Little by Little | Noel Gallagher

Chapter 7

AN: Spicy content throughout - pretty much every chapter will be from here on in I think lol.

The heatwave that had hit England the weekend of Glastonbury had disappeared, but Amy still stood outside Noel's door, shivering. She could hear the sounds of merriment and good times inside, but she hadn't yet rung the doorbell.

She'd spent a long time getting ready. She'd had an 'everything' shower, carefully selected her outfit and took time with her hair and makeup. Ironically, she'd spent a long time trying to look like she'd spent no time at all. Christ – she really had it bad for Noel.

Amy took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. She had butterflies in her stomach as she heard someone approach the door. It swung open and Noel stood there, holding a beer and smiling, in dark jeans and a polo shirt. She could see a necklace glinting in the light before it slid away from view, into the chest hair she couldn't stop imaging herself running her fingers through. He looked so good.

"Amy, hi," Noel said warmly. "The car found you okay I see." He'd sent a car around to hers to bring her here. It hadn't been necessary, but he'd insisted.

"Yeah – thanks. I mean, hi," she stuttered. They stood there for an awkward second, before Noel leaned forward to give her a one armed hug and a kiss on the cheek. It tingled where his lips touched. He smelled amazing. Amy swore she could hear heart hammering – could he hear it too?

"Get inside, it's bloody cold out for summer," he urged.

She stepped inside to his warm house. "I uh, I brought some chocolates..." she said, offering him the box of Quality Street she'd gotten on the way. She'd made the driver stop – she didn't think it was right to arrive with nothing.

Noel looked at Amy. He could anyone in his team to bring anything to his house whenever he wanted – so could she could probably – but she'd made sure not to arrive empty-handed. It was endearing and sweet.

"Thanks," he said, taking the chocolates and her leather jacket as well. She was wearing a form fitting dress with a lower back. Noel could see every curve and the shape of her elegant back. Her skin looked so soft he had to refrain from reaching out to touch it.

"Come on through," he said. "Everyone is here. You can help yourself to any drinks in the kitchen."

They made their way down the hall into a recreational room at the back of the house. She looked around – most of the people ere also from the High Flying Birds, with a handful of others. It was small, casual and intimate. She swallowed, pleased she'd made the cut.

"Plenty of food," Noel said, waving his hand in the direction which was covered with quiches, sausage rolls and pies. "Hope you're not a vegetarian."

"I am," she said. His smile faltered.

"Wait – seriously?" Fuck. Noel hadn't thought to ask. "Sorry I didn't know."

"I didn't tell you," she said. She wasn't upset. "It's fine, I'm good."

"Nah I will get summat delivered for you, don't worry." He pulled his phone out. "I call my assistant, it's not too late. What should I get? Like what do you eat?" Noel looked confused. Amy laughed.

"Let me talk to her – don't sweat it."

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Thirty minutes later, Amy was sitting on the couch, the takeaway container of the delivered curry practically licked clean. Noel's arm was around the back of the couch behind her and she could feel the warmth of his body.