The Rain

Aimee

Noel has me pinned against the wall, his tongue darting in my mouth, his hands rough on my hips. He's marking me as his, I know it and so does he and I like it. I enjoy it. He pulls away abruptly, both of us breathing hard, Noel's eyes flashing brightly in the dark pub lights. I break into a breathy laugh and he smirks before joining me, kissing me softly. From the top of his head, I pull his sunglasses down onto his eyes, grinning.

"Go get 'em tiger," I breathe and he grins, downing the rest of his Guinness and climbing up on the stage. Liam gives me a wink as he passes and I blow him a kiss. I'm not even going up there and I'm nervous watching them. Terrified actually. My heart is in my mouth as I watch Liam swagger up front, sunglasses covering his eyes but his glare still perfectly clear that he's giving the room. Noel picks up his guitar, throwing it around him and gives it a little strum and my heart skips a beat at the familiar look of concentration on his face. It's also his way of not looking at the audience and swallowing the anxiety building in his chest. Liam looks around him, at Bonehead, at Noel, at Tony and at Guigsy making sure everyone's ready before speaking.

"Awlright, we're Oasis," Liam drawls, sounding bored and husky and well sexier than what I can describe in the most strange way. It must be the power of the frontman. He chins his Guiness as they start to play and my chest swells as I look at Noel. He looks so happy, so at home and so fucking hot.

As they start to play it's like I'm seeing someone entirely new. I can't believe my eyes at Noel and Liam, they're entirely new beings. I can't take my eyes off them. I shake my head to break the trance before downing my Guinness and making my way to the front of the stage, dancing with the few people already there. Noel catches my eye and winks broadly and I smirk, resting my hands on my thighs and swinging my hips, swaying my hair to the music. More people join the floor as they become more confident, enjoying Oasis as it gets busier but I only have eyes for Noel. My fucking rock star. I dance with a girl and we end up chatting, her buying me a drink and we share a smoke on the floor just to the side. Her name is Aimee and she is fucking fit. She's got short black hair and really startling blue eyes rimmed in coal black eyeliner. She's got tiny denim shorts on and a black acid house smiley face t-shirt defaced with black marker. We hit it off instantly, sneaking off to the bathroom for a quick line.

"What's the bands name, d'ya know?" She asks after I snort my two lines and I grin at her, giving her the rolled up fiver.

"As I'm fucking the guitarist I'd like to think so," I say and she laughs, sniffing her lines and biting her lip.

"The shy one or the bald one?" She asks and I smirk.

"Never thought of him as shy but yep, that's my Noeleo," I say and we head out the cubicle, fixing our hair and make up in the mirror.

"Please tell me you call him bingo," She says and I burst into laughter, lighting a cigarette and she lights one of her own.

"Nope but I will now, coming to pull some shapes?"

"Lets go babe," She says grinning and we throw our cigarettes into the sink, linking arms and walking out. I take her by the hand and pull her to the front where we dance closely, blowing the band kisses.

"Jessie! JESSIE!" I hear someone scream my name and I turn around to the bar to spot Boneheads Kate, grinning and waving. I wave back and she points to her glass and I make a G with my fingers and point to Aimee to get two. She throws me a thumbs up and I smile widely.

"Aims, that's Kate, she's fucking baldy," I say and she giggles, nodding. I'm about to say something else when I'm halted by a guitar riff that I've only heard once acoustically. I turn quickly to face the stage and he's not looking at me, he's staring at his guitar with a look of concentration and softness. I drink him in, just staring openly.