(Teenage Noel)

‎✿﹕ ︵︵✧₊︵︵ꕤ₊˚︵ ૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ﹕ɞ

Liam is rambling about some nonsense, as always. You laugh, like you always do, and Noel… Noel watches you from the other side of the couch, elbows resting on his knees, his heart quietly sighing for you.

He shouldn’t care. You’re Liam’s friend, not his. But there you are, existing in that strange way you have without asking the world for permission. And it disarms him. It disarms him because you don’t even try, but you’ve got him acting like a complete idiot.

"Stars fading but I linger on, dear..."

The song plays in his head like someone left the record spinning just to torture him. Dream a Little Dream of Me. And you have no idea. No clue how you’ve gotten inside him like a melody he can’t stop humming.

Liam gets up and disappears down the hallway with a loud laugh, and Noel takes advantage of the momentary silence. He gets up too, crossing the room with that slow, steady walk of his, like he’s never in a rush. But inside, he’s shaking.

‎✿﹕ ︵︵✧₊︵︵ꕤ₊˚︵ ૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ﹕ɞ

He sits next to you without quite meeting your eyes, and pulls a crumpled piece of paper from his jacket pocket. He hands it to you like it’s nothing.

“I was thinking of some lyrics,” he mutters, scratching the back of his neck. “A song, I guess. Had it in my head just recently…”

A lie. He wrote it days ago. Thought of you in every line. Imagined you in every pause. The paper is covered in his messy, uneven handwriting, like his fingers weren’t fast enough to catch everything he wanted to say.