It Could Be You. [ d.a + n.g ]

The Start: Talk Tonight

I had to silently sneak out of my hotel's room. Liam was inside but luckily he was sleeping, which it was a miracle because he's awake all the fucking time, he was probably earning some strength to go out in a few more hours. I made my way to the already empty streets of London. It's been a year since our pathetic battle we should've won. I called him. I've been telling him I wanted to meet up, to say sorry. Now we were in the city at the same time, if I didn't call him he'll think I'm trying to avoid him.

I got the pub and he was already there, sitting at the bar alone, prettiest boy Damon Albarn. For some reason it made me feel like a rebel, like we were Romeo and Juliet or some shit story. Liam knew I liked him but he was always making rude comments about it, but hell, he's Liam.

''Hey, twink,'' I called him with a smile.

He turned around and smiled back lazily when he saw me. ''Gallagher.''

''You've been waiting too long?'' I asked unzipping my jacket.

He simply shook his head and played with the liquid inside his glass. He was a very chatty person but after what happened the last time it made sense he was being distant. It made me feel awful, like I broke him or something.

I asked for a drink, my throat felt dry. I was nervous and Damon wasn't making the situation any easier for me. I knew if I told him he would change his attitude but I wanted to see for how long he could act so careless about everything.

''So-''

''Why did you call me?'' He asked frowning.

''Excuse me?'' I said taken aback.

''Why did you call to my room?''

''Oh I...'' I cleared my throat and smiled. ''For a truce, I guess.''

''Oh... I thought we were already okay.'' He shrugged, looking up at me.

''Yeah but, you know what happened, I needed to make sure we were okay.'' I explained, taking a long sip of my drink.

He nodded. Nothing else. He was driving me crazy.

''Do you wanna get out of here?'' He asked kind of fed up, I asumed because I just got myself a drink and he already wanted to leave. I could tell he wasn't very comfortable in there. Pubs felt like home to me but maybe he wasn't fond of them.

''Sure, let's go.'' I said nonchalantly.

I grabbed two open beers from the bar and made my way outside quickly, avoiding any trouble and leaving Damon some steps behind.

''Where do you wanna go?'' I asked once outside, sipping on my beer and offering the other one to him.

He finally grinned, grabbing the bottle. ''What was I expecting from a Gallagher.''

I laughed at his comment, walking besides him to wherever we were going.

''Remind me how old are you again?'' He asked serious.

''Twenty nine. You?''

''Twenty eight.'' He responded melancholic. ''We're getting so old, Noel.''

''What? No we're not.''

''Yes, we are! Your brother is young and we're here, almost at thirty.''

Where was this subject coming from?

''Do you think we're too old to have some fun?'' I asked, trying to dig in into his concerns.

''No, I don't know. I miss the old times, just that.''