Pictures Of You

Sunchyme

June 1997

"Maggie...this is...unhinged behaviour."

Maggie sighed.

"I know that for fuck sake! It's just...hard to explain."

Maggie's flat mate Regan watched her throwing clothes and essentials into a bag.

"I mean...insane. Unhinged was me being kind."

Maggie glared at her and she chuckled.

"Alright, alright I know what you're like once your mind's made up but just hear me out for a second."

Maggie paused packing. She folded her arms and exhaled waiting patiently on Regan to speak.

"So you and him on and off like a tap for 10 years."

Maggie nodded hesitantly.

"He loves you. You love him."

Maggie nodded again, feeling her cheeks heat.

"He's a rock star going all over the world. You're here running the most successful art studio in not just San Francisco but the whole of the west coast of the U.S."

Maggie threw her hands up in exasperation.

"Regan what's your point?!"

Regan sighed.

"He "proposes" a year ago...but where's the ring Maggie? Do you think he really meant that? I'm just worried that he's stringing you along...that's all. And now he's invited you put to this exclusive, carribean island while he records? What about your job...you just you always put your life on hold for him would he do the same for you?"

Maggie swallowed the lump of emotion in her throat. In her deepest, darkest insecure thoughts she had thought of all of those things. But then there was Noel. She knew him. She trusted him. She loved him and knew that he loved her. Would do anything for her.

"I don't need a ring. He made me a promise and Noel Gallagher doesn't break promises alright? And I know that I do put my life on hold for him but he's never once asked or expected me to do that. He was the one that encouraged me to do this. Come out here. He's the one that believed in me even when I was a 17 year old goth kid from Burnage. He knew me then and he knows me now. He would do the same for me...but I wouldn't want him to. He loves what he does and I just support him same as he supports me."

Regan nodded and gave her a soft smile.

"Then...I guess our should go get him."

Maggie hurriedly shoved the last few items in her case and hugged Regan goodbye.

She ran through the airport. A private jet. She sort of couldn't believe this was happening. It was wild. The island of Mustique. Only Keith Richards went there. No "normal" people could go. Chartered private jets were the only way. Was this even really happening? Maggie waited nervously pacing at the gate her ticket in hand. Noel had arranged it all. He'd said he'd get her here. What if he didn't show-what if-

"Wow. Joggies and a trackie top. You really put in some effort for me eh?"

Maggie felt her heart pound at the sound of his voice.

She grinned, spun around and leaot into Noel's arms. She breathed him in and she smiled as he returned her embrace tightly.

"You cheeky bastard. Good job I love you you know." She pulled back to see him properly.

Her fingers slipped through his soft hair.

Noel smiled. His blue eyes crinkling.

"I love you too. I've missed you."