#noel gallaghers high flying birds

[leaawrites]

Maybe later is a better time

Noel Gallagher x fem!actress!reader

Summary: where both can't flee the inevitable.

Warnings: angst, lots of angst

Wordcount: 1.1k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Masterlist

It didn’t seem to stop. Every hurdle they had to overcome seemed to lead to only another strain in their love. Another pain for their hearts.

The - stopped, but the headlines didn’t. They never would.

“They’ll try to get every drop out of this story,” her publicists said as they met up the last time, two days prior. “You’ve got the choice, stay and hurt even more or leave and feel the needle for only a second of time.”

She didn’t want to go, she had no reason to leave him. This was all worth it for her in the end, she had nothing else.

Sitting on the sofa of his house, staring out into his backyard with no one else around - not even him - she noticed that exactly that was the problem. All she had was mostly his. All she shared with him wasn’t equally separated between the two of them. Nothing that was hers was hers alone and everything that he had was outside of her reach.

And everybody knew that.

The media, the interviewers, the fans. Friends and family. The neighbours. Colleagues. And now her mind knew that too and it wouldn’t forget.

When Noel came home, every night it was the same. He’d come walking through the door, put his coat away and say that they should go out to eat and every night she’d say no to the offer of being taken out and insist that she likes it more at home. Truth been told, she knew what would be on the front page the next day. Which scared her.

She didn’t want to be able to foresee the future, especially if she knew that it was gonna be bad.

“Everything alright?” Noel asked one night as they sat together at the table after she refused to go out once again. Dinner plates in front of them. His was half empty but hers was only thrown around on the plate. Changing places but never leaving.

“Huh?” Her head snapped up at the sudden sound of his voice. “Everything’s fine.” It came almost natural; the lie falling out.

“You sure? You’ve been quiet tonight.” Letting out a little chuckle, Noel hoped that it would get at least a small smile from her. But there was nothing but emptiness in her eyes. “Usually you can’t stop talking.”

“Yeah, well maybe I don’t have anything to tell because nothing happened,” she snapped, letting the fork clink on the porcelain as it fell out of her hand.

“Alright, no need to get so tense, woman. Was just making sure you’re alright.” He meant it in a funny way. The nickname being the irony of the headlines they’d get. Normally they made a laugh tumble out her mouth and her eyes rolling. Tonight, it only worsened her mood.

“I am. I’m fine, stop asking.”

Standing up, she pushed the plate a bit further away. Walking out of the room and away from the problem. Still it followed her until late at night.

When Noel made his way up the stairs to the bedroom, pushing the door open and seeing her crying on the bed, it was like a hammer hit him. He shouldn’t have waited for so long before coming up. Who knew how long she was already sitting there like that? Broken and littered in unhappiness. Minutes, hours, maybe months.

“Love.” Walking over, he gently sat down on the mattress next to her. Taking her head in his hands and laying it down on his chest. She clung to him like he was the only safe haven that could keep her from drowning.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled in between sobs against the fabric of his shirt. Repeating the same words over and over again. “I’m so sorry. I really am. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry for anything,” he assured her. Kissing the top of her head every time a new tear slipped out of her eyes. “Just tell me what’s wrong. Please.”

He sounded almost like he was begging now, breaking her heart even more. Making her confess.

“I don’t wanna be just someone next to you. I want to be someone on my own.”

“What are you talking about, love?”

Lifting her head from his chest, she looked at his confused eyes. She could see the fear in them. The fear of the inevitable.

“I have a job in America.”

“That’s great! I’ll come and visit you, it’ll be fine. We can do it like before until you come back-”

“I’m not gonna come back.”

“What?”

She could feel his heart beat stopping in his fingertips. Could feel his breath hitching against her face. His mind falling backwards. Tumbling down a rabbit hole, waiting to find wonderland. But it never came. He only fell further.

“I’m gonna stay in the US. I have more opportunities there, more people interested in watching my movies. It’s easier if I stay there all together. It’s better if you accept that and move on as soon as possible.” She tried making it sound as painless as possible, keeping her own fear of it being the wrong decision to herself. Not wanting to hurt him even more.

“What has gotten into you, love? I can’t just move on like that.” His voice was quieter now, softer than she’d ever heard it before.

“No one would care anyway. It’s better if we do the inevitable now than when people believe this is more than a little love story.”

“Is that really what you think this is?” His fingers were shaking, falling down to his sides. Tears pricking in his eyes. He couldn’t cry now.

“I just think, that maybe later could be a better time.”

But he did.

Later, that word made the first one slip out and after that, it didn’t stop. He wasn’t a man for crying, never had been, but something about her way of saying it made his heart hurt more than ever before.

“So that’s it? You’re leaving and I’m stuck here? In this house that reminds me of you every time I walk through the door? Are you fucking serious right now?”

“It’s not like you haven’t done it before.”

“Right, just the fucker who can’t keep a relationship, huh? Easy and off.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“That’s what you said though, innit?”

She hesitated. She hesitated and that was the problem. It was the answer.

Leaving out a dry chuckle, Noel stood up. Looking out the window for a second longer, standing with his back to her before dragging his hands down his face. Taking his phone from the night stand, he didn’t look at her when he said, “I’m leaving for tonight. Go when you’re ready.”

And with that he was out the door.

She could hear his feet on the stairs, his keys jangling as he picked them up, the door of the closet closing and then, eventually, the door as he escaped the crime scene.

‘Two Graves, One Gun’ but he fled while bleeding out.

[definitely-rubbish]

get his ass clint

[weakfreak]

Welcome to the britpop!

[guigsysdinner]

real.

[trnrslvr]

just leaving this here..

( divider by @cafekitsune ౨ৎ)

[starshaped-bee]

when is it my turn

[carcrashbaby]

happy birthday to noel gallagher ✰ (5/29/1967)

[jmrww]

happy birthday old man literally dont know where would i be without you 💗💗💗

[cherryshaze]

someone (noel gallagher) wrote the words 'my eyes have always followed you around the room cause you're the only god that i will ever need' and i haven't been able to recover. who THE FUCK (noel gallagher) writes that? how do you think those words? how can you love and yearn and long and admire someone that much? how is it possible that a human being comes up with those words? insane. i heard that song at 16 and i haven't been the same since.

[music-man75]

Struck A Chord

[leaawrites]

Dance Fever

Noel Gallagher x fem!actress!reader

Summary: in which, Noel shouts her out publicaly for the first time at a concert.

Warnings: fluff, the press,

Wordcount: 0.6k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Masterlist

It was flooding her body, the music bouncing off the crowd and walls and space. His voice was making her feel comfortable. Comfortable enough to stop thinking about the preying eyes lingering on her as she stood in the VIP area, dancing to his songs.

Ever since the shopping trip they’d done, words have spread like wildfire.

‘Y/N L/N AND NOEL GALLAGHER: IS THERE LOVE IN THE AIR?’

‘SHE HAS FOUND A NEW MONEY HAVEN.’

Even the news have taken on the safe bet of views. “I mean, let’s be honest here, she’s younger. A lot younger. There can’t be anything serious about it,” one said as she turned on the TV telly two days later. A picture of them in the background.

How serious could it be?

Serious enough for her to live with him, she muttered as she changed the channel, looking around the living room that has grown familiar to her eyes.

But now, standing in the open in front of thousands of people, it felt more freeing than suffocating. Moving her body to the rhythm and singing the lyrics like she was just another face in the crowd. Applauding and laughing as Noel finished the song.

Moving the hair out of her face, she didn’t notice the camera that was now focused on her. She didn’t notice it being focused on her throughout the whole song every now and then. Her face displayed on the big screen on the side of the stage.

She didn’t notice, but Noel did. His eyes never leaving her dancing body. Smiling as he saw how much she was enjoying herself in time like these.

“I couldn’t help but notice the atmosphere over there and the person causing all the buzz,” he said, pointing out to the VIP tent and making the focus of the camera swing back to her. Cheeks red out of exhaustion or embarrassment, one could only guess. “I wanna dedicate this next song to her.”

Stepping back from the microphone for a second, looking down at his guitar to play the right chord, he didn’t notice the way her face fell. With a slack jaw and wide eyes she stood there, doing more than admiring now.

It only took the crowd one note to recognize the song that was about to play and when they did, they went wild. There, no one cared about anything other than their own entertainment. And ‘If I Had A Gun’ was one of the fan favourites. It was one of her favourites. A song he hadn’t played since his last divorce, until now.

Watching in awe, mouthing the lyrics back to him as he was staring at her, it was like a conversation they held in private. Something so intimate that no one else mattered in a crowded room. It was only them, confessing something deeper through words sung. No argument could ever bring out the same emotions as this. No amount of money could buy what they had. No voice could sound as soft as theirs together.

“You were amazing,” she said, throwing herself into his arms as he stepped of stage a couple minutes later. Mumbling sweet nothings against his neck.

Holding her close by her waist, Noel began kissing up her neck to her cheek. Making her turn her head as soon as they were near enough to kiss her lips. Closing the last gap between them in a tender motion. Moving together like they were breathing together.

It was this serious and it was enough.

[shes-thunderstormssss]

I’m sorry WHAT🤠

[definitely-rubbish]

I dismissed this song for quite a while. did not enjoy it. but having listened to it since finding out Liam called it homoerotic I have reevaluated my position. it's a masterpiece

[guigsysdinner]

growing older

[pluviophilediaries]

so i’m watching the umbrella academy and THE SOUNDTRACK??? THEY LITERALLY USE NOEL GALLAGHER THATS SO COOL?????

[hibiscus-et-etoiles]

my week on last.fm