I'd Like to be Somebody Else

Chapter 82

On the 7th of April 1997 Liam and Patsy married in a very, very private registry office in London. Just about every media outlet wanted to cover the event but Liam wasn't having it.

The only guests were the band, Paul, Peggy and Patsy's Dad. It was so stressful attempting to keep it so low-key. They'd had to cancel at least one attempt because of the incessant paparazzi.

The paparazzi weren't the only one's who stopped the previous attempt, I'd found myself begging (actually begging) Liam not to go through with it and for some reason he listened.

The wedding itself went normally, once it was finally going ahead.

They had a very simple room with just enough chairs set out for us. The men had black suits and all looked stunning, especially Liam. Patsy's dress was classy and elegant, I guessed they couldn't sneak in with the massive, extravagant one she'd always dreamed of.

Noel was best man, he was about the only one who would definetly be there no matter what happened despite the fact that he'd had objections all along too.

He joked that he'd lost the rings when it was time to hand them over, checking all of his pockets before producing the rings. No one was impressed.

"That's the biggest cliché in the book." I whispered as he sat back down.

"Had to be done." he shrugged.

The ceremony was ridiculously ordinary, especially for who they were.

He'd looked around when it was asked if there were any objections. I saw the anxiety in his eyes. I'd threatened it last time but I couldn't do it to him. I couldn't hurt our family like that, like we were just part of an episode of Eastenders. I'd let them get this far and now I had to let him go.

They said what they had to say, they signed the papers and that was it, they were married. Liam was married.

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After the wedding they had their reception at the registry office, they might as well have gone back to Liam's or Supernova Heights, it would have been more fun. I'd gotten so bored.

Noel was too busy showing off Jimmyi since he'd learnt new words and could walk quite well on his own. Patsy was chatting to her Dad, she'd not really had anything to do with anyone but him and Liam. Me and Liam were stood alone, quiet.

I grabbed his hand and lead Liam into an empty room, it was really small, maybe it was someone's office but the furniture was gone, apart from a desk.

We didn't speak but we both knew we weren't there to chat.

He turned the lock on the door as I leant against the desk. He came over and kissed me. He knew exactly why I'd dragged him away from his wedding party, his bride.

I played with his tie, wrapping the silk around my wrist, around my hand, around my fingers. I thought of the first night at Maine Road, what might have been.

He took his jacket off and threw it on the desk behind me.

If he was stripping already, I had to help him. I ran my fingers down the buttons on his shirt, loosening his tie before unbuttoning the top buttons.

"I'm a married man." It sounded like an objection but he made no attempt to stop me.

"Does that make me your mistresses?" I asked as I continued until the last button was undone.

He didn't say anything.

I pulled his tie off and put it in his hand. "Treat me like one, Liam."