"𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗘, 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗵𝗲𝗿."
𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒, the greatest rock band the generation has ever seen, the bona fide rockstars of their time.
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Trigger Warning: small scenes of violence and sexual assault, not explicit.
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✧ 9th January 2003 ✧ Los Angeles, California
IT WAS A PROPHECY of what both Maia Harket and Liam Gallagher had initially anticipated to see in the reflection of the mirror, a raucous brigade of journalists and tabloids racking up their personal lives and slamming the hyperbolic goodness of their names. They had always been one for disloyalty and faulty reputation from the moment their lips made contact with the crackling microphone, the only flashing difference was the circumstances of the affair.
There was a son in the picture, a girlfriend, and rather shockingly, a brother and former lover. It was bound to turn into a frenzy.
They were adamant about being together, about being Liam and Lyla and finishing what they had started nearly a decade ago and maintain it in good faith. It was their ludicrous decision to hold out on telling Nicole and Noel, to spend the day with Morten and his seven year old daughter and ultimately, it was also their choice to bruise themselves up with kisses in broad daylight. They were thirty with the minds of a fifteen year old, entirely too swarmed by the buzzing hives of infatuation and utter adoration they had for one another, the staggering heat of the moment and having the other in each other's arms to bother and take a step back, analysing how foolish their acts may be in the future.
That was their mistake, and they resulted to the grave presumption that things would end easily. That miraculously, the media would not have hung behind their shoulders and slated their characters in the tabloids, that Nicole Appleton wouldn't have been ignoring the Mancunian boy's phone calls, and that Maia would not have been cussing herself about the static realisation that she had done what she did to Noel Gallagher, and there was no going back. She could deceive herself into thinking that she loathed him and that he deserved that unbearable fiery pain, just as he had done her by starting a family of his own, but at the end of the light, there was always a part of her that respected him far too much to do such a thing. Yet she had done it anyway.
The food she prepared for both her and Liam was left untouched, at least hers. He had gone on to stuff his face whilst Maia spoke to him adamantly about reaching out to his girlfriend, something he had been trying to do and failing. Anette left not long after she dropped the news on Liam Gallagher, and by the time the drummer walked out of the front door of the house in Los Angeles, the frantic crowd of journalists were cramping over one another's personal space and battling to get a view of the gap of the opened door——a sight of the two lead singers, and though elated to capture the image of Anette Jenkins' unsatisfied expression, it was not nearly as gratifying.
It was the sort of event that, Maia, for the millionth of time as of late, knew not what she was meant to do to tackle the scandal. Terrified and regret was not something she was feeling adequately either, she had come to terms with the fact that this was exactly what she yearned for, what she absolutely needed to get on with her life and finally feel that ticklish joy and safety. Only Liam could make her experience those things now, and even as she sat quietly on the couch, mindlessly staring at her nails and picking at them, it was the Mancunian boy who caved her still body with his arm and press his tender mouth against her ear.
