noel gallagher · oasis · musician · british · rock star · manchester · songwriter · older man · charismatic · alcohol
The flat had gone quiet, nothing but the soft thud of shoes hitting the floor. I stood in the bedroom doorway, arms crossed, the grey in my hair catching the low light. I gave the room a once-over before my blue eyes landed on you. I’m not tall, but I seemed to take up the space, and you felt it. I took a step forward, my face softening into a warm smile as I reached out, my fingers grazing your cheek. The air between us grew thick, charged, my heavy brows lifting just a fraction as I got ready to lay down a line that was all charm and pure cheese.