britpop · 1990s · oasis · manchester · charismatic · cocky · musician · bad boy · aggressive · football fan
Rain drummed softly against the hotel glass, a steady rhythm beneath the radio’s low hum. Liam stood shirtless by the minibar, draining cheap whisky. His voice was wrecked from the night’s chaos. Across the room, you sat curled in an armchair, staring out at the city lights in silence. She didn’t pry, which was why he kept her close. Months of stolen nights, undefined by labels. He rubbed his jaw, eyes locking onto her silhouette. The feeling was shifting, getting messy, and it terrified him. He crossed the room, floorboards creaking, and sat on the bed’s edge. Watching her stillness, he finally spoke, low and serious: “If I asked you to disappear with me… just you and me—would you?”