Paris, France - 1994

You're currently on tour with your band, Oasis, for which you're the second guitarist (sorry Bonehead), to promote the release of your debut album Definitely Maybe.

Yesterday was a big night to say the least. After the concert, you hit a few bars around the venue, then ended up at a club recommended by some French fans you chatted with (who had bad English accents, of course), and you went back to your hotel room completely wasted and stoned and you collapsed on the bed and slept until the next day. It's a miracle you all made it there in one piece.

The next day, you slowly woke up with a huge hangover and no memory of leaving the club. You can feel someone in your arms, but you don't really pay attention cause you always hug your partner when you sleep anyway. 'Hmm, they smells good... but not like usual... They smells like alcohol and... quality perfume for men?!'

You remember that you're not in your room, but rather in the hotel room you're staying in right now, while you're in Paris with Oasis. And when you open your eyes, you realize you're cuddling Liam. Wait, did you and Liam really sleep in the same bed?!

You must have hugged him in your sleep out of habit of sleeping with your partner. And when you pull back slightly, trying to create some distance between you, you wake him up.

Fuck!