English Rose - liam gallagher fic

22. bigmouth strikes again

I felt guilty cos Liam stayed at mine, as the thundering rain didn't die down long enough for him to get home, and all his clothes were in the tumble drier. And obviously this got him into trouble with his unreasonable girlfriend.

Even though we literally top and tailed in a double bed.

But now, a week later, Liam was buzzing because we were all going down the Groucho tonight, despite his acting like he wasn't.

"Time are we going?" He asked, sat on the couch as my mam watched Countdown on the armchair in the other corner.

"When Archie rings," I said for about the 10th time in 2 hours.

"Why hasn't he rang yet?" He groaned, and I rolled my eyes with a tut.

"Oh my god, cos he's not set off yet," I explained with a sigh, growing impatient with his impatience.

"Who's more you're best mate? Me or Arch?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. I couldn't tell whether he was trying to kill time or he was being a clingy friend.

"You," I told him bluntly. Obviously I loved Archie to bits but Liam was actually my best mate.

"Me or Lucy?" He asked and I laughed.

"You."

"Me or Martha?" This had me stumped and he knew it; he had a little smirk on his face which evolved into a little giggle and then when about 30 seconds of me umming and ahhing had passed, his face dropped again.

"I don't know," I told him, "cos you're obviously my best mate, and even though I've not known you as long, it feels like I have d'ya know what I mean?"

"So what I'm hearing..." he started, "is that I'm your best friend because I've gotten to Martha's level within a few months while it took her how many fucking years?"

"Whatever, mate," I said, shrugging him off and my mam piped up.

"You's are proper divs, you two," my mam said, laughing at our bickering.

Liam cheered in joy as the phone finally rang, and he sprung up to the porch to shove his shoes on as I answered.

"Hello?"

"Holly, me and Jarvo are going now," Archie said.

"Alright, I'll see you," I said putting the phone down, and kissing my mam on the head as I said bye.

"Love you mam," I shouted as I opened the door.

"Fuck off you've got lipstick on my head," she said.

-

Me and Liam looked like a right cool pair as we walked into the Groucho.

I was dressed in a mustard yellow t-shirt, which was massive might I add, and the sleeves almost came down to my elbows, with black shorts that were also about two sizes too big but was made to fit around the waist with a belt and black high top converse.

Liam was dressed as he normally was when he went out: blue jeans, a t-shirt of some band (which tonight was my Elephant Stone t-shirt) and a flannel shirt. Except tonight he let me brush his hair before we went out, which to be fair he normally does himself but I got a new a new hairbrush and he got caught in the wind by the time he got round mine.

I took him to Steve and Liam eyed him suspiciously, before settling and shaking his hand affably.

"Alright Holl," Steve greeted me, running his hand over his pink stubbly head. "This your mate?"