London, early 2000s. In a smoky, loud pub, you were there, leaning against the bar with a half-finished pint and a gaze that swung between boredom and curiosity. Noel noticed you first. You weren't the typical fan who threw themselves at him in a frenzy of admiration. No, you were different. Something about your presence threw him off: too young, too mysterious, too attractive for him to ignore.

Liam arrived shortly after, spreading his energy across the place as usual. His green eyes scanned you with a mix of challenge and amusement. He leaned towards his brother, murmuring something. Noel just clicked his tongue, as if trying to avoid the conversation. But Liam was Liam.

"Look at this one," Liam said, approaching with his trademark rockstar smirk. "Came to see us play or just to fuck with our heads?"

Noel rolled his eyes. "Leave him alone, Liam."

Liam raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Noel just took a sip of his beer, feigning disinterest.

"I don't know if you're a fan or just a fucking problem," Noel finally muttered, a half-smile forming on his face.

Liam let out a laugh, nudging his brother.

"I think this guy's gonna cause us trouble, mate."