The Junes | Liam Gallagher ° OASIS

CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN: LA

A YEAR LATER

It was a warm morning in LA, California, the year being 1999. Amara was surprised at how warm it was, considering it was only the end of October. There was a slight breeze in the air, it gave Amara a feeling of home since she hadn't been away from the UK in so long without her band mates.

She was resting her arms over the balcony of the suite, the very top floor, overlooking parts of LA. She missed Lara and Molly, especially her goddaughter Amelia. Amara was glad to have a small break, as it helped her explore a bit more. One of the things she was exploring was her new love life with Brad Pitt.

Yep, Brad Pitt. Despite the nine year age difference, which didn't bother them, they were giving things a go.

Amara had met him after The Junes had performed one of their new songs off WIKKED before their break at a talk show. Brad was there to promote his new film.

Fight Club.

It wouldn't be released until mid November, since editing still had to be done and some small reshoots. Brad was definitely excited about it, but also to bring Amara along with him.

She was thankful she didn't end up on his 'shit list' when they first met.

Amara was definitely surprised when Brad admitted he was a fan of her music and accomplishments. He continued to ask for her number, and a few dates later they started seeing each other.

Her and Liam were 'friends', despite their continuous phone calls. She felt guilty every time Brad looked towards the phone when Amara knew it was Liam calling. They tried very hard to avoid the tension, considering he had his second child two months ago, that he didn't abandon. A little boy, named Lennon.

Amara found it quite adorable, since Liam was known to be quite obsessed with John Lennon. Who knew he would name his son after the singer?

Moving on, Amara knew that her relationship with Brad was quite different with Liam. She hasn't been with a proper man other than Liam before, minus the hookups on her last American tour and Adam the arsehole. She didn't want to let him down, knowing he was a dedicated and popular man in the American light, but also because he dedicated his time to her.

God, she was literally in LA, California to support him on his film. She was in LA. To watch him shoot a movie, an awesome one in fact with other amazing actors. Amara never thought she would be hanging about with famous actors.

She was literally friends with the cast of Fight Club. How mental was that?? Amara had to stop herself from fangirling.

Anyway.

She was sipping on a cocktail for a while now, catching the nearly sun at 11am. It was to distract herself from anything work related after she had gotten off a long phone call with Molly, who was drunk again, drowning on about how she missed her and performing. It was also to keep her mind away from Liam, who hadn't rang her yet considering it would be around 7pm in London.

Ignoring the thoughts of her past boyfriend, the double doors to the large balcony opened carefully. Amara heard the soft footsteps, belonging to Brad who must've just woken up from his sleep.

He did this a lot. Amara would wake up first and soak up the sun with a drink in the morning, whilst Brad would be as quiet as he could behind her to scare her.

Like always, Amara heard him, but acted lke she didn't. She found it cute. She felt his hands squeeze her waist, tickling her before resting his head in the crook of her neck as she giggled.

"You need to stop doin' that." Amara chuckled, setting her glass on the table near them, "I'll end up spillin' this on someone below us."

"How about.. no." Brad teased, turning her around to kiss her lips gently. "Drinking at this time? Wait until later when you're with Helena."