The Junes | Liam Gallagher ° OASIS

CHAPTER FOURTY NINE: BEST SHOW EVER

The following morning felt like hell, she woke up as if she had a major hangover when she didn't. Her head was pounding once she remembered all the things that happened last night. She just wanted to get out of Meg and Noel's hotel room and get back to Liam's quickly to get herself sorted before her show later on tonight. It was around 7AM. If she was quick enough, she could avoid Liam and then go find Lara and Molly downstairs.

She decided to get it over with.

Liam cheated on her. They argued badly. He didn't even tell her that he had gotten the woman pregnant. She ran out of the room with that stupid engagement ring on still. Happy couple? She didn't know anymore.

The baby growing in her stomach hurt her the most. She didn't want to raise a baby surrounded by a broken relationship. It wasn't fair.

Amara made her way to the room, opening the door quietly and letting herself inside. Liam was still there, passed out on the sofa, his ring on his finger and a packet of drugs on the table.

As soon as she saw it she craved it, even though she hadn't wanted it for ages.

Don't be stupid Amara. You don't need it nor want it.

Kicking her thoughts out of her head, she picked out some clothes and got dressed immediately. She got herself looking presentable as quickly as she could, ignoring Liam who was slurring on the sofa. Before his eyes could open and notice Amara's presence, she grabbed her jacket and slipped out the door.

Her mind was a blur, even her footsteps against the hard floor echoed loudly. The lift dinged loudly as she pressed the button for the floor below, not being arsed to walk down the simple flight of stairs. She was still exhausted, and she looked like it too. She hadn't had a chance to put on any makeup.

She remembered the room that Lara and Molly were staying in, knocking on the door loudly to wake up the sleeping siblings. Lara opted to share a room with Molly to keep her sibling in line, especially with what happened in Paris last year.

The door then opened, the older blonde woman peered through the crack. Once she realised that it was Amara, she opened it wider. "Mari, god, it's so early."

"Rise n' shine." Amara muttered, letting herself inside without needing to ask. Lara shut the door and stretched her arms with a yawn. "Where's Mol?"

"In bed obviously."

Amara turned the light on, making Molly groan from under her sheets. "TURN IT OFF BEFORE YOU BLIND ME!"

"You alright, Mari? Not gonna lie, but, you look tired." Lara walked up to her mate, folding her arms concerningly.

"I didn't get much sleep last night." She muttered, slumping on the sofa for a second.

"You may not have gotten any sleep, but I would like some thanks! Turn the fuckin' light off!" Molly yelled with her head buried into her pillow. "The show's at 8PM, not AM."

Lara rolled her eyes, tutting whilst she approached her sister's bed. She ragged the covers off her, "C'mon, get up."

"Whyyyyyy?!" Molly groaned.

"We all know how long it takes you to get ready. Your hair, your face, your outfit. And plus, Sammy will probs be here later to drag us out anyway for a sound check."

"Not my fault I wanna look nice. Might find some nice french men."

"So you can actually shove a baguette up their arse? Did you hear that Amara?" Lara scoffed, looking at the brunette woman who stared up at the ceiling. She expected another remark from her, but received none. Just a simple hum. Lara knew something was up for definite.