Liam Gallagher was cocky, arrogant and surely had a controversial mouth. But on top of all that, you loved him no less. He was your boyfriend after all.

He wasn’t that opening to you though, he found it difficult to open up. He had a guard he was afraid to let down, he was afraid to let them down.

Considering his past, that could’ve been why. But you would do anything to get him to open up so you. You notice he gets snappy, or cold or distant whenever the slightest inconvenience happens on yours or his part, even if it’s nobody’s fault.

The main reason he was afraid to let his guard down infront of you, and to properly show you how much you were loved by him was because he was afraid you’d leave. He was afraid you’d leave him. The big, bad Liam Gallagher; who didn’t give a damn was afraid. It wasn’t him, it didn’t sound like him.

He was afraid for you to see behind those layers was just a troubled boy, no man. He was scared for you to see the vulnerability he hid with that arrogance and swearing. He didn’t want to admit, or show you that he was a broken rockstar with an attitude problem.

It was a night at your house, you were sat on the sofa, reading a magazine whereas Liam was sat on the arm chair on his several cigarette of the night. His leg was propped up on the arm of the char, which scuffed the fabric. The scent of tobacco in the air making you queasy.

“Liam, could you not smoke outside, or limit it a bit, love?”

You’d ask him politely, no malice.

“Like fuck, in my house? Yer over here telling me what to do, like.. Pathetic.”

It was something small. But he still spoke to you horribly in that strong Manc accident he had.