The Junes | Liam Gallagher ° OASIS

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO: AFTERPARTY TO REMEMBER

Amara used dressing rooms when she needed to get her shit together, the experience being really good or quite shit. She had kept Liam's number, and was pacing near the phone about whether to call him or not. The show had just ended, it was a good one too. The stadium was packed to the brim. She snorted a line on the table, tilting her head back and blinking rapidly before pressing the numbers into the phone.

She couldn't believe how one encounter had turned everything upside down concerning her romantic feelings. She told herself she wouldn't get involved in any relationships again for a while, but clearly the sight of Liam flipped a switch in her. She didn't realise how much she missed him until they laid eyes on each other again.

However there were a few things holding her back. The main reason was Patsy. As much as she wanted to be with Liam, she couldn't allow him to betray another woman like that. Especially when they were married. And he has a child on the way. Amara doesn't want to be the reason he doesn't have any contact with his future child because he was wrapped up with his ex too much.

Even though Patsy tried to get Amara kicked out of a shop the other day, out of good reason really (Amara would've been shocked too if she was in Patsy's place), she felt a bit sympathetic towards the woman. Who knows, maybe she was actually quite nice?

Perhaps Amara was just clingy.

Her hand wrapped around the cord nervous until the other end picked up, "Hi, is Liam there?" Amara unsurely asked, she didn't know who picked up. Could be anyone.

"Yes, he is. Who is this?" A woman answered, no doubt it was Patsy Kensit. Amara immediately recognised the voice.

She put on a fake voice, "This is Maggie Mouzakitis. Oasis' production and tour manager, I need to confirm a meeting. Could you put him on please?"

"Oh, Maggie, of course!" Patsy chuckled down the line, "One moment, darling." She muted the line for a moment, probably to shout Liam to the phone. A few seconds, which felt like an eternity, and the line unmuted.

"Maggie, what's up? Bit late innit?" Liam then spoke.

"Liam, it's me." Amara sharply said, sitting on the table and leaning her back against the wall.

She heard him chuckle quietly, "Songbird. Nice lie, you're more clever than I thought."

"Funny." She added, stretching her legs over the edge of the table and swinging them like a child. "What are ya' doin' tonight? The show's just finished and there's an after party."

He was silent, pondering for a second. "Where at?"

"It's in the back of the stadium. You'll be let in obviously."

"I dunno." Liam replied with a hint of hesitation. "Cameras innit? I'm already in shit with the missus 'bout you, sorry songbird. I can meet you somewhere quieter tomorrow though, your place? Or maybe a hotel, that'd be better. I'm assumin' you 'aven't dared tell your girl-"

Amara cut him off with a scoff. How stupid could she be to actually think Liam would come and see her? All of a sudden, he cared about feelings and being caught. He used to be reckless. He had no issues earlier expressing how much he missed her and didn't care about his wife's feelings.

"Nevermind Liam. Forget it." Amara sharply stated, about to hang up the call.

"Wait- Mara, what have I done now?"

"Oh nothin'! One minute 'I'm the real deal', next I'm basically nothin'!" She exclaimed, repeating his words from earlier. They were clearly on different pages.

"And I said to be fuckin' discreet. I'm in enough shit as it is babe!" He snapped back, sounding tired already. "What d'ya' want from me, Mara. Just tell me.."