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Madferit: The Novel - Chapter 22

"Oi! Wake up, Our Kid. Phone's for you."

"Who is it?" Liam asked groggily blinking up at Paul.

Paul shrugged and passed him the phone.

"Hello?" He said into the receiver. "How the fuck'd ya get this number?!"

I sat up a little and watched Liam as he argued with whoever was on the other end.

"C'mon, Addie!" Paul said as he tapped my shoulder. "Tea's on downstairs. Let me fix ya a brew."

I got out of bed and followed him out the door, leaving Liam behind to cuss the poor soul on the phone.

Paul fixed me a cup of tea and sat down at the table across from me to finish his. He smiled as he put his cup to his lips and for a split second I swore he and Noel swapped places.

But I knew that wasn't possible. Noel was in London and had been ever since the band returned from touring. He was too cool for Burnage.

And clearly too cool for me.

They had a few more days before they left for Japan.

"You're seriously not gonna go?" Paul said.

"No I'm seriously not." I replied. "I've no reason to-"

"I think ya've got a very big reason if I'm honest. Two reasons if you really-"

"Stop." I said firmly.

He was about to speak again when Liam came trudging into the dining room.

"I'm goin' down London." He informed us as he headed straight for the door adjusting his duffle bag strap on his shoulder.

"Aren't ya gonna take your bird with you?" Paul asked.

"No. She likes it here."

"But if you're stayin' with Noel-"

"I'm not fuckin' stayin' with him!" Liam snapped.

Paul furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at him. "Then who the fuck ya stayin' with?" He asked.

Liam shrugged in reply.

"What the-"

"Let it go, Paul." I said calmly. I looked at Liam. "Tell Patsy I said hello."

"Fuck off!" He barked. "I'm not fuckin' goin' to see 'er!"

"Who ya gonna go see then? Your drug dealer? 'Cuz everybody knows you don't gotta leave Burnage for that."

He rolled his eyes.

"But then again you did say Patsy's got all the good gear."

"Fuck off, Tix! Seriously!" He exclaimed before heading out the door.

"Are you really just gonna sit there and let him treat you like that?" Paul asked pointing at where Liam had just disappeared.

"What difference does it make?" I said. "If he's gonna cheat, he's gonna cheat. Who am I to stop him?"

"His girlfriend. And you don't deserve to be-"

"Just drop it, Paul! Please! Just stop!" I got up from the table and left the house.

The sky was gray and looked like rain was coming. It was summer but the weather was total shit. Back home, I guess the weather was stellar. The thought made me pine a little for going back.

But I didn't.

I went far enough away from the house just in time before the tears started to flow.

'Stop crying!' I ordered myself. 'He's not yours! Stop fucking crying!'

The band left for Japan and I stayed in England. Peggy insisted I stay with her. I already had been when Liam was still home. He refused to stay at his flat.

"You're probably sick of it." He reasoned.

'Probably not as much as you.' I thought.

Peggy became a surrogate mother to me while Paul was like another older brother. It was nice to have them both in my life. They gave me a sense of normalcy even with all the hype swirling around Oasis. You would've never guessed they were related to the band.

I also got integrated into their family which consisted of a couple of Peggy's sisters, their husbands, and their children. One big, happy, Irish family. And I loved every minute I got to spend with them.

Noel was right in a way about Manchester being pretty boring. Don't get me wrong, I loved being there but Burnage was relatively quiet. Paul told me Noel had no desire to come back even for visits. It made me feel bad for their mother.

I had a hard time believing that was true though. He loved their soccer team – the other one I guess. Not the one everybody knows about. Why would he do that if he wasn't proud of where he was from?

I don't know why I bothered asking those questions. Actually, I didn't even ask them. I just thought about them in my head to pass the time until the boys got back. It allowed my mind to escape my constant thoughts of Liam and wondering what the fuck he was up to.

But it wasn't easy. The checkout lines at the grocery store were always stocked with tabloids featuring him and Noel on the cover. From backstage arguments to shit being thrown from hotel room windows, the news agencies updated us commoners about all their latest antics. It was very rare to see Bonehead and Guigsy's name get mentioned though.

'And to think, they started the band.' I mused.

Alan rarely got mentioned either but I wasn't arsed to care. He was a good drummer and Liam's new best friend but I don't know...I fell in love with the original band not the added professionals.

Peggy had scrapbooks going of every article the boys got a mention in. It was fun to flip through them and see it all. I don't think she missed a single article.

One evening, Peggy, Paul, and I went to some relatives' house for dinner. I kept thinking how Noel always said they weren't the type of family to do this sort of thing yet there we were. People laughed and joked around. They were all really loud and really funny. Paul and Peggy had such big smiles on their faces and so did I.

The night ended and it was time for bed. I was given free range of Liam and Noel's old room. I'd grown accustomed to sleeping in Liam's bed just because that's how things had been when he got back from the European leg of the tour.

The room was really quiet. I turned the lamp on and gazed around. Liam left some clothes laying on the floor near his dresser before he took off for London. I couldn't tell if they were dirty or clean. He had another pile of boxers and t-shirts wadded up on the floor by the foot of the bed. Empty cigarette packs and what looked like pieces of rolling paper were scattered on the top of the dresser. There were a couple City posters on the wall but surprisingly nothing to do with John Lennon or the Beatles anywhere in sight.

Noel's side of the room was a completely different story. His bed was still made and it had been since Christmas. But I suppose there hadn't been a reason for it to get unmade.

"We should shag in it." Liam suggested as we lay in his one night. "Get my spunk all over his fuckin' sheets. Show 'im who the real Chief is."

My response to that was a big hell no. I wasn't into his sick little games, charming as some of them might've been.

It was easy to tell Noel had been moved out for quite some time. Apparently since before Oasis even began. Still, he must've had some reason to leave his bed, dresser, and posters behind.

Fuck knows Supernova Heights was big enough to store them.

I crawled into Liam's bed and stared across the room at Noel's. I tried to picture him lying there sighing and rolling over in his sleep.

I fell asleep sometime later but woke up to the sound of the phone ringing down the hall.

"Fuck's sake!" Paul groaned across the hallway.

I heard him get up and saunter out of his room towards the phone.

"Hello?" He said. "Whoa! Calm down, mate!" He paused for a second then continued. "She's asleep. No. I'm not gonna fuckin' mither her for-. Alright alright! Just fuckin' calm down! She ain't gonna be able to understand ya when you're talkin' so fuckin' fast."

I gasped when I heard his footsteps coming towards the bedroom. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep as the door creaked open.

"Addie?" He whispered.

"Hmm?" I replied stretching a little as I opened my eyes.

"The phone's for you." He held it out to me. "It's Noel. He's freakin' out."

I took the phone from him and wondered what the heck was going on as I brought it up to my ear. "Hello?" I said into it.

"Ya need to come over here! Now!" Noel replied quickly. "I fuckin' miss ya too much and I can't fuckin'-"

"You guys'll be home in like two days. Surely you can make it without me 'til then."

"No I can't. No I fuckin' can't! It's fuckin' mental over here. I can't fuckin' sleep! I need ya here to make it better. Please! I'm beggin' ya and y'know I don't beg for nothin'!"

"Noel-"

"He's fuckin' cheatin' on ya!" He interrupted me. "He's got all these little Japanese birds in and outta his room. He thinks he's John Lennon or summat."

"Well hasn't he always thought that?!" I asked trying to fight back the tears.

"Yeah but-"

I pushed the button on the phone to hang up on him. I couldn't listen to the bull shit regardless of whose mouth it came out of. I handed the phone back to Paul and the tears began.

"Addie?" He said curiously. "What's the-"

"Just leave me alone." I sobbed. "Please!"

He sighed and then turned around and left the room.

I felt like I was in a haze during those final hours before the boys returned. I spent the majority of them with Kelly trying to distract myself from it all.

"So you and Tony are like the real deal, I take it?" I said as we rummaged through a clothing rack at some store in city centre.

"Yeah I guess." She replied. "But we're not rushing anything. Just taking it slow and enjoying the ride."

Tony said he felt really good now that he was done with the band. I don't think he was fronting. He quit drugs and felt a lot healthier.

But he still had something up his sleeve.

"They're tryin' to say I'm not allowed the credit for 'Some Might Say' 'cuz I was sacked." He told me when I stopped by theirs for tea one afternoon. "Well, Noel's really the one that's sayin' it. I played the drums when they recorded it and I'll be damned if I don't get the royalities."

"So what's your plan?" I asked.

"I've been in touch with a solicitor. The one who represented Pete Best! BigUn said he'd do his bit to help out as well. He reckons we should go down London and bust down Noel's front gate."

I chuckled louder than I originally planned at the thought of it. BigUn was fucking crazy and it definitely wasn't wise to rub him the wrong way.

'God help him!' I thought as I imagined Noel at the sight of that lot trying to break into his house.

It rained the night before the band came back. I stayed at Peggy's again so I'd be ready to greet Liam when he walked through the front door. I was still mad and shocked at Noel's statements about him but I knew I could put up a good front if I tried hard enough.

I lay in Liam's bed counting down the final few hours. The rain had stopped and things were quiet again. I stared at Noel's empty bed and just thought about everything.

Why would he be so cruel to tell me Liam cheated over the phone? It's not that I was that shocked by it. I knew there were groupies everywhere they went and the boys loved the attention, Liam especially. He was the frontman and he was absolutely stunning. Even before the band I heard girls always threw themselves at him.

But why would Noel try to hurt me? Maybe he wasn't trying though. Maybe it was a mix of the drugs and his shyness that he just fucked up. I only believed about half of what he said most of the time. Like Liam, he didn't always come off as super trustworthy especially when he was angry.

My mind switched to the thought of the groupies from all over the world. I remember sitting on the bus watching the boys make their way back to it as the girls flooded their path. Liam had a big grin on his face as he gave hugs and kisses on cheeks while he signed autographs and such. Noel looked slightly less happy, never smiling when people shoved cameras in his face. He signed his name on whatever they offered and hurried on down the line to the bus as fast as he could.

Then I thought about the time I caught Liam with Patsy in the hotel room. They were just sitting there on the floor. If it was anybody else you'd have thought they were just playing a game but maybe they were. Liam liked games and he played Patsy like a cat does with a string. It was getting harder and harder to tell who was the cat and who was the string though.

When I was finally pissed off enough, I got out of Liam's bed and crawled into Noel's. His pillows still had a faint smell of his shampoo. Paul said he never quit using the stuff he had when he was a roadie. I guess it was an unwritten rule that everyone involved with the Inspiral Carpets had to grow their hair out like the band. At least, that's what Paul figured anyway.

I adjusted my head on the pillows and pulled the blankets up over my shoulders. His bed warmed up quickly and it didn't take long for me to fall asleep.

"What the fuck ya doin' in my bed?" That familiar voice said.

I looked up and blinked at his silhouette, the street light outside allowing a bit of his face to be visible. "This ain't your bed." I replied. "You moved out, remember? Can't be arsed to come back."

"That's not true! I had to come back so I could rescue you."

I rolled my eyes. "Where's Liam?"

"Fuck knows." He shrugged. "Down London, I guess. Said he'd meet us there."

"I'm not going to London." I said firmly.

"Yes y'are! Even if I have to fuckin' drag ya there."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are!" He argued. "You can even come now if you fuckin' scoot over." He chuckled.

"Piss off you dick!" I exclaimed. "This is my room-"

"I think you'll find this is my room."

"Not anymore! You left it along with all your shit behind. Your mother says this is my room now and everyone knows what she says goes."

"Is that so?" He asked.

"Yes." I replied. I pointed. "You can go sleep in Liam's bed or you can fuck off as far as I'm concerned."

He shook his head. "I'm not sleepin' in his fuckin' bed. I'm sleepin' with you. Scoot over!"

"No!"

"Addie!"

"Make me!" I ordered.

"Alright." He nodded. He took his jacket off and then his t-shirt. Then came his jeans and socks and then finally all he had left were his boxers. He walked over to the bed and leaned down. "Move over." He said as he pushed on my shoulder.

I stared at him focusing on the glassiness of his surprisingly clear eyes.

He jumped on top of me and planted his lips right on mine. He put his weight down on me as he braced himself on his arms around either side of my head.

I cupped my hands around the back of his head as I pulled him close. I wrapped my legs around his hips and attempted to push his boxers off with my feet.

He giggled against my lips. "Your 'ands'd probably work better." He said.

I reached down and grabbed the waistband of his boxers. I slid them off his hips and down his legs and let him kick them the rest of the way off.

"Now for yours." He said.

He moved his hands and put them on my underwear. He tugged on them to signal me to lift my hips.

I did so and he gingerly pulled them down and off.

He repositioned himself and then slid inside me. "Jesus!" He giggled as I tightened around him. "Ease up a little. I like ya bein' tight but fuck me!"

I relaxed myself as I held onto the back of his head.

"Good girl."

Our hips swung together and all the bad thoughts just disappeared.

"I've missed you." He said into my ear. "I've missed you so fuckin' much! Don't ever fuckin' do that to me again. Don't ever fuckin' run-" He stopped himself with a moan. "Don't ever fuckin' run away from me again!"

"Okay." I replied breathlessly.

There was a knock on the door a few hours later when the morning sun was finally out. Noel and I both woke up to the sound of it although I think I was more awake.

The door opened to reveal Paul standing there...with eyes as big as dinner plates.

"Oh shit-"

"Don't! Say! A word!" Noel warned him.

"Alright." He replied holding his hands up. "The kettle's on if you lot are interested."

"Course we fuckin' are! We'll be down in a minute, right?"

Paul nodded and then headed back down the hall.

"Where's me boxers?" Noel asked as he looked around the bed. "What'd you fuckin' do with 'em?"

"What makes you think I did something with them?" I asked.

"'Cuz ya nicked 'em from me last night! I know ya did."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"Where'd ya put 'em?" He continued.

I just shrugged in reply.

"Ya better not be wearin' 'em!"

"And what are you gonna do if I am?" I asked.

He smirked at me then moved and got on top of me. "First, I'll take 'em back." He said as he grabbed a hold of the waistband of his boxers and slid them off. "Then, I'll tuck into me breakfast." He leaned over to the side of my head. "And fuck knows you taste a hell of a lot better than any tea." He whispered into my ear.

I giggled as he moved down. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed as he tongued my hip bones. I spread my legs as he began sucking on my inner thigh.

He moved down and down and down until he was close to my intimate area.

"Stop." I said breathlessly.

"Not 'til I finish ya." He replied between kisses.

"The tea's gonna get cold."

"Fuck the tea! I'm more concerned about you gettin' cold. I can warm ya up better than any fuckin' brew can."

"Well that may be so." I said as I sat up and moved out of his tongue's reach. "But I want tea."

He looked at me curiously. "More than ya want me?" He asked innocently.

I pursed my lips trying to think of what to say. "Come on. Let's get dressed."

"We'll finish what we started later, yeah?" Noel said as we headed for the stairs.

"Yeah." I agreed.

Goodness knows part of me was game for it.

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