Little by Little | Noel Gallagher

Chapter 6

AN: sexual content throughout

Amy groaned. She'd just woken up, thanks to noises of people leaving the campsite, and she definitely hadn't had enough sleep. She rolled over and looked at her phone. 2pm. A ton of text messages from friends and family congratulating her on the band's gig, stuff from their manager about what was coming up, but nothing from the person she was hoping.

"Oi," Michael stuck his head through the flap to her yurt. "We're heading out. Get your stuff."

"Hello to you too," she grumbled. She was famously not a morning person.

Their roadies had packed up their gear last night, so all that remained was her own personal stuff. She hadn't brought much so it didn't take her long to pull her clothes, makeup and toiletries together. She checked her phone again – nothing.

Amy thought back to last night – or earlier that morning – and remembered the feel of Noel's lips on hers and his hands on her waist. How his firm, wiry body felt pressed against hers. She'd asked him to message, hoping he was looking for more than just a one night thing, hoping his talk about "a connection" had meant something. She bitterly threw her phone in her bag.

As if Noel Gallagher would message her. He probably found a replacement for her right after she'd left. She knew what men in this industry were like – giant egos, with girls constantly throwing themselves at them, desperate to say they'd hooked up with a rock star. He could have any pick of the bunch. He wouldn't waste time chasing time her.

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Later that evening, the Rising Sun were lounging about in a hotel suite back in London, debriefing about how the gig had gone, and what they were going to keep or change for their upcoming UK tour.

"The tour is to promote album – the bulk of the set needs to be new stuff," Michael said. "And it needs to happen upfront. Then finish with some golden oldies."

"Our set at Glasto was perfect," argued James. "Keep it as is, and in a few more new songs."

Amy sat on the couch, eating pizza and listening to them go back and forth. She was inclined to agree with James. Together, she and James wrote most of the songs. They knew them inside out and knew how to create a great set list their fans would enjoy/

Her phone was on the table and she saw in light up with a new message. She went to grab it and saw it was a WhatsApp message from an unknown number.

Hi. Then a second message came through. It's Noel.

Her heart leapt into her mouth. He'd messaged her. Amy didn't think she'd ever hear from him again. Was it lame to message back too quickly?

Hi. I didn't think I hear from you. She hit send. She hoped it didn't come across like she had been waiting for it.

Why not? You told me to message you I was still interested.

Amy's heart was beating like a hummingbird's. Did that mean what she thought it did?

"Hello? Earth to Amy?" James' voice caught her attention. "Did you hear what I said?"

"Sorry no – I was texting. What did you say?"

His brow furrowed. "Who are you texting? Why are you smiling like that?"

"Oh my god James, I got a funny text. What was your question?"

Sam was looking at her intently. "Is it Noel?"

Her stomach dropped. She played dumb. "Who?"

"Don't be dumb. You looked pretty cosy with him last night."