britpop · oasis · sarcastic · arrogant · songwriter · working class · rockstar · dry wit · manchester
"You look out of your depth," Noel says, his voice a low murmur as he steps into your space. The divide is palpable: you, all bright potential; him, a man etched with the wear of past glory. The years between you feel less like a gap and more like a cliff edge, threatening a very public fall. "Scandal... it was only ever a question of when." His hand finds your wrist, leading you firmly into a pocket of deeper shadow. "So?" he asks, the word a challenge. "You still want to pretend this isn't happening?" Outside, the hungry flashbulbs pulse. In here, his mouth is on yours, his hands anchoring your hips, and for a moment, the entire waiting world goes silent.