"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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just a warning that this is a really long chapter. say hello to 34k words.
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✧ 28th January 2003 ✧ London, England
BACONS. All they could smell that early morning was bacon. The Mancunian frontman was never an early riser, at least not for the most part. The days were often filled with his overspilling of drunken consumption and powdered nose, so much that the set and the rise of the sun flew past without any of his knowledge. Every day was just the same day for him.
He had been woken up by plenty of memorable events, some he never wanted to let go and some he tried his best to feign indifference to. But unclasping his eyelids to an empty bed, a black knickers hanging on the edge of it, and the loud distant voice of Morten Harket enhanced by the absolute salivating smell of fresh bacon was all it took for him to rush out downstairs.
Liam was surprised to find that the kitchen was empty, except for the Norwegian front woman by the stove. She had not taken notice of his entrance until his hand arrived on her hip, a minor squeeze of hello and a light kiss on her cheek marked his presence.
"Morning." She said to him, a head thrown over her shoulder to beam at his unkempt and obnoxious bed hair. She reached out to ruffle and flatten it down, and had it been most people who were not Maia Harket, then Liam would have probably taken the honour of telling them to get their stubby little fucking fingers away from his hair. But he does not this time. He embraced her gentle and dainty fingers, standing like a little schoolboy whilst he was being treated for looking untidy. "Could you set the plates? There might be some juice in the fridge, just take it out."
Either he was freshly out of any train of thought due to recently being awake or profoundly bemused, she could not really tell. Liam did not move an inch and only propped his attention around the kitchen. He questioned her mystifyingly. "I'm helping?"
"Yes!" She exclaimed, grabbing him by the arm and nudging him towards the upper cupboards where the plates were kept away. Liam masked on an annoyed look of a tantrum at being instructed to help out that early in the morning, a look that was nothing but a mere play on the girl who watched his every move like an endless lover who would crash out into dust had she taken her eyes off of him. Liam was not any different. It was a reward, he thought. He placed the tables onto the table, reached out to Maia to suffocate her with his wandering hands and wet kisses——then being pushed away and directed to where the cutleries and cups of glasses were, only for Liam to return to her again and resume where he had left off.
She had to fence him off with an entertained chuckle each time. "Stop it." She would say to him, sneaking a glance towards the room that led to the kitchen. She placed the steaming bacons away on a different serving plate. "My brother can walk in anytime and he's going to fucking kick us out if we keep doing that."
