Telltale ~ Liam Gallagher

APRIL 2001 - CONT.

Morning - or afternoon depending on when you're reading this.

I know it's been ages since I updated this but here it is! A little late but still Liam.

I've got GCSEs coming up in a month or so meaning updates will be irregular.

But as our great Lord Liam once said, "I've got four GCSEs mate, I'm not silly."

- Sam

"I wish they'd stop pointin' at me." Liam grumbles, glaring at the bleached tiles beneath our feet.

I peer over his head and shoot a pointed stare at the two women by the water cooler. It doesn't work. "Leave them. It can't be everyday they see a Gallagher in A&E almost in tears."

He swears at me from underneath his breath. Normally I'd slap his arm or worse, punch it; but considering we had no painkillers at Zara's and his foot had almost snapped in two, I let him get away with it.

"Do you reckon it's broken?" He says, prodding his limp ankle with his thumb.

I shrug. "I'm not a doctor. Let's hope it isn't."

Liam seems unimpressed by my answer and allows his gaze to slip over to the clock on the far wall, eyes fixated on the ticking second hand, flickering across his vision. "That's not going to make the time go any quicker and you know it."

He tears his stare away and rests it on me instead. "Any suggestions then?"

"One." I say through gritted teeth, standing up from the shitty blue plastic chair my arse has been glued to for the best part of two hours. "Coffee? Tea?"

"Both." He chuckles, prodding his ankle once more.

"Water it is then."

"Fine. Tea."

I leave my seat and head over to the 'tea machine' as I like to call it, relieved to have a moment's peace away from Liam who is acting like a fifteen-year-old girl on her period.

Two teas.

He takes it without a hint of thanks and sips it cautiously. "Tastes like shit."

I do slap his arm this time.

"Mr Gallagher?"

A doctor pokes her head out from one of the small consultation rooms. At the mention of his name a couple of men (one with what looks like a beer bottle stuck in his leg) sit up and start pointing at Liam.

"Thank God you're here doctor," Liam begins, hopping over to her. "You just saved me from some fans... and some shite tea."

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"Careful! Are you tryin' to kill me?"

"Stop whining! I'm doing the best I can." I shoot back, holding the door a little wider for the hobbling Liam who is not at all impressed that I had just clipped his ankle with the front door. "Go and sit down. I'll make some tea."

"I think you mean lie down." Liam mutters, manoeuvring himself messily onto the sofa opposite and slinging his crutches down onto floor. "Any meds?"

"Not for another three hours I'm afraid." I reply, quickly checking the dosage on the back of his medicine box. "The doctor said you could always take paracetamol in between."

"Paracetamol is shite. Does nothing."

I ignore him and tip the teabags into the mugs, secretly counting down the days until Zara returns and takes Liam off my hands. Until then? I'm stuck with a menstruating musician on his period.

"Penny? Where's the tea?" He whines from the sofa.

Clenching my fists and mutter, "Can't Noel take care of you?"

As quick as anything Liam whips his head round and shoots me a glare. "Uncalled for." He sulks, flicking through the channels on the television.

"Not from where I'm standing." I retort and hastily dump his tea on the table next to him. "Try not to burn yourself."

He stares at the tea and looks at me briefly before letting his gaze slip to the floor, "Noel doesn't approve. Haven't had a real conversation in months."

"Approve of what?"

Liam turns a bit red, but only a bit, you'd probably only notice if you were really staring at his face and trying to take in every single detail.

"Zara."

I tear my eyes away from his at the mentioning of my boss' name and turn to the kitchen which is in desperate need of a wipe down.

"He doesn't approve of.... of us. Thinks it's wrong. I can't seem to get him to understand."

I let my eyebrow dip in confusion - clearly I have no idea what's he's banging on about. I hardly know him. Or Zara for that matter.

"And all the while I've been unsure aswell. It does feel a bit wrong."

"What's so wrong about two people dating?" I retort, still refusing to look at him.

He sighs deeply, "It's not that simple," before attempting to transfer himself off of the sofa and into a standing position with his crutches but he ends up in a crumpled position on the floor. I drop the cloth and go and help him up (as best as I can) with hands which are covered in fairy liquid.

"The doctor said for the first few days you need to try and limit how much you move. Just the first few days." I say through gritted teeth as I help the limp Mancunian back onto the sofa.

Once returned to his previous position, Liam grips hold of my arm to stop me from leaving. "I have somethin' to confess." He looks embarrased, "Me and Zara..." He shakes his head and stares directly at me.

"It's fake."