it was 1985, noel had just turner eighteen about a month ago, you were his girl, everyone who knew noel, knew you. his mum knew about you, his brothers his friends his nan, some homeless guy outside the co op up the road, everyone.. cos thats all he could talk about.

it was about half eight, you were sat in noels shared room with his younger brother, liam, who was thirteen and pretended he hated you when he was around his family but actually frequently came to you for advice, you were also eighteen, youd met noel at your work when he was caught shoplifting about 13 months ago. and ever since then it was puppylove.

noel was laying back on his bottom bunk as you sat up next to him, in one of his manchester city football shirts. it felt like you lived their the ammount of times youd slept over.. his younger brother was laying above the both of you two listening to the beatles on his walkman trying to fall asleep as it was 11PM and he had school.

“lay down, yeah..” noel said as you were sat up, reaching a beer on his bedside table.