Little by Little | Noel Gallagher

Chapter 5

AN: super long update this time!! Also CW: alcohol, drug and sex references. 

Unsurprisingly, Paul McCartney has been fantastic. Amy stood against the railing, basking in the afterglow of the show and soaking up the final sounds of the crowd before they started leaving. After four years away from the music scene, and two years with almost no live music, she felt oddly emotional as the day came to an end.

"Are you going to be at the after party at the camp tonight?" she heard Noel's voice in her ear.

She turned to him. She had stood next to him for entire length of Paul's set, almost three hours. He'd been so close she could smell him. He had a woody, smoky, nice smell. It was distracting.

He was looking expectantly at her now. Was that a...hopeful expression on his face?

"Uh, I will do whatever the guys want to do," she said, referencing her cousins. "I think they want to, so yeah."

He smiled at her response. Noel Gallagher smiling? She thought. When he smiled his eyes almost disappeared. It was adorable.

"Hey are you coming?" James yelled out to her. He was already walking away with Sam and Michael.

"I better go," she said to Noel. "I'll see you there, yeah?"

Noel watched Amy run after her cousins. He was determined she would see him there.

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The Rabbit Hole, in The Park, was the go-to place where musicians, celebrities and artists partied till dawn after a long day at Glastonbury. Famous – or infamous – for its after parties, tonight was no different.

Amy sat at one the busy tables, surrounded by people sharing wild stories of gigs, parties, drinking and drugs. Some people even doing drugs. Those days were behind her. Her eyes kept flicking to the door and around the room. She hadn't seen Noel yet.

"Who ya looking for?" said Michael. Amy blushed.

"No one. Just James," she blurted.

Michael raised his eyebrows. He pointed to James – he was at the other end of the table. Fuck.

"You're blushing," Michael said.

"No I'm not. It's just warm," she was flustered but there'd been a heatwave that day – proper heat like back in Australia. She could get away with it.

"Righto then." He didn't believe her.

"Is this seat taken?"

Amy looked up towards the voice. Noel had come over to her. Had he been looking for her like she'd been for him? Her heart started beating faster.

"Hi. I mean – no," Amy said. "Sit down. This is my cousin Michael."

Noel extended his hand towards the man across from him as he sat down.

"Noel."

"Michael. I'm a big fan. Oasis changed my life," he said, shaking Noel's hand.

"Cheers mate," Noel said, feeling the slight twinge of pride. It never got old hearing people praise his work.

"You're not so much a fan of us though are you?"

His pride vanished. Fucking hell. Were they all like this? He opened his mouth to say something but he was cut off.