Pictures Of You

Until The Morning Light

Noel awoke slowly. His sleep had been solid. He'd been exhausted. He hadn't rested properly in weeks. Warm, familiar arms. Maggie. He wondered if yesterday had been an elaborate dream and if he was still asleep. Maggie's fingers ran gently down his spine. He shivered from the feeling.

"Are you real?" He mumbled.

Maggie chuckled quietly.

"Yeah. How do you feel?" She asked gently.

Noel opened his eyes, taking in the flushed morning glow of her.

"Better."

Noel took her face in his hands, letting his thumbs roll over the soft, blushing pink skin of her cheeks. He pressed a soft kiss against her lips. Gentle and innocent. Maggie pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. Noel let his hands slip down to the silky city top, feeling her nipples pebble through the material. He smiled against her throat as she let out a breathy gasp. She was intoxicating. Always. No matter how long it had been. He wondered if it felt like that for her too when they were together.

Maggie held him close, feeling his wiry body joining with hers. Regardless of what was going on in both their lives, this always felt the same. The closeness. The connection. The pleasure. The past. The present. The future?

Maggie sometimes let herself wonder about settling down outside her crazy work life. Marrying. Having children... she didn't know if it was a good idea. If she'd even make a good wife or mother. It sort of terrified her... but if Noel was that person, it didn't really seem scary at all. Not really.

As they lay together in the afterglow, Noel's hazy blue eyes gazing down at her she thought about having this, him forever. Would it work? Would it end in disaster? Was it better having it like this? He was like a constant thread weaving in and out of her life, but the thread was never broken. Perhaps if they were together, the thread would snap. She could not imagine, would not imagine a life without him. Perhaps this was better. Noel would never marry. Or have children. He'd never explicitly told her this, but she knew him well enough to know. Maggie kissed him slowly. It was best to enjoy the moment while it lasted.

Liam seethed with rage. Noel had disappeared. And he thought he knew where to. Maggie. When shit hit the fan, he was always with her. She lived in San Francisco now...or so he heard.

"He'll be with her. Good for him. Can't be fucked dealing with anything else. Fucking call it off I say. Band's fucked anyway without him."

Bonehead sighed.

"Just leave it with me alright."

Liam chewed his lips slowly.

"You deal with it then cause I want fuck all to do with the cunt. Here. Phone that. He'll probably be there. Stupid cunt is always calling her every 2 seconds."

Bonehead took the piece of paper. A letter written to Noel from Maggie with her number on it.

Bonehead stood at the payhome tapping his fingers incessantly.

"Hello?"

"Maggie? It's Bonehead-"

"He's not here. And even if I knew where he was I wouldn't tell you alright?"

Bonehead sighed.

"Look...hear me out alright. What went down between Noel and Liam...it was shite but Noel's throwing it all away here. The band that's the important thing. I'm not asking him to kiss and make up with Liam...I'm just asking him to come back alright...anyway I better go. Just...just tell him alright?"

Maggie sighed. Noel couldn't keep running forever no matter how much she wanted him to stay. The band, his music, his songs that was more important than any individual thing their relationship could ever achieve.