femme fatale, noel & liam gallagher

𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢. 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡

✧ 18th February 2003 ✧
London, England

FOR HAVING drastically swollen puppy eyes when drifting away from the hollowed squints of the drugs, Liam Gallagher was somehow still not favoured for his puppy-like behaviours.

Nothing about being drenched in prolonged sweat and a mouth that barked unlimited foul sayings, nor his provoking attitude towards men who presumptively challenged and threatened him, that and even the Mancunian's excessive cheating fronts him as somebody who resembled an innocent creature. It was only a side that few had seen, his brother included.

As much as he disliked the sound of it, Liam was quite the romantic. Though he refuses to ever utter those revolting idea. He had always been keen on starting a family and having somebody to call his missus, it was hardly a surprise to him (as opposed to her) when he dropped the bomb on Patsy Kensit during their second date. He would tell the woman that he wanted children and he wanted her to be the one to have it.

Had it been Maia Harket, she would not have hesitated twice before telling him how much of a fucking creep he was for saying such a thing on a second date. But that was Liam. He had a foolproof plan of what he desired his future to look like, and while his relationship with his past partners proved otherwise, he was enthusiastically family-oriented.

It did not come easy to him to discover that not only did his Libertines' girlfriend struggle with the image of inserting herself into a family that was despicably not hers, but that the mothers of his children felt the same way about her. Understandably. That was what Maia had told him, that he was foolish to think that either Patsy or Nicole would be happy to have her around their children after the role that she played in diminishing both of those poor women's relationships with the front man.

Matters presented themselves to be marinated with further disaster through Maia's unspeakable coping behaviour shortly after the events of South Of France occurred. He thought that he had seen the worst of her at the time of her relationship with Irwin May, he was viscerally wrong to presume so. The heroin gradually became less and less present in her life, something that Liam sighed in relief more times than he could count. There were times when he simply wanted to tell her what a massive idiot she was for ever consuming the substance, and while it was tempting to say it to her over and over again, it would not have made a difference.

It truly was a shame that by the time they returned from the South Of France and moved into their newly purchased home together, Maia began to trap herself away from Liam and all of their mates——her brother was far from being an exception this time. The heroin left home but the overloading amount of cocaine and meth began to knock on the doors and because Liam was not a hypocrite, he never uttered a word. He would join her even when he soon realised the pace she drove with was far faster than his.

It sort of felt like Supernova Heights once again. Except this time it was with him.

Liam was concerned, that he was. He was undoubtedly bothered by the lesser attempts to connect and speak to him as she normally would. It was ordinary for them to sit around on their own without the drugs and explore a world they had never adventured before. Into the past. Into a solidified and alternative timeline. Talking about this and that and phrases that made no utter good sense, conversations that would leave the both of them creasing in laughter and grasping in each other's embrace. Conversations that caved them into a nostalgic sadness and glorified experiencing safety because they were together.