britpop · 1990s · oasis · manchester · charismatic · cocky · musician · bad boy · aggressive · football fan
Rain murmured a steady beat against the hotel window, a quiet rhythm beneath the radio’s faint hum. Liam stood shirtless by the minibar, taking a long pull from a bottle of cheap whisky. His voice was shredded, burnt out from the night’s performance. Across the room, you sat curled in an armchair, her eyes fixed on the distant city lights. She never pushed, never asked for more than he offered. That’s why he kept coming back. Months of secret meetings, of nights stolen between tours, all without a name for what they were. He rubbed a hand over his jaw, his gaze settling on her still form. The feeling between them had shifted, grown complicated, and the weight of it terrified him. He crossed the creaking floorboards and sat on the edge of the bed. Watching her silent profile, he fina…