The Junes | Liam Gallagher ° OASIS

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO: GALLAGHER X WATSON?

SEVERAL HOURS LATER.

Her eyes flickered open, confused about her whereabouts. The walls were pale, not darkly coloured like her own room at home. She brought her hand up to her head, feeling some sunglasses. A pair of black tinted sunglasses were on her head.

Then it came back to her, especially when Liam's naked body was next to hers in the hotel room bed. The Brit awards, her and Liam in the dressing room, the after-party that was fuzzy, but also Damon Albarn.

At least the sex she and Liam had was good. She couldn't remember how many rounds they did, but she felt the soreness between her legs. Looking to the side, she saw empty bottles of alcohol and little empty bags that previously contained white powder.

What the bloody hell happened last night at that party?

Liam's arm was around her waist as he softly slept. Amara looked at him admiringly, she was so attracted to him right now.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the raspy morning voice spoke, "Mornin', love. Sleep well?" His voice was teasing, his hand trailing down her bare stomach and to her naked legs.

"Like a baby." Amara replied, rubbing her eyes whilst sitting up against the headboard. Liam couldn't help but stare at her bare chest. "God, I can't remember shit from last night."

"I can refresh your memory if you want?" Liam winked with a mischievous grin, like usual, leaning up to her face and kissing her deeply.

"I'd like to be able to walk, thanks." Amara chuckled after pulling away from the kiss. She slid out of his grasp to get out of bed and head to the bathroom, Liam slapped her ass before she got off the bed, making her giggle. Her legs felt wobbly, but she powered through it.

Whilst using the bathroom she didn't hear the new person enter the bedroom. Unknowingly, she left the bathroom naked still, but was met with Noel fucking Gallagher.

"Fuck me! Does no one knock!" Amara gasped, shooting out of her own skin as she went back into the bathroom to get a robe. Noel tried not to make it obvious that he was staring at Amara's tits, but also ass whilst she ran off.

"Seems like someone beat me to it." Noel joked, but Liam was unamused.

"How'd you get in you bloody creep?" Liam scowled. "We're a bit busy mate."

"Front desk lass said she'd let me up if I gave her an autograph." He shrugged simply, "Plus, the whole bloody world knows that you both are gettin' busy now."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Amara quipped, hugging the robe to her body and approaching the boys.

Noel unfold his arms and tossed a paper to Liam, who caught it with ease. Amara sat on the bed next to him and looked over his shoulder. The article showed a picture of Liam and Amara drunk, his hand on her ass whilst dancing closely together. The silly sunglasses were covering her eyes, but it was easy to see how Liam was looking at her. The title: "GALLAGHER X WATSON?"

Amara would've classed it as cute until Liam flipped the page. It showed another photo of Amara, but this time she had her arms around Damon Albarn's neck in order to hug him. His arm was around her waist, his other hand holding a drink.

"Management is gonna be so fucked off." Amara groaned, grimacing at the photos. Samantha's previous words echoed in her mind, 'yours and Liam's relationship shouldn't be shown publicly just yet'.

"Management?" Liam scoffed, "You're the one gettin' close with the enemy."

"Do I look sober in that photo to you?" Amara snapped, the hangover starting to take effect.