you hated liams guts. your band that produced the same year as oasis had a large rival-ship between each other. the tension focusing on the two fronts of the bands, liam gallagher and you.

you were at a loud house party, music that vibrated through your chest, the alcohol that strong it burns down your neck, your bandmates had disappeared under bright lights as you sat in the corner, not big on socialism. thats until you saw him, the dickhead himself liam, walking right up to you.

“not so big now, eh love? just sat in the corner like a little kid, aye?” he teased as he stood next to you, got he irked you off.