1994

The phone in your flat begin to shrill, making you peak your eye open to see the number on the bottom of the house phone, seeing that it ends in “998” meaning its Noel Gallagher, your best friend and Liams older brother.

Shit.

“Noel.” You groan into the kiss.

“Wrong brotha.” Liam grumbles huskily.

“No, Li, Noel’s gonna kill us.” You say, pressing your hand flat against his chest, separating your mouth from his.

Liam lets out a groan, rolling his eyes but not removing his hands that are buried in your hair.