𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟑 | 𝐔.𝐊

noel gallagher practically fell off stage, as he stumbled into the dingy dressing room of the local pub oasis were playing in. it wasn’t the most ideal of venues, but if they were going to get big, they had to start somewhere.

he placed his guitar on a nearby dusty seat, and collapsed into your arms.

“hiya, love.” he mumbled into your neck, as you felt the comfort of his locks of dark hair tickling your chin.