*ೃ༄.ೃ࿐ "But somewhere here in between
the city walls of dying dreams, I think her
death it must be killing me." *ೃ༄
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
they say love's a game of easy come and easy go, but not everybody is Brit...
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✩ April 1994
They had done various late night works over at the studio, with the rest of them oftentimes taking coke to keep up with the energy and calm themselves from the overwhelming ego and attitudes in the room. Noel was slowly beginning to become more and more frustrated with Tony, who was struggling with the rhythm of the music.
Valia stretched out of her bed, allowing the manly arm to drop from her bare waist (despite his pleas for her to get back in bed), slipping inside the bathroom to prepare for yet another day in the studio – their last day for the debut album. She was increasingly proud of them, thinking about how just a year ago they had the night of their lives celebrating their contract with a record label. It was the proudest moment of her life, and the start of what she would soon realise to be the greatest beginning to her life's work.
1993 had also been the year Liam and her had first slept together. It was the night after their show in Glasgow, where they had been approached by Creation Records. Before that, it had been a series of harmless flirting, none of them having much intention to do anything about it. But that night, they were all a little too elated, and it was fair to say that Valia herself was nowhere near to being sober.
She and Liam had been doing shots when she dragged him up for a dance, something he insisted on refusing – "Yer know I don't dance, Val." He slurred at her happily, watching as her feet was already shuffling to the song.
"I don't care if you're shite. I just want to dance with you." She states, feeling the sudden urge to dance with someone other than the three other guys who were nowhere to be found. Probably trying to get more drinks, or maybe jumbled in the toilets and stuffing their noses with more powder. Valia ran her hand into his sweaty hair, an arm sprawled over his neck as the boy sat in front of her had lifted his chin up at the friend standing.
Liam pulled her closer to him, waist covered with his embrace. "I'm not shite, you arse."
She smirked, pecking the corner of his lips confidently. It was the most she had ever done with him, never having the ultimate confidence as she did that night. She sure could blame it on the adrenaline. Liam stayed speechless as her lips left his face, only amusingly grinning back up at Valia.
"Let's go then." He abruptly got onto his feet, suddenly wanting to be closer to her, He was pushing her backwards into the empty space in the centre of the club, both of them not daring to take their eyes of each other. They were breathlessly trapped in the other's arms by then, chests touching and their lips brushing against the other – but never interlocking.
After what felt like forever, rocking together, Liam rests his head on her shoulder, taking her by surprise when she could sense his soft pecks. "We're going to be the biggest band in the world. Me mam can finally be proud."
Liam was always convinced that they could make a name out of themselves. Something they all lacked confidence in.
She grabs his jaw, dragging him away from trailing his kisses over to the girl's neck. "Don't be silly. Your ma's already proud of you and r'kid."
