take me - liam gallagher x reader

three

1/10/1991

"He's the best fuckin' singer i've ever 'eard! Can't believe he's in our band!" Paul started. We were walking back home after a day out at the park with Tony and Guigs, and he decided to 'entertain' me on the walk back by gushing about how great this boys singing was.

"Really?! I still didn't know after the forty fuckin' times you've told me!"

"C'mon Rkid, give the lad a chance!"

"I am! I just don't want to hear about this random boy every few seconds alright?"

I was getting quite defensive over the fact that he was bringing out random accusations of me disliking a boy I had hardly met. An extremely attractive boy I had hardly met.

"Look, Paul, I'm sorry. I just don't want yer getting carried away and forgetting that this is your band, and not that... Gallagher boy's."

"S'alright, I know you'll eventually come around to 'im. Don't forget, you've got yer first proper shoot tomorrow with us!"

"Ah, shit! I forgot about that! Yer still payin' me for it?"

"Well, as long as them photos aren't complete shite."

"Oi, piss off!" I slapped him lightly, making his giggles become louder. Around this time we had arrived back home, so Paul unlocked the door and I quickly ran up into my room, making sure my camera was all packed up and ready for tomorrow.

"Oi, Y/N! Come 'ere!" I suddenly heard Paul shout. I threw on a jumper because of the freezing temperature of the house and hurried downstairs. I was about to ask what he wanted before I saw a familiar face in front of me. Liam.

"What's he doin' ere?" I questioned, constantly switching my glance from Liam to Paul.

"Me mam's gone away for the weekend and left me 'ere, but I forgot me keys in the house so now i'm locked out! And I had nobody else t'go to!" Idiot.

"S'alright Liam, you can stay with us." Paul replied, trying not to laugh at his stupidity. He then turned to me straight after. "Y/N, let 'im stay in your room."

"What?! Why me?!"

"Coz your room is bigger!"

"Fucking hell. C'mon then." I gave up quickly on winning the argument because I couldn't be bothered to get into a fight. I led Liam upstairs into my room and sat down on my bed. He didn't speak at all, just stood there leaning against the wall, with his hands in his pockets.

"So..." I started, making him look up at me, surprised that I had spoken to him. "How come yer wanted t'be in me brother's band?"

"Coz I fuckin' love music! And I think we can be the best band in the world!"

I smirked at his enthusiasm, no wonder the others liked him so much. He definitely brought a sense of excitement to the band. I then quickly tossed a pile of spare blankets onto the floor so that he would be comfortable, and not sleeping on the cold, hard floor.

"Cheers. But can't I sleep with you instead?" He said to me, looking straight into my eyes, yet it was obviously a joke. I think? I threw him an unimpressed look before sorting out the blankets I had chucked a second ago, so they were perfect enough for him. He then finished sorting them out the way he wanted, and flopped onto the floor.

"Night." He said, surprising me with the loudness of his voice.

"Night, Liam." I replied, before drifting off to sleep. Well, at least I almost did until I heard a quiet humming noise. I sat up to faintly see Liam in the dark, laying down while humming 'I Wanna Be Adored" by the Stone Roses. I was going to complain but instead I sat there and listened, he wasn't too bad, even if it was just humming. But then he started quietly singing the song, instead of just humming the lyrics. And my god, Paul was right. His voice was beautiful. I laid in the darkness listening, which eventually sent me to sleep.