I turned up outside Noel's at 4am on the 25th just like he'd asked, to find the taxi already there. It was raining hard and I felt an involuntary shiver run down my spine when I realised what I was about to do: go on tour with not only the sexiest man on earth but go as his fucking PA.
"'Iya love." Noel pecked my cheek as he greeted me by the taxi.
"Hello." I smiled warmly back. "Just to let you know, I've sat you next to me on the plane to Vegas."
"Have y'now?" His smirk barely visible in the dusky light.
"Well... I figured after the other night, you wouldn't want me sitting next to your brother." I opened the door to the cab and slid in, Noel doing the same on the other side.
"Maybe my missus does have something t'be worried about, I'll 'ave to keep an eye on you." His hot breath tingled down my spine as he whispered the words into my ear.
I could feel my stomach burn at his answer, and I hoped he didn't see my cheeks blush or hear my breath hitch in my throat. Fuck. Why did he make me feel this way?
I shook it off and turned to him, smiling innocently as I stared out of the window. The sound of The Beatles Eleanor Rigby rang out around the cab.
"So how's y'love life?"
"Fuck off you sound 50."
"Only a fuckin' question love. Never heard anything about a guy, just checkin' you ain't one of those new age lesbians."
I feigned shock. "When did I ever give that impression?"
Noel cracked up at my disgust.
"Ok, ok, but seriously, what's goin' on?" He looked over at me and locked his baby blues on mine. My body betrayed me and I blushed again.
'Oh God. Stop looking so bloody gorgeous!' I thought to myself as I tried to come up with an explanation for my love life.
"Well... I had a serious relationship when I was 15... didn't end so well. After that I wasn't able to get the guys I'm interested in to ask me out. I always got rejected." I trailed off.
He raised an eyebrow.
"No way do I believe that."
"Believe what you want, I just haven't found anyone I like enough yet."
"Ok then. How long has it been since you had someone special?" Noel asked, looking a little shocked when I didn't answer straight away
A look of concern crept across my face as I realised that I hadn't dated anyone in 2 years. I decided to change the subject quickly before I said too much.
"Right back at ya Noel." I replied.
He sat and thought about it for awhile, his brows knitted together perfectly. After 5 minutes of silence he turned to me, his eyes full of sadness.
"Louise was the only woman I properly loved. And that was 8 fuckin' years ago..." He answered wistfully.
My head snapped round to stare at him.
"Not even Meg?"
"Nah." He lit a cigarette up and offered it to me, having shook his head at his answer.
I rejected and watched him blow smoke out into the cab.
"Y'know... I'm startin' t'think that I'm not gonna get anyone fuckin' decent anymore. Sara is only bloody with me cause of the scandal with Meg..."
I watched him as he slumped against the window, clearly defeated at his love life. Deciding to stay quiet, I reached over and placed my hand on top of his, as if to signify that I at least appreciated the fact he'd confided in me. Noel looked over, our eyes meeting in the morning suns rays that were coming In through the windows. His ice blue eyes seemed to tell the story of an ancient soul.... one that'd bore the hardships of love and loss, but was still searching for the one.
