Oasis: Time Flies...

I Hope, I Think, I Know

"Hey. Am I alright t'come round yours?"

"Yeah."

"See ya in a minute then."

He hung up before I had chance to say another word, there was no time to waste on words.

I didn't know whether to get changed, do my hair, put some makeup on or maybe he wouldn't look at me twice because he just wanted to ask about the tour. I never knew, especially with a late night call like tonight but when he wanted me I was always there.

I quickly teased my hair so I didn't look like he'd caught me sleeping, I'd almost gotten to sleep when he rang, their gig had finished hours ago and I'd gone straight back to the hotel.

When he did knock my heart fluttered with excitement. I didn't even stop to check it was him at the door. It was his knock.

As soon as he was in the door his lips clashed with mine, he had no time for words. What was there to say?

His taste was delicious. I wasn't a smoker but his Benson and Hedges mixed with the booze was exciting.

I loved everything about him, everything, his attitude, smell, his shaggy brown hair, his deep blue eyes if they weren't covered by rock n roll shades, his jeans, his leather jackets, his fucking trainers. A thing of beauty, always admired from afar, everything about him was art.

He stopped and looked at me. "I wouldn't answer the door like that with the likes of Our Kid and Guis' about."

I was pretty sure he wouldn't want to know what I'd do if it was his brother or Guigsy (or Alan for that matter) at my door.

"Like what?" I asked innocently.

"Sexy, short, silky nightie, no undies, a lad might get the wrong message." he spoke flirtily, our eyes locked and his hands wandered.

"What message are you gettin' Mr Gallagher?" I smiled slyly at him.

"That my girl's been waitin' for me t'call all night. Looks like y'want someone t'help ya slip outta it." He trailed his fingers along my shoulders, teasing the thin straps aside and started kissing at my bare shoulders.

"You've just come off stage Chief, which means..." I slipped my hands into his jeans, finding, as I'd expected, he wasn't wearing any underwear either. "Naughty."

I gently squeezed and massaged his hardening knob. He grabbed my waist and we moved towards the bed as we kissed, his tongue circled mine.

...

We sat in bed in comfortable quiet, he'd lit a cigarette so smoke filled the air. I didn't mind that he wasn't a man of many words and I didn't mind that he'd probably leave as soon as he'd stubbed out his cigarette (in fact I was glad he would, I needed to sleep to keep up with them and this tour) he was here now and that was all that mattered.

"So, I'm cancelling the tour." he finally spoke like he'd been mulling over the words in his mind.

"What? Why?" I'd rather he'd have kept quiet.

I thought he was past running. I was too familiar with this kind of thing, him disappearing, him quitting, abandoning tours and recording sessions. Liam had to be the reason, he always was.

"We're all too tired to go on." he stated.

I didn't believe that for one second, the tour only started about a week ago and it sounded exactly like it was his prepared statement for the press. "Have you and him had another argument or summat?"