Heat Of The Moment-Noel Gallagher

Chapter 5

First of all, before I say anything else, I'm so sorry I didn't update yesterday. I know I said I was going too but I became really busy. Anyway, to make up for that I'm going to try and make this update a little more action packed than usual . Thx so much for your support, your all proper amazing!! Enjoy...Or Don't.

Marley's POV:

Hoisting myself up onto the kitchen counter, I looked deep into Noel's baby blue's. Try as he may to avoid eye contact, he couldn't. I followed wherever his dilated pupils flitted, I needed an answer from this man.

After minutes of rather awkward silence, Noel sighed deeply and began rubbing his temples with his head dipped. He seemed so anxious and stressed, like there was something he desperately needed to spit out. 

"I don't fucking know what I'm sayin" he muttered, now running a callused hand through his soft hair. 

My face dropped. So he didn't mean those words? Those were just a part of his long, drunken ramble? Fuck, this man was playing with my emotions. From exhilarated to upset in just under five minutes. That was the effect he seemed to have on me and until I knew exactly how he felt, it would remain that way. I picked at my fingernails, trying to hide my disappointment as Noel attempted to conjure up his next sentence. 

I thought he would say something more, tell me what he was really doing in my apartment, at least give me some form of explanation. But he didn't speak another word until I broke the seemingly never ending silence. 

"So, you don't feel anything for me?" I asked, finally having mustered up the courage to question him. 

I couldn't decide at this point wether I wanted him to like me or not, he had been toying with my feelings ever since I met him four days ago. I didn't need even more stress in my life, which at this point seemed to be all Noel was. Stress. Attractive, funny stress...

"Fucking 'ell Marley, I don't bloody know. I'm hammered, don't make me answer that kind of question!" He spat, looking up and slamming his hands against the black fabric of my sofa.

So loving me wasn't completely off the cards. I couldn't help feeling a little happy about this. See there we go, my emotions changing at a rapid rate all because of Noel Gallagher.

"Why are you hammered Noel?" I wondered, maybe his answer would give me a little insight as to why he was in my home. 

"I fuckin' went out, didn't I? I drunk a load of alcohol, you know how it works"he slurred back sarcastically, looking exasperated.

"But,but why did you come to me? why didn't you just go home?"

 "I don't know, because I'm a fuckin' mess!" he hiccuped.

At that point I gave up asking, it was useless. I wasn't getting a single straight or useful answer out of him. He was much to inebriated to form a full,sentence that actually made much sense. All I wanted was to know how he felt, just so I could put my thoughts at rest and my mind at peace.

"Fine, whatever. You sure you don't want some water?" The least I could do for him was ensure his hangover wasn't too awful. 

"No, I'm fine" he insisted, going back to rubbing his temples softly. 

Poor guy. He really did seem a mess. An adorable mess. I wanted to help him, truly I did, but he was fighting off every attempt I made to give him food or water. As I observed him lying back against my sofa, staring into space, I came to the realisation that he hadn't just drank this much for fun. There had to be some deeper reason as to why he had knocked back so many drinks and got himself into such a state, not just heading out with his mates. Or maybe I was just reading into things to much.