go let it out - liam gallagher

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Sunday, 18th September, 1989

As I woke up, my eyes opened slowly and I almost screamed in terror when i was met with a sleeping Liam right in front of me, his hands still wrapped around me. I was extremely embarrassed about the situation, but I couldn't really do anything as I would wake him, so I just laid there, waiting for him.

A few moments later, his eyes fluttered open, looking at me and smiling.
"Alright?" he said in a croaky voice
I nodded slowly, still embarrassed about the current situation, but he didn't seem bothered.
"Y'sure love? Look a bit shook is all."
"Yes yes, i'm fine, twat!"
"Was just asking you dick!"
Back to normal, angry Liam!

He removed his hands from my waist and sat up, rubbing his eyes. I laid there still, not wanting to get up due to how early it was. He sat there in silence, and so did I. He got out of the bed fully, and went to go get dressed, suddenly starting to take his shirt off.

"Liam! I'm right here you fuck!" I shouted, covering my eyes.
"Relax! You were the one who started fuckin' huggin' me last night!"
I removed my hands from my eyes in defeat. He was right after all.

He then continued to take his shirt off, and I couldn't help but stare.
"Oi, me eyes are up 'ere, love."
I rolled my eyes and he smirked, as if he was celebrating his victory from that comment.

I finally decided to get up out of the bed, picking up my clothes and heading to the bathroom.
"Don't yer wanna get changed in 'ere? It's much better."
"Fuck off you perv." I smirked as he chuckled.

After I slipped into my clothes from the day before, I went back into Liam's room to find him sitting on his bed deep in thought. I stared at him carefully, noting every detail of him; the pretty hair that almost reached down to his beautiful blue eyes, his big pink lips - he was undoubtedly perfect.

"Oi, y/n," he started. "D'yer wanna go to sifters? I need to get a new record."
"Sound." I replied, and just like that we were off.

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We walked down the street, me trying to follow Liam as best as I could as I didn't know where to go, but the boy was walking so speedily I could hardly keep up. He offered his hand out for me to take but I refused, wanting to be the independent person I was.

"I can walk myself. I don't need yer help."
"Jesus Christ! I was jus' offering!" he said, raising his voice higher.

I giggled and continued walking as we finally got down to sifters. He led me inside and rushed straight to where he needed to go.

"Oi, y/n, y/n! come over here!" he awaited me like an excitable puppy. I strolled over to where he was, and he pointed at a holy sight; the beatles complete record collection.

"Holy fuckin' shit..." I muttered.
"I know right! Once I 'ave enough money for it, I'm buyin' it right away!" I smiled at his enthusiasm and he suddenly turned to me.
"Wanna go chippy? I'm fuckin' starvin'!"
"Go on then." I replied, feeling hungry too.

We walked out of Sifters and went next door to the fish and chips shop, Liam leading me in once again as if he was my personal assistant.

"The usual, Liam?" the staff asked.
"Yep, thanks."
"And the same for yer bird?" Liam smirked at his comment but I just stayed quiet in the corner.
"Yeh. Same for 'er too, thanks mate." He handed a £10 note over as I tried to intervene.
"Liam, I-"
"Hush. i can get it for yer."
He took his change and he took our food before going to sit down outside. I sat opposite him on a wooden bench and he passed me my food.
"Here yer go, birdie." He imitated the man from the chippy but I just gave him a straight face and opened my container of food.

"THAT'S yer 'usual'!? a whole portion of just chips?" I laughed.
"What's yer problem with it? More fer me then!" He reached over to my food and stole a chip from me.
"Oi! Eat your own, prick!" I yelled as I repeated the act he committed, stealing one of his chips. He let out a fake, over-the-top gasp which made me giggle. We continued to eat up our food as he suddenly changed the topic from whatever we were discussing.

"Are yer free on Friday night by any chance?"
"Why's that? Hoping for another sleepover with your best friend?"
"No, twat. It's me birthday on Wednesday, and me and my mates are goin' down to the pub to celebrate on Friday. Noel's gonna try an' get us some beers 'n that, d'yer wanna come along?"
"Go on then, I suppose for the very special birthday boy!" I said sarcastically, which made him roll his eyes and chuckle.
"I'll meet yer there at about 7 then?"
"Sound."
We finished our food and started to walk back, as I took his hand in mine, giving him visible shock on his face.

"I thought yer didn't need me 'elp?" He smirked, leaving me slapping his arm playfully.
"Only sometimes.." I smiled, interlocking our fingers together.