The room is huge, big patio doors that lead to a small but pretty balcony, big enough for a little table and two chairs. The room smells faintly of lemon and furniture polish but also of Noel, his deoderant, his aftershave and his own exclusive smell. The bed is to the left with cream egyptian cotton, a pretty red runner across the bottom with gold stitching to match the red velvet curtains with embroidered red and gold cushions in front of the pillows. A large flat screen TV dominates the right side of the room with a suede light brown couch in front of a small glass top coffee table, remotes and pamphlets neatly set on top of it. In the far corner next to the wardrobe is a desk with a Nespresso Machine with a basket full of teabags, mini cartons of milk and sachets of sugar with a neat stack of cups and saucers, another basket with various packets of crisps and biscuits and a small vase of pretty flowers. There's a small but wide fridge under the desk which Sally guesses is the mini bar. A sliding wardrobe door has been left opened and Sally can see Noel's shirts, jackets and jeans hanging neatly inside. Sally stands shivering in the middle of the room, taking it all in as she spies a door she guesses leads to the en suite bathroom. Noel smirks, amused by the impressed look on Sally's face and he heads over to the Nespresso machine, putting teabags in two cups and pressing the button for hot water. He would offer her something stronger to drink but they both needed something hot to warm their bones.
"What d'you take in your tea love?" Noel asks and Sally snaps out of her awestruck staring.
"Just milk please, really strong like the colour of toffee," Sally smiles at him gratefully as she shrugs out of her wet jacket hanging it on a peg by the door. Although its plenty warm in the room, Sally shudders from the cold making her bones ache. Noel catches her shivering as her hands shake trying to pull off her boots, perched on the edge of the couch. He smiles at how cute she looks, her expression saying that she was unsure of herself.
"Stick the game on would ya?" Noel says to give her something to do while he adds milk to the now brewed teas. He gives it a quick stir and the spoon clatters off the desk as he turns around, watching the cups so he doesn't spill them and puts them on the table in front of her.
"That's yours and that's mine," Noel says pointing at the cup in front of her and she snatches it up, blowing on it gently as she wraps her numb fingers around the cup.
"Noel Gallagher you are bloody lovely," She breathes before taking a sip and Noel laughs, peeling off his jacket and hanging it up, kicking off his shoes. He lands with a thump sitting down on the couch and he picks up his tea, blowing on it and noticing the TV still isn't on.
"Guess I'll be put the game on eh," Noel says with a smirk picking up the remote and she rolls her eyes at him, smiling,
"Oh shurrup, I couldn't feel my hands I could barely unzip my jacket until Sir Weirdo made me tea," She says and Noel raises an eyebrow at her, grinning.
"Sir Weirdo?" He asks and she sticks her tongue out at him.
"Oh cause 'at's mature innit," Noel grins and she just grins back, sipping her tea. He sticks the football on and Sally tucks her feet into the arm of the couch, leaning back and watching the commentators.
"You're 'avin a laugh, you don't actually like football do ye?" Noel asks and Sally mock glares at him, laughing lightly.
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