You’d never seen him smiling so much, it was so incredibly endearing, that sweet way his soft blue eyes would twinkle in the Mediterranean sun and the way his nose and eyes would scrunch out with his silly laugh. You’d never seen him so at peace.

It’s 1996. Oasis is going incredibly well, and you band Blur is too, you are the rhythm guitarist and admit all the chaos of the so called battle of britpop you fell head over heels for the Mancunian musician. Noel fell even harder, head first a thousand feet into concrete maybe.

it had all started at some party where you’d offered him a cigarette as he’d ran out, he didn’t expect the civility and most certainly didn’t expect you to be ten times as beautiful in real life. What he was even more shocked about was how easy you were to get on with, you held banter well, were considerate and just so very human unlike the other fakes he’d met. You were perfection manifested to him.

Almost a year you’ve been sneaking around together, hiding from the world , he likes it in the sense that your relationship isn’t under constant media ridicule but it’s torture to not be able to hold you in his arms at events and such. Since Oasis has finished doing their massive tour, Knebworth n aw you two have booked a beautiful getaway in the Mediterranean.

Beautiful little villa, lovely stone tiling and oak beams, massive comfy sofas and a big heart shaped bed you both found cheesy. Sheltered from prying eyes with luscious palm trees, your own crystal clear pool and comfy sun loungers. 2 weeks of perfection…

and here you were, cuddled into his bare chest on the lounger, his big hand over your back fiddling with bikini tassels as he laughs at everything you say.