The Junes | Liam Gallagher ° OASIS

CHAPTER FOURTY SEVEN: FRANCE

A FEW WEEKS LATER.

The Junes continued their tour like normal, and their next stop was Paris. Amara was around 9 weeks pregnant, presumably, and the only people who knew was Lara, Molly and Samantha for now. Lara was the most excited out of the trio as she couldn't stop talking about the playdates that Amara's future baby would have with Amelia-Carla. It was adorable to say the least.

Amara was carrying her own bags after collecting them from the plane, going through all the security and everything before the exit was in sight. Like they suspected there were paps and fans outside the airport, as word had spread that Liam was coming to the airport to pick up Amara with the hired driver. Suprising.

"France! I've missed this place." Lara smiled, running her fingers through her blonde hair whilst they walked to the back of the airport, at the parking lot where a few black cars were.

Amara laughed a little bit, "Let's hope it ain't like last time. Molly."

"Them french lot were rude, it wasn't my fault!" Molly fired back innocently.

Lara gave her sister a look, "So that wine happened to fall on its own all over that man's white shirt? Oh, and what did you say about the baguette?"

"I told 'im to shove the baguette up where the sun don't shine. And that wine business- don't get me started!"

"Please, don't get her started." Amara repeated, thinking about their last trip to France.

In a bar, Molly got talking with this French lad, who turned out to be a dickhead. Therefore, Molly being Molly, the wine surprisingly fell all over the man's shirt. That must've been hard to get out. It was quite hilarious, especially the man's face.

Anyway, there were paps and fans being urged away by security, but it didn't stop the multiple flashes from camera being pointed towards the women.

Despite the bright lights, the first person Amara saw was Liam, with his circle sunglasses on and his usual smirk whilst leaning against the car.

She felt butterflies in her stomach. It had been nearly two months or so since she had seen him, but she still missed him. The distance between the two vanished quickly as Amara sped over to him, and his arms eventually wrapped around her waist, lifting her off the ground.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead as she grinned and admitted, "I've missed you."

"Missed you too, songbird. Fuckin' hell, so much." He mumbled into her neck, putting her on the ground and his hand around her waist. "We better get goin' eh? Gotta lot to do 'aven't we?" He winked, opening the car door for her.

Amara grinned, briefly waving over to Lara and Molly before getting into the car, Liam following closely behind before the car sped off.

He had begun to light a cigarette once he was seated, but the smell on its own suddenly make Amara feel sick. She rolled down the window a bit, trying to let out the smell of cigarettes and alcohol out the vehicle.

Liam looked at her strangely, "'Sup with you, thought you liked weed?"

She coughed slightly, "They're bad for you. Anyway, my doctor told me not to do it anymore, since it's bad for the b- bad for me."

Liam shrugged, not noticing her slip up, chucking the cigarette packet on the other seat, "It never stopped you before."

"I don't wanna lose my voice. Haven't toured in ages, wanna sound my best." Amara also added slyly.

He sighed, his hand running up her leg, "You always sound great, songbird. How you feelin' anyway? Stopped throwin' up yet?"

She was still throwing up, obviously, but she was more at ease about it now she knew the reason behind it. But telling Liam about it made her nervous, as she was planning on telling him about her pregnancy today. She wouldn't be able to keep her head straight if she didn't.