noel was a yearner. he set his eyes on you as soon as he saw you back in ‘91 at oasis’ first ever gig. he locked eyes on you and never let go. and honestly how could he? you were gorgeous. eyes that shined as bright as the stars, your sun kissed skin, your beautiful smile.. god he found it perfect, and clearly you were a fan of his music as he saw you at every single one of his gigs with his band.

oasis had just done their biggest gig yet in 1993 and were celebrating with a few drinks in their home city of manchester. he was sat in a booth with him, bonehead and liam. it was his turn to go get some beers so he got up and walked over to the bar. there he saw you. it was you. the girl at all his gigs, the one with the drop dead gorgeous smile and that sun kissed skin.

you made eye contact, giving him a small smile as you turned away to go drink with some mates. his eyes following you all around the room. god he wanted to talk to you, to get your number, to listen to your voice. thats all he wanted. so he follows after you like a lost puppy.

“‘ey! miss, can i- can i buy ‘ye a pint?” he said, god what if you didnt like beer.. “or any drink at all! i dont mind.. im not cheap!” he says, grabbing his wallet as liam shouts at him to hurry up with the beer.