I'd Like to be Somebody Else

Chapter 47

"Hi Stacy, is Noel about?" Marcus asked over the phone, he sounded overly polite.

Noel and I had gone back to his house in London from Glastonbury.

"Hiya, he's not, he's gone shopping. I can't do it in my condition." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, about that, with them touring Europe and Japan again it was assumed that you wouldn't be joining them." he spoke carefully.

"Who assumed that exactly?" I was looking forward to going to Japan and more European countries.

"Er, no one in particular." He backed out of giving me an answer. "We probably can't get you the insurance anyway."

"It was Noel wasn't it? Did he tell you to ring while he was gone and everything? Do you like being the bearer of his bad news?" I questioned, letting my anger take control.

"No, it wasn't him." he denied. "Seriously it's not good for you to be flying that many times, being on the road, being surrounded by drink and drugs." he made excuses.

"You're worried if I go I'll not be able to resist skinning up? That's pathetic. I never touched drugs before I met the lads, I'm not stupid enough to keep it up while I'm pregnant."

"Look, we can't stop you but Creation isn't going to be paying for your tickets or your rooms or anything." he said bluntly. "You aren't going to be on this tour."

"Fine. I'll go back to Manchester and be with everyone else you've rejected from touring, away from my boyfriend for ages. You are an interfering little twat, d'you know that."

He sighed. "Don't take it out on me, you're going to the Roskilde Festival and they're back for a month after the 22nd of July. You're pregnant, you can't just carry on as normal."

"Yes I can! Kenzie did. It doesn't change that much."

"Stacy... You have to realise you can't be the same now you're having a kid."

"I fucking did last time. Sexist pigs." I slammed the phone back on the receiver.

I stormed upstairs and started packing a suitcase. I was so angry that they'd banned me from going with them without even asking me. I felt betrayed. I hated Noel being protective and controlling, there was no way I was putting up with it for another six months.

"Yorkie, I'm back. Where are you?" Noel shouted.

"Upstairs." I replied. "Chief." I added through gritted teeth.

"Just look at these." he said after running up the stairs. "Why are you packing? I thought you'd already done it."

"Going back home, ain't I?" I could feel tears coming, damn pregnancy emotions. "I couldn't care less about your stupid shoes Noel."

"Woah, whatever's upset you, there's no need to insult the Adidas-es." he pretended to be offended. "Are you going to tell me what I've done?"

"Marcus said I have to go home when you go to Europe and Japan so I'm going now since you obviously don't want me around."

"What? Who's told him that?" he questioned, looking genuinely confused.

"You did, I know you did."

"I swear on... on my guitar, the one Johnny Marr gave me, this bloody wasn't me." he promised. "Course I want you around, I've never not wanted you around in the last four years. Why would I want rid of you now you're having my kid?"

"You think I'm just going to get in the way cos I'm getting fat." I didn't believe him, I refused to accept what he said.

"Don't fucking tell me what I think Stacy." He raised his voice. "I didn't know, if you're not coming they can find a new tour guitarist. I don't friggin' want to be away from you and my kid." He pushed the suitcase away and closed it. "I'll sort it."