okay!" He quickly takes off his jumper and put the jacket on.
He looked around for a mirror.
"By the wardrobe" she pointed over and he went over to check himself out
"Not bad, ere are" he comments, posing in the mirror.
He passes her his jumper.

Angie went over to her drawer put on the adidas trainers infront of it and then took out a tshirt from the third draw.
She turned round and took the one she had on off and put the fresh one on while Liam watched.
"Pervert" she commented making him laugh.

"Oh hold on" she quickly picks up the makeup laid on the drawer and proceeds to do her makeup.
"Okay let's go" she puts her makeup back and puts on his jumper.

"Ere leave ya bag ere ill pay" he says.

"Liam no" she begs.

"Nah I got it. Please?"

She picks up a pack of fags from the table and a twenty pound note by the door and puts them in Liams jean pocket.
"Hold them for me"

Liam looks in the pocket of the jacket and finds some shades.

"Nice" he comments as he puts them on.

They both leave the flat, shutting the door behind them.