The Junes | Liam Gallagher ° OASIS

CHAPTER FOURTY TWO: THE END.

Liam was right on-time, but he hadn't noticed her yet. Amara was still with the group, so it wasn't like she could leave. It would make things too suspicious. Besides, Jude and Noel were being nosey about Brad and Jared's film, so she couldn't exactly disappear yet with so many eyes around.

Brad chuckled as he responded to Jude's question whilst Gwyneth had a fake look of curiousness on her face. She was occasionally giving looks to Noel and Kate, who had come a few minutes prior to the conversation. "-but it's a great project. You should definitely see it when it comes out."

"What about you, Miss Watson. How's life with a Hollywood actor?" Jude asked, swirling his glass in his hand before sipping it.

Amara felt her face flush, "I wouldn't know where to start." She smiled nervously about why the attention was on her so suddenly. "It's been amazin', never seen such things in such a short amount of time."

"Yeah, I bet you've experienced many things. With many people." Noel's hinting words slipped out of his mouth with ease.

Kate nudged him, whispering, "Not now."

"What d'you mean 'not now'? Everyone's bloody thinkin' it!" Noel snapped back, holding his hands up in fake defense. "A famous singer in America like that, how could she not give in to such attention?"

Amara was confused at where all this was coming from, why was he spitting such lies out? Not long ago she was having a decent conversation with him.

Brad felt himself get defensive at first, putting his hand on Amara's thigh, "Calm down, Gallagher. Go find your wife to climb in your pants."

"Why should I? I'm sure Amara would love to do it herself again. But hey, we all get drunk."

"Noel, shut up, you're wasted." Amara spat quietly, digging her nails into her hand under the table.

Everyone else was silent. Brad was listening intensely.

"It didn't stop you yesterday though did it? You loved it so much the first time, you wanted it again many years later." The Gallagher replied, tilting his head. Why was he lying? Why was he doing this in the first place? Did their conversation even happen earlier?

"What the fuck are you on about?" The woman replied confusedly, feeling Brad's grip on her loosen.

"Fuck. Me. Again." He lowered his voice, "Wanna do it in the bathroom again like yesterday, when you slipped away from the party with me?"

"I didn't do shit with you-" She frantically replied, whirling her head to Brad, who's expression was unreadable, apart from his brows that were knitted together. "I didn't screw him, Brad. Don't listen to him."

"Why not, Mara? You loved our phone calls as well when you fucked off to America." He almost pouted, his eyes were dilated, but he acted like he meant every word.

"You fuckin' scumbag!" She then stood up since Noel was basically leaning over the table just to look at her clearly.

"Am I? Me? Why don't you tell him 'bout your relationship with my brother, eh?"

Her heart dropped. What had gotten into him? She moved around the table and towards him. He was stood up with a grin, "You twat! You absolute arsehole!"

She went to slap him, but someone else grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. Her back was forced against someone's chest, belonging to Brad.

"Brad, get off-"

"Bar. Now." Brad muttered into her ear lowly, his eyes angrily flickering to Noel, who drunkenly stood there with a smug face, before pulling Amara along. Gwyneth had her head in her hands whilst Kate looked surprised.