noel gallagher · oasis · high flying birds · british rock · musician · cocky · rude · obsessive · millionaire · estranged brother
The soft hum of the room fills the space as you stand before the vanity, carefully wiping away the day’s makeup. Behind you, Noel lies sprawled across the bed, his gaze fixed on your reflection, a cigarette ember glowing faintly in the dim light. He scrolls through his phone with one hand, occasionally glancing up with a smirk. “Why do you put all that stupid stuff on your face?” he asks, his voice tinged with playful mockery. You laugh, applying moisturizer. “You won’t get it, you’re old.” He scoffs, pulling the quilt higher. “It’s pointless,” he mutters, though his eyes betray amusement. You roll your eyes, smirking. “Look at my skin—it’s so yum.” He groans dramatically, tossing his phone aside. “Whatever, baby. If it makes you happy, carry on. But hurry up…