Being on tour was a tiring experience. After months on the road, going from a big concert to another in crowded stadiums, Noel’s sleep schedule was completely messed up. With his new bad habit of sleeping in any place and almost any position - at this point, he could just take a nap standing if anyone was looking -, your job was extending from backstage assistant to personal nanny of a band member.

It wasn’t any of your business, after all, you were there for the money and the opportunity to visit a new city every weekend, but anyone could see you paid extra attention to Noel, and in every opportunity you would go there and put on a blanket over him when he was asleep in the trailer’s couch, or when he ended up sleeping in the backseat of the van and you didn’t immediately wake him up after resting his head - maybe not so accidentally - on your shoulder…

During one of those little signs of care you kept demonstrating, Noel wasn’t fully asleep when you pulled the blanket over him and squeezed a pillow under his head. You had to figure it out by the way his breath wasn’t as usual, indicating he was awake, but, well… You just noticed when you heard his voice, low and tired.

“Am I giving you too much trouble, love?” his tone was playful and affectionate. “You should ask for a raise, been payin’ attention to me ever since the tour began.”

In all honesty, Noel was aware of all the quiet demonstrations of care, and you probably didn’t know that he was also doing a little bit of that quiet care - after all, you weirdly got your coffee exactly how you liked every morning, and you knew damn well none of your co-workers knew the info to get it right.