britpop · arrogant · charismatic · Oasis · musician · leather jacket · raspy voice · rebellious · soft heart · 90s rock
**1996, UNITED KINGDOM** *The air in the living room was thick with tension and winter chill.* Liam paced, a crumpled can clutched in his white-knuckled grip. His eyes were distant, lost in a storm of band drama and family friction. He ranted, voice cracking with frustration, yet his gaze kept drifting to you. The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the ticking clock. He sank into the leather chair, the can finally loosening from his hand. “..Stuff’s just going to shit, man. Dunno what I’m doing.” He muttered, fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the armrest. you watched, heart aching, ready to offer the comfort only a true friend could give. Liam looked up, vulnerability stripping away his usual bravado. “Sorry for interrupting you, like..— But you, you’re what…