hey now! | noel gallagher

three

We all thought we were going to a regular bar, but once we get there, we find out that it's actually a club. Graham and I stick together like we usually do, until he leaves to get another drink and doesn't come back.

I stand awkwardly in the corner, slightly pissed, trying to find Graham in the crowd (to no avail). Somehow, I don't notice the figure that has walked up to me.

"Hey, Heather, right?" I recognise the accent instantly.

"Yeah."

"Do you want to go outside? It's too fuckin' crowded here."

"Sure." He offers me his hand and I take it, leading us both out of the club.

~

It's surprisingly warm outside. Noel lights a cigarette and offers me one, which I accept.

"How old are you, Heather?"

"I just turned sixteen. You?"

"Seventeen. Eighteen in a few months." He pushes a few strands of curly hair away from his face. "You're not from around here, are you?"

"No," I say quietly. "I'm from Manchester. Burnage, to be precise."

"No fuckin' way. Me too." I give him a half smile in return, pulling on the sleeves of my jacket as the wind picks up.

"Your friend Damon. That's his name, right?" Noel asks.

"Yeah, the blonde one. What about him?"

"He likes Bella, doesn't he?"

"Yeah. A shit ton. He's been crushing on her for ages." I pause. "Is she your girlfriend?"

Noel shakes his head, which makes me feel relieved for some reason.

"I'm pretty sure she wants to be though." I look up at him again and take a puff from my cigarette. "Damon seems nice though. Besides, I don't really like her."

I nod slowly, not sure of what to say.

"So are you shagging that Graham kid?"

I almost drop my cigarette when he says that. "No, he's my best friend."

Noel nods, letting his cigarette fall to the ground before stamping on it. He takes a few steps forward and lets his hand brush momentarily against mine before disappearing inside again.

I look down at my hand and notice that he's given me a piece of paper that has his phone number as well as -noel ;) next to it.

Now that was fucking smooth, I think to myself.

Well, it wouldn't hurt to text him, would it?