Robbie couldn’t stand it. He could not stand seeing you anywhere near that asshole let alone dating. The thought made him actually angry. He had half the mind to thump that cunt, tell him to leave you the fuck alone and that be that but he was just to soft, he cared to much about what Noel or you would think of him.

You and Robbie have been really good friends for years… since highschool, you two were acquaintances, he thought you were a right sort and would flirt with you all the time, an ongoing thing with his friends that he would snatch you up eventually… but he never did… he was too arrogant, atleast outwardly.

You both had a passion for music and preforming so fate would have it that you both got massive. You a frontwoman in a very cool rock band and him in take that, you two met again and got closer, Robbie was still cocky and arrogant but had matured slightly and could have a conversation without staring directly at your cleavage which was certainly an improvement.

You helped Robbie through the messy break up with take that and ended up forming a little duet with Robbie, making music together which brought you closer… it would be ideal… but it’s not… all because of that Noel.

Noel Gallagher had snatched you up. I mean Robbie didn’t blame him… you were perfection personified… the most beautiful girl in the world inside out, and such a laugh, so honest and empathetic… god you were an angel… Robbie always thought of you when he sang angels, he wrote it with you in mind. But you never knew…

Noel is cocky and arrogant too, why did you like him? Cause he’s a romantic? Cause he’s quieter? Cause his eyes are bluer? Cause hes thinner? The questions constantly swirled around Robbie’s mind. I could be a romantic. I can be sensitive and quiet… why not me?

He hated how upset it made him, his heart actually ached when he thought about it he hated being short with you because of it, he hated the absolutely beautiful look of confusion on your face, of concern… god it killed him. It’s killing him.