#roadie noel gallagher

[leaawrites]

Kiss the girl

Liam Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary:

Warnings: bit of angst, Liam calling Noel a cunt, bad flirting, making out,

Wordcount: 1.6k

Masterlist, Part 1, Part 3

Standing behind the little curtain that separated the backstage area and the bar, Liam felt that his palms were sweatier than ever before. His eyes always finding their way back to the same person, leaning with their back against the bar. Waiting like everyone else. She stood next to him, lips moving in conversation and quirking up in a smile every once in a while.

“Who’s that beside your bird, Gallagher?” Guigsy asked, peeking out beside him, noticing the distant look in his eyes.

“Noel, me brother. Remember him?” Liam had told them endless stories about his childhood with Noel, mostly to complain whenever he called and his mother was all over him once more.

“Think you’ve mentioned him, yeah.” The sarcasm evident in his tone. “Let’s get it on.”

It wasn’t like Noel came in there that night without any expectations. He did, only that they were pretty low. Liam had asked him to stop by to see them play, to see him sing and eventually to make him join the band. It wasn’t his first thought, it wasn’t even in his head until Bonehead proposed the idea, sensing that most of their songs were either shit or covers.

He knew how Noel could get, how he most definitely wanted to make it his band if he was in it. At the beginning they agreed that it was their band, everyone had a say in it. Noel would most likely change that.

The lights seemed brighter than ever before as he stepped out of the shadows. The cheers were drowned by his nerves. He had never felt like this before. His usual over confidence was still behind the curtain, laughing at him as it saw the little hints of fear shimmering in his eyes.

Looking over the crowd once more, counting until his start, he found his way back towards the same direction. Only now, his eyes were drawn to the girl next to Noel. The one who was looking up at him with a faint encouraging smile dancing on her lips while her head bobbed to the beat of the drums. The one who he couldn’t get out of his head since the day at the bar. The one who had him tossing and turning late at night when he couldn’t sleep and just saw her face instead of darkness.

A small smile found it’s way on his face before he closed his eyes, leaned forward a bit more and started singing.

“You seemed nervous up there,” she commented, her mind travelling back towards him standing on the little stage. His lips so close to the mic that it felt like she could feel his breath through the speakers and down her spine. Sending a shock of lightning through her system and making her shiver in the middle of sweating bodies.

They were stood outside, watching the moon instead of walking towards her house like they should be.

After his performance, Liam was greeted by his friends first, claps on his back and ‘fucking hell, you murdered it up there�� falling from their mouths like normal ‘good job’s would sound to anyone else. He appreciated the praise, though he’d heard it from them too often to actually still believe he was as good as they said. They had no idea about music anyway.

Fighting his way through the little crowd surrounding him, he made it towards her. ‘You wanna go home?’ falling from his lips, making her nod. He acknowledged Noel with a small nod of his head before walking after her, his hand sitting on the small of her back to get her safely through the crowd. She’d told him, that she couldn’t stay long after and he promised to walk her home as soon as he was done with the show.

So now they stood in the middle of the street, both looking up at the moon.

“Me brother’s back, said he was coming to see me sing, though I doubted he would actually stop by,” he said, his voice quieter than ever before. He didn’t need to be so loud now that he was stood so close to her with only silence and a few mild sounds surrounding them.

“Noel, right?” His eyes snapped towards her, surprised that she knew his name. “We had a little chat before your performance and he let it slip. He seems nice.”

“He’s a cunt,” Liam corrected her, looking back up at the bright bulb of light lingering over their heads like a spotlight.

“But you still care about his opinion.”

“I don’t.”

“Then why were you so nervous about playing in front of him?” Her eyebrows moved up as she knew that she wasn’t wrong, she never was. Looking at the small smirk on her lips as she realized she’d won the argument, Liam just wanted to lean down and kiss it away. Replacing it with the shy look she gave him when he cleaned the foam from her face and the blush on her cheeks, that appeared because of him.

Taking in a deep breath, he began rambling to keep the other thoughts away. “He’s always been better than me, alright? Always the favourite child, always the one everyone liked more. People like me but they don’t care about me how they do with Noel. I’m just some passing by for when you’re bored. He likes music for way longer than I do, wanted to be in a band and all that. Never got there though, always just a roadie never a part of the band. Now, the others said that we should take him in because he’s a good writer and he can play guitar, all that nonsense. He’ll just ruin it all if he joins.”

“Well, see me as someone who’s willing to stay with you then.”

It was a simple sentence, nothing meant beyond friendship. Still it made his heart jump a beat, a loud tone of silence replacing every other thought in his head. God, why did she have to be so perfect?

“Don’t you write as well?” He asked, remembering the little poems she used to write in their English class. Too afraid to ever read them out loud and too ashamed of her own thoughts to let them be read by anyone else.

“Only poems, not songs.”

“So, you’re a poet?” The smirk she knew all too well by now appeared on his face as he started teasing her again. His eyes crinkling as he held back a laugh.

“No. Just a girl with lots of feelings.” Exhaling deeply, she made it sound more dramatic than it was meant to be.

“That’s nice though, innit? Having things feel important enough to wanna make them last forever?” Liam always envied Noel for having such a talent with words,

“Quite a poet yourself, I see.”

“Nah, love. That’s all you.” Turning towards her, Liam pushed his hands in the pockets of his jacket. Smiling softer than she’d ever seen. “You make a poet.” It was nothing more above a whisper, but with how close he stood, she could even feel his breath fan down her cheeks.

Turning her head away from him, she cleared her throat. This wasn’t what he intended to keep on doing. However sweet it may seem, it was only an act, right?

“Anyway, who cares about guitarists anyway? I’ve seen this band one or two years back, ‘Seymour’ - I think they’re called ‘Blur’ now or summat. Doesn’t matter. Do you think they were all over their guitarist? Hell no. Every girl in that crowd only had eyes for their singer.”

“You as well?” He asked, stepping closer to get her attention back. Not satisfied with only her hearing, he wanted her all. Every little piece and space of her mind, he wanted for it to be occupied by him.

“No comment on that.” A blush crept up her neck, not quite reaching her face but it was enough to make him chuckle and feel a bit of jealousy prickle up in him at the same time.

“So, you like lead-singers, huh?”

“I liked him,” she said, looking at him challenging. Her eyes sparkling with mischievous.

“I like you.”

Before she could properly process his word, she felt his hands on her neck and his lips on hers. His hold making her turn her body towards him fully. The force of his grip making her stumble towards him, her hands resting on his chest to stable herself.

Moving his lips against hers, he noticed his mistake as soon as their lips met. How was he supposed to stop now? With her soft, warm lips fitting so perfectly to his chapped, cold ones that made it feel like it was meant to be like that forever, how was he supposed to not kiss her again after that night?

“You’re a dickhead, Liam,” she mumbled against his lips, not wanting to part but the fresh air in her lungs felt like cold water running down her throat as she breathed in, panting.

“No need to compliment me already, love. I’ve only kissed you once yet.” Liam smiled, not loosening his hold on her face. Leaning their foreheads together and closing his eyes in contempt of the moment.

“So there’s gonna be more of that?” He could hear the smirk in her voice. Chuckling at the image of how they must look to someone walking by. Two idiots standing in the middle of the street.

If they’d die, at least they’d die together.

Moving her hands down his chest and under his shirt, she could feel his heartbeat drumming against her fingertips. Her usual warm skin feeling cold against his. Liam was filled with true warmth for the first time in his life and it was all due to her. He was doomed and he knew it.

“Way more.”

[black--lilly]

Guitar solo

His fingers itch for his guitar but he hasn't had a chance to get off in days, and he's finally got the room to himself, at least for now.

He's a hot-blooded young lad, got to get it wherever he can. Set during the Inspiral Carpets era.

[nonogalego]

The Roadie Noel Gallagher, 1991

Noel Gallagher nos seus tempos de roadie do Inspiral Carpets, durante a turnê da banda nos Estados Unidos em 1991.

Fonte: James Hargreaves (instagram: @/jameshargreavesguitar)

[guigsysdinner]

roadie noel <3

‘ROADIE NOEL!!!’ we all chant in unison.

[venusasnb]

yeah sure. whatever that means

[starshapedoasis]

[cardinalfirefly]

LIAM???💀

Source: twitter

[elizabear]

if noel gallagher had tried this on the inspiral carpets they would’ve accepted it without question and said, “take a week, babe, you’ve earned it!! 💖💖”

[leaawrites]

This is better

Noel Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: when Noel misses a New Year's party she can't explain it to herself, so she goes to find him.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, bit suggestive, language, fluff

Wordcount: 1k

Masterlist

Stumbling through the crowd, she felt her head spinning, the heels of her shoes pressing into her feet the longer she walked in them, blisters forming on her skin. New Year’s celebrations were supposed to be fun, but with no one around to have fun with it seemed rather boring to her now.

The idea was nice at first, inviting to leave her flat for one night and not stay with her family longer than the Christmas holidays. Liam had asked her if she wanted to come around, spent some time with Noel since ‘he wasn’t such a massive cunt whenever she was around’ as he told her over the phone. Back then she could hear Noel in the background, telling him to shut it and not tell such bollocks. Though it made a warm spread in her chest, the thought that Noel was acting different around her. Easier, nicer.

It was a nice thought to think about at night.

Though now she doubted it as she looked around the room, searching for one face in particular and not finding it. Noel Gallagher was nowhere to be seen. Whether he was already off with some new bird or never even there, it made her chest ache.

Catching Liam’s back as he awkwardly moved to the beat of the music, she made her way over to him. Tapping his shoulder and making him turn to her. “Hey, love.” He slurred his words as he greeted her, a lulling smile on his lips. “You enjoying yourself?”

“Would be if I got someone by my side,” she answered, laughing at his state. “Liam, do you know where R'kid is?”

“Oh, yeah, ‘bout him. Fucking cunt stayed in the studio, saying some bullshit about having an idea.” He waved it off as ‘typical Noel’ before turning around again and continuing flirting with the girl pressed against his front.

What the fuck? What was Noel doing in the studio at New Year’s?

What did she have better to do? she asked herself as she stumbled down the street. Her shoes still hurting, trying to find an excuse to turn around and not enter the building she now stood in front. Not even the secretary sat at her table anymore, a sign that nobody else should here. Still she was, walking towards the soft guitar strumming she heard coming from one of the studios.

Pushing the door open, she watched Noel for a bit. His back turned towards her, his eyes looking out the small window that showed him the fireworks already going off in the distance. He wanted to go out there and have fun, so why was he sitting here?

“Why you still here, Rock star?” she asked, breaking the comfortable silence with her voice and the closing sound of the door behind her. Walking over to the small couch she could finally tear the heels from her feet, relaxing her body into the cushion. “Shouldn’t you be partying like anyone else?”

“Shouldn’t you be too?” he asked, ignoring her first question and making her roll her eyes as a smirk spread on his face.

She was here with him instead of somewhere else, he thought. Why was she here with him?

“It was boring without you,” she answered, the alcohol making her speak her mind than what was reasonable to tell him.

“Boring without me? I barely do anything on these type of parties. Liam’s more fun,” he answered, strumming again.

“I don’t think so.” She shook her head. “You’re loads of fun, Noel.”

Patting the empty space beside her on the sofa, she pouted her lips to make him feel guilty and go over to her. At the sight of her plum lips almost begging for him, he couldn’t deny her anything. She could’ve asked him to buy her a house and he would’ve said yes in a heartbeat if she only looked at him like that.

Once he was sat beside her, his body stiff, she threw one of her legs over his lap, cuddling into his side. It made him relax momentarily before he realised what kind of position they were in. He could feel her breath on his neck, fawning down his skin. Her lips close to his ear, making a shiver run down his spine.

“Oh, love,” he whispered, the nickname not being a new one. Still it made her chest erupt with butterflies at how it sounded now. So soft and delicate, almost like he was begging.

“What?” she asked, smiling as she felt his hand running up and down her leg. Letting out a little yelp as he pulled her closer, making her straddle his lap, laughing at the action and it’s suddenness.

“Why weren’t you at the party?” she asked once more, her fingers running over his cheek, down over his jaw. Holding her finger over the pulsing skin of his lips. Feeling at how soft the felt.

“Couldn’t see you kissing some bloke at midnight,” he confessed, overwhelmed with the sudden closeness to her. His eyes travelling down from her eyes to her lips, a smile forming on them.

“I was waiting for you,” she said, explaining her own reason for leaving. “Wanted you to kiss me at midnight.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his eyes widening.

Nodding her head, he made his mind up. It was now or never. Brushing a piece of hair from her face behind her ear, he held her face in his hand, feeling her lean into his touch. Her lips brushing over his palm, moving down his wrist she left little pecks on his skin before she leaned forward, capturing his lips with hers.

A soft moan leaving his lips at the contact.

“It’s not midnight yet,” he reminded her, mumbling against her lips between kisses.

“I don’t care,” she said. “Are you sad you missed the party?”

“No,” he said. “This is better.”

His hand travelled down her face, over her chest and to her waist. Softly grabbing her skin there with one hand, the other one lingering just beneath her breast, pulling her closer.

[philcollinsenjoyer]

clear the searches noel gallagher great roadie noel gallagher hardworking

[biblical-chronicles]

Majestical Masterlist

Noel Gallagher

Cigarettes & Alcohol (courage)

where the reader just can't resist telling (or rather showing) Noel how she feels after a few drinks. The press also cannot resist splattering the private moment across their front pages to remind the somewhat hangover reader exactly what happened last night.

Kissing lessons

where the reader decides to confess to Noel that she is yet to have her first kiss after her bandmates tease her. Lucky for her, Noel offers his services.

You're the one I want

where Noel can't stand the sight of the reader and Liam hanging out together so when she comes over to ask if Liam is in, he finally asks her why has she not chosen him. Little does he know that the reader distances herself from him as she harbours feelings for him too.

Addressing the unspoken

where Noel can't stand the sight of the reader chatting with Damon Albarn and finally decides to address the unspoken connection he has had with her for the longest time now.

Breaking the script

where the reader is cast in a High Flying Birds music video but the line between acting and reality becomes quite blurry.

The weight of waiting

where Noel has always felt summat for the reader but she refused to acknowledge it, until potential competition arrived at the scene.

Fan-service

where Noel is so starstruck by the reader, that he can't even let a word out, especially as she presses against him to finally nail a riff that has been stuck in her head.

Fan-service pt 2 where they make it official and Liam can't hide his excitement over Noel being hailed solely as the reader's boyfriend

Forbidden Frequencies

where an unsuspecting Noel ends up with Albarn's sister, to the dismay of both Damon and Liam.

Picture Perfect

where Noel finds a photo that hits him hard, reminding him of everything he’s been missing while stuck in the studio. Realizing he’s wasted too much time, he knows he needs to go home and make it right. [18+]

Where we left off

where the reader and Noel rekindle their childhood crushes.

Back Home

where Noel comes back from tour starved of connection.

Tied together

where the reader doesn't know exactly how to tell Noel about her positive pregnancy test.

Home early

where the reader cheers Noel up after he injures himself during sound check [18+]

Irresistible

the reader's summer dress proves to be a useful tool. [18+]

Early Years

where the reader stumbles upon Noel's childhood pictures and can't help but tease him a little.

In the hands of love

where Noel's hands don't stay solely on the fretboard [18+]

Gifted

where Noel's heartfelt christmas gift leads to a confession, meanwhile Liam makes sure to keep tradition alive (in his own way)

Flashed

where the reader, pregnant with Noel's child, is rescued by the brothers from paparazzi.

Take a chance

where a chance meeting while smoking behind the pub leads to summat more [18+]

Questioning

where Noel asks the reader about a "dilf" sign he saw at his gig

Back to us

where Anaïs manages to get Noel and the reader to address their past feelings during a chance meeting

Caught offside

where Noel tries to educate the reader while watching the match but she just can't focus [18+]

Back to you

where Noel finally returns from touring as a roadie, and in the quiet of their little flat, him and the reader take the next step in their relationship [18+]

Say the words

where the reader tries to make Noel finally say the magic three words.

Reunion

where the reader, who secretly had a crush on Noel since school, attends an Oasis gig. After the show, they meet, and Noel admits he’s always liked her too.

Family dinner

where Liam pressures Noel into bringing the reader over for Sunday dinner, and to his surprise she is indeed Noel's bird.

Countdown

Where jealousy leads Noel to a confession on NYE

Morning Glory

where the reader helps Noel wake up in the morning [18+]

Puddles

where a small Anais brings the reader and Noel together.

Liam Gallagher

Don't be a stranger

where the reader shows up at Liam's house to finish a university project with Lennon but as it turns out he will be running a bit late. Naturally, Liam helps the reader pass the time leaving some evidence along the way.

Don't be a stranger part 2 the reader comes back for seconds and gets her sweet little revenge for the mark that Liam left on her neck last time.

A quiet shift

where Liam starts distancing himself as his mind has led him to believe that the reader feels summat for Noel, the reader helps him to understand that he's actually the one for her.

Where comfort awaits

Where the reader comes back knackered from some work do, and the brothers step up to look after her. She’s well grateful, and drifts off to sleep, only for Liam to wake her up just to make sure she’s genuinely alright.

Studio time

where a burnt-out Liam finally finds a muse to inspire his new work. [18+]

More than enough

where Liam reassures the reader that she's perfect just the way she is.

Matter of honour

where the reader has to patch Liam up after a light scrap at the pub.

Double Trouble

where Liam finally meets his match making Noel regret ever introducing them to each other.

Second-best

where a pregnancy scare after an evening together brings the reader and Liam together, leaving her previous feelings for Noel behind.

Through his lens

where Liam stages a photoshoot for the pregnant reader after buying an old camera.

Holding you

where Liam can't get enough of his missus

You won't see me

where an argument with the reader's boyfriend let's Liam take his spot.

Play pretend

where Liam kindly pretends to be the reader's boyfriend and actually catches feelings

First and Last

where the reader has never forgotten the kiss she shared with Liam when they were ten, and after his split with Patsy, she’s stunned to discover that he remembers it just as vividly

Jackpot

where Liam and the reader suffer the consequences of an eventful trip to Vegas

Getaway

where an insecure reader finds reassurance from Liam during a beach holiday, showing her she has nothing to worry about

Out of the blue

where Liam tries his best to propose, but his nerves get the best of him each time, until a simple, tender gesture from you leads the confession to slip out in the most unexpected place

Tactical distractions

where the reader finds a rather interesting way to get Liam to wear a warmer coat

Sober up

where Liam looks after a tipsy reader at a Christmas party, only for her to accidentally confess her love while he’s helping her sober up.

Getting high

where the reader comes to Liam to ask how does getting high exactly feel.

Getting high pt. 2 where what happened gets addressed at a family gathering.

Cheer up

where Liam makes sure the reader doesn't spend NYE alone and sick.

Lullaby

where the reader's connection with Lennon gives Liam no choice but to make a move.

Ms. Lennon

where Liam's brain short-circuits after meeting the daughter of a Beatle.

[acquiescest]

Spring 1991: Stella Blackburn interviewed Noel Gallagher in a Swindon venue spookily called The Oasis, during his time roadie-ing with Inspiral Carpets. "He was dead chuffed because he'd never been interviewed before."

not to prove his point, but mermaid's a banger btw

[leaawrites]

Come with me pt. 1

Roadie Noel Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: in which, Noel fimds a new passion besides music.

Warnings: none, fluff

Wordcount: 1.2k

Masterlist

A number of lights separate the audience from whoever is on stage. A magnetic field surrounded them that raised awareness, whatever they do, they’ll do it there. In the spotlight and surrounded by people. Nothing will ever happen in the quietness of loneliness, not when enough people knew you to talk about you constantly.

“You’ve really dragged me here for this?” Y/n asked her friend, Mary, both sat at the bar of the little club they were in, lazily watching the band standing on stage, barely holding on to their minds.

“Oh, come on.” Mary urged her, knocking their elbows together. “You’ve been so moody all week, relax a bit. Once you start listening they’re actually good.”

And that’s what she did. Listening and nodding her head to the beat, because after all, once you start listening you start understanding. Lazy lyrics turned into words with meaning and chords that followed one another became one. A melody became a song and part of an album at last.

“They’re not too bad,” she concluded at last, when they ended their set and said a proper goodbye, before disappearing back stage again. The room wished them farewell with applauses and settled down once they were gone fully, making space for a new band.

“Good to hear, because you’re coming backstage with me.” The girl already pulled her by her wrist towards the entrance until Y/n stopped walking, looking at her with wide eyes at the new information.

“What?”

They were supposed to come here, listen to them play and go back home. Nothing more. Though that seemed to change throughout the night.

“I’ve met the guitarist yesterday, and you know how things go when I meet a musician…” she trailed off at the end of her sentence, looking at the girl with innocent eyes.

Rolling her eyes, Y/n replied, “You’re unbelievably easy to get.”

Making the other girl squeal in excitement and drag her down a hallway and into a backstage area. Inside, the air was filled with smoke, cigarettes and beer cans were cluttered everywhere around the small space. A sofa was put against one of the walls, most of the band sitting on it and soon enough Mary sat on the edge of it, flirting with who Y/n remembered to be playing the guitar earlier on stage.

Looking around the room, there wasn’t a lot of space left. The floor was dirty and leaning against one of the walls seemed too awkward to do in a place like this. Not with all eyes being able to focus on one in a matter of seconds.

Continuing looking around the room, she caught sight of a figure sitting on the other side of it, another small sofa sitting in a quieter corner. The person on it scribbling furiously into a notebook without looking up once. His fingers tapping against the edge of the papers every once in a while, like he was trying to remember the rhythm of his words.

When his movements stilled for a moment, Y/n decided to walk over to him, sitting down on the other end and letting her gaze stray over to the page until they focused on his face, which was now staring back at her. His eyes widen in shock at the sudden presence beside him.

“Hey,” she said, smiling awkwardly when he didn’t say anything in return at first.

Shaking his head as if he needed to collect new words from having all the others written down already, before he replied with a simple, “Hey.”

“Are you part of the band?” She asked, not remembering him from on stage but she didn’t even look at them as clearly to recognize every single one of the guys.

“Uh, not really, no. I’m just their Roadie, you know. Stringing guitars and all that,” he replied, his fingers still tapping against the paper.

“That’s cool,” she said. “Am I disturbing you or something?”

“What? No, sorry. I was just writing something, it’s not that important.” Holding up his notebook in reference before closing it completely and putting it aside. Focusing on her. “Why are you here?”

“My friend dragged me to the gig and well, she didn’t exactly tell me that she was more interested in the guitarist than the music itself. And now, I’m here.”

“Must be shit, but the band’s good at least,” he said, leaning back and relaxing more.

“They’re alright,” she answered, making his eyebrows raise in surprise. “There are better bands though.”

“Alright? Darling, they’re proper amazing. Honestly, one of the greatest Bands out there at the moment,” he argued, looking at her like she was growing a second head.

“Wouldn’t exactly call them one of the greatest, but there are definitely worse ones,” she tried to conclude with him, though when he shook his head at her in disbelief she knew, that if she wanted to keep the conversation alive, she needed to change the subject at hand. “So, is that all you wanna do? Just tour with Bands and care for their equipment and organize stuff for them.”

“Not exactly, no. Music has always been a passion of mine, though I doubt it will get any further than this. I don’t exactly have the voice of a Rock star,” he shrugged like it was nothing. Like dreams were nothing but a part of something unbelievable.

“But you can write, right?” She nodded towards the book in his lap. “Just get someone who can sing and you’ll be a step nearer to standing on the big stage you’re dreaming of.”

“All the great voices are already off somewhere with some other band. Signed and all that shit.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that. Most often, the most talented are hiding in the shadows till the last second. You just have to shine a light on them and they’ll surprise you,” she said, looking down at the notebook again. “What have you written?”

“Nothing,” he quickly answered.

“A song?” She asked once more, making his face heat up. “Can you play it to me?”

“It’s nothing really, I just have a verse and chorus as well as some loose lyrics for anything else.”

“Please.”

Flicking the book open once more, he picked up the guitar that laid on the floor next to him and started plugging. Creating a soft melody, to which he started humming until words melted into the rhythm and made it a whole.

“It’s not really anything,” he tried playing it down once he finished playing what he had as of now. His eyes avoiding her gaze and staring at the words rather than her face.

“You have a beautiful voice, remember that,” she said, leaning in and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Softly chuckling as his head turned towards her after she loosened her lips from his skin and laid her head down on his shoulder. “I mean it.”

“Thank you,” he said, starting to strum his guitar once more. “What’s your name?”

“Y/n. What’s yours?”

“Noel,” he answered, slightly blushing.

“Well, Noel,” the name rolling from her tongue so easily. “You will be big one day, trust me. I feel it. Now play me another song, please.”

Listening to his every word, she couldn’t help but feel her eyes flutter close and her breath steadying until she was softly breathing against his collarbone, sound asleep and looking comfortable by his side.

It felt right having her so close to him, Noel noticed as he looked down at the girl by his side with the soft smile still decorating her pink lips. He wished to stay in this moment forever, by her side.

[coolxconfused]

New interview the BBC did with The Real People after the reunion announcement and they're talking about Liam's star quality again:

It was the early hours of the morning, but the bar of the Columbia hotel in London's Lancaster Gate was packed with musicians who were in the capital for gigs, or just hanging out at what had become the go-to haunt for artists and performers in the early 1990s.

Then, like a scene from a western, the noise gave way to a hush, then a near silence, and all eyes turned towards the door.

Ian Prowse, who at that time was in the signed Liverpool band Pele, was among the drinkers, and he too angled his gaze to see who or what had brought everything to a standstill.

"This guy had walked in, and there was just something about him, an aura, some sort of magic," he says.

Behind the enigmatic young man swaggering his way into the bar was Tony Griffiths, one of the two brothers who were the creative engine of the Liverpool band The Real People.

Prowse caught up with The Real People's bass player and singer and asked him who the guy was, and was told it was "his mate Liam".

At this point, the name Liam Gallagher meant little to most people, but to Tony Griffiths, he and his band were going to be "the biggest thing ever".

"This was a few months before they had anything out," says Prowse. "They were unknown. But he was able to just walk into a packed bar at four o'clock in the morning and turn heads."

Liam Gallagher’s charisma had made an impression, but Prowse was yet to hear the fledgling band's sound. When he returned home to Liverpool, he asked his agent – whom his band shared with Oasis – to let him listen to something by this new group.

"He played me this track," he says, "and I just thought, 'Whatever we're doing, it's not this'. It just wasn't capturing the zeitgeist the way this was."

The recording he'd heard was Supersonic, which was written and recorded in one day in December 1993 at the Pink Museum Studio in Lark Lane, Liverpool, with The Real People's Tony Griffiths on backing vocals.

According to former Oasis drummer Tony McCarroll's 2010 book The Truth, Tony and his brother Chris were "integral" to the creation of the song, which would be released in April the following year to huge acclaim.

Oasis, which consisted of Noel and Liam Gallagher, McCarroll, Paul 'Bonehead' Arthurs and Paul 'Guigsy' McGuigan, were at that time as much a Liverpool band as a Manchester band, cutting their teeth at venues such as Le Bateau and The Krazy House, where they supported The Real People.

It was striking the relationship with The Real People that put Oasis on the road to stardom.

'Your kid's a star'

The Real People had been around since 1987, and by 1989 were signed to Columbia Records. Soon afterwards they sold 100,000 copies of their eponymous album, whose shuffling drums, overdriven guitars and Beatle-esque harmonies won them an international following.

By contrast, Liam Gallagher was still at school and Noel was yet to pen the soaring sentiments of Live Forever in the warehouse in which he had a decidedly un-rock 'n' roll job as a British Gas sub-contractor.

Chris and Tony would meet the Gallagher brothers in 1992, while The Real People were on tour with the Inspiral Carpets, for whom Noel was a roadie.

"I would always take my own Pot Noodles with me on tour and he'd come over and be after one, so that’s how we struck up conversation," says Chris Griffiths.

"But when we met Liam, we were saying to Noel, 'Your kid's a star, he is'. And this is before we'd even heard him sing.

[...]

For Griffiths, their success was as much down to Liam's star quality as the music or musicianship.

"Noel was a good musician, but he was no [Ocean Colour Scene lead guitarist] Steve Craddock. A lot of it was down to Liam, his attitude and his voice.

[...]

Read the full article to learn more about The Real People's involvement and the early days here

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(with enormous thanks to @noandneuron for their tremendous scholarly work taking pics of the library print version of this article, which seems to otherwise not exist online. original post with pics can be found here.)

LIAM WANTED ME TO MARRY HIM AND HAVE HIS BABY... BUT NOEL TORE US APART

SINGER FELL FOR WICKED SEX LIES ABOUT LOVER

by Phil Taylor, Chief Feature Writer (News of the World) (Sept 8, 1996)

Oasis idol Liam Gallagher's jilted fiancee opened her heart to the News of the World last night and told how her wedding plans were torn apart by his scheming brother Noel.

“Liam was the love of my life and we planned to get married and have children,” seethed Cerice Blakeley. “But Noel wrecked our relationship because the most important thing in his life was Oasis and he felt that I was in the way. I will never, ever forgive him. Noel deviously told his brother the most hurtful allegation that he could about me—that I had betrayed him and had sex with the band's cocaine supplier. I never two-timed Liam. But he believed Noel and was absolutely devastated. To this day he doesn't know the truth. Now Liam's with Patsy Kensit. I wonder if Noel will do the same to her.”

Life had all looked so different when Cerice first met the brothers who were yet to take Britain by storm. It was in a marquee near Oldham in May 1992—and it was Cerice's 21st birthday.

“I was heavily into the Manchester music scene,” she said. “And I was friendly with a band called the Inspiral Carpets—at the time Noel worked for them as a roadie. When he came along with the band I wasn't attracted to him at all. I hated his haircut—it looked as though someone had used a bowl. But I took one look at Liam and it was love at first sight.

“He wore blue cords and a dark navy kagoule and looked adorably different. I got quite flirtatious with him and later we arranged a date. Liam couldn't drive and was living at his mum Peggy's council house in Manchester. So I picked him up in my Citroen and we went up on the moors. Liam gave me the most amazing kiss I've ever had. It seemed to go on for ages and my mind was in a whirl. I felt so turned on I wanted to have sex with him there and then. I know he felt the same.

“But we decided to do it properly, so we booked into a lovely country hotel. I've never felt so excited in my life as we finally curled up on the bed and smoked a joint of marijuana. We kissed and kissed and I was ready and willing for Liam to make love to me. But to my disappointment, he suddenly stopped and told me, 'I respect you too much.' I couldn't believe it. It was so unlike a Manchester bloke. But I was very touched and it made me love him and want him even more.”

Liam later invited Cerice home to meet his mum. Then, she said, after a cup of tea and a chat they went upstairs to Liam's bedroom... and made love for the first time.

Cerice sighed: “Liam was only 19, two years younger than me, and was very nervous in bed. I wanted to strip him off, but he was so self conscious. He wouldn't take off his cream woolly jumper because he felt his chest was too puny. So I tried to break the ice and joked: 'Don't worry about your chicken chest, you've got lovely footballer's legs.'

“It worked. He relaxed and we made love to Hey Jude, one of his favourite Beatles songs. I felt wonderful afterwards and spent the night in Liam's bed. Then, the next morning, he brought me up a cup of tea and we chatted for ages.

“Then he ran a bath and started putting handfuls of salt in it. I couldn't believe my eyes and asked him what he was doing. He told me, 'It helps strengthen my bones.'

“Afterwards he spent ages doing his hair... he was always using his mum's hairdryer. I told him, 'You're going to end up like Mick Jagger.' Then I asked him if he wanted to try my mascara—and he did. But he went one step further and squeezed into my size 8 velvet jacket too. Then he put on the Rolling Stones record Satisfaction, pouted his lips and started strutting around the bedroom like Jagger. I creased up laughing. I'm only 5ft 5ins and Liam is 5ft 11ins. The jacket was so tiny on him, the sleeves rolled up around his elbows. But he loved it and it turned him on. He fell on the bed and we had fantastic sex for 45 minutes. Afterwards, Liam told me, 'I'm not gay or bisexual. I'm just in touch with my feminine side.'”

Cerice saw Liam and Oasis rise from obscurity to stardom. “I went to the studio with them while they were recording their album Definitely Maybe and knew they were going to be massive,” she said. “It went to No. 1.”

Two years after they met, Cerice's life seemed complete. “We had just got back to Liam's mum's house from a gig in Sheffield,” she said. “Liam looked really nervous. He told me, 'I have got something very nice to ask you. Will you marry me? I want you to have my children.'

“I was thrilled. I gave him a big hug and said, 'Of course I will.' We celebrated with a glass of his favourite drink. Jack Daniel's and Coke. Then we went round to my home and he told my dad. Liam said to him, 'I love Cerice and I want her to feel secure, so I've asked her to get engaged.'

“Being a practical, logical man, Dad asked Liam how financially secure he felt he was going to be. At the time, Liam was only getting £100 a week from the band. And he told my dad he couldn't even afford to buy me an engagement ring. But he said he was saving up to get me one. Dad wasn't too impressed. But he gave us his blessing because he wanted me to be happy.”

Liam's brother Noel, she said, was less pleased. “Noel nicknamed me Yoko Ono,” she recalled bitterly. “He felt I'd pull Liam away from the band, just as Yoko did with John Lennon and the Beatles. Nothing could have been further from the truth.”

Cerice and Liam rented a flat in the Didsbury area of Manchester for £75 a week and moved in together. “He put his favourite posters on the ceiling of our front room,” she said. “They were of John Lennon and the Stone Roses, one of his favourite bands.

“I would do the cooking—Liam's favourite meal was steak and Walker's crisps—but he'd always do the washing up and we would take turns with the hoovering. The only thing that annoyed me about him was that he always left his wet towels on the bathroom floor.”

It was in that flat, said Cerice, that the couple planned a family. She sighed, “I said I wanted a little girl and told Liam I hoped she'd have my hair, my brain, and his tenderness. He joked that he wanted a little boy who loved Manchester City, then said, 'I really don't mind what sex it is. I just want to have a baby with you.'”

And all the time, she confessed, their sex life became more and more intense—fuelled by drugs. “I must admit we took our share of cocaine through a £10 note,” she said. “It was extra special when we got in bed together because Liam was away on tour more and more as the band got bigger and bigger. I saw them play before 100,000 at Glastonbury and they were phenomenal.”

In the summer of 1994, Cerice and Liam drove to Scotland together for the massive Tea In The Park festival. “As the journey went on we were feeling friskier by the minute,” she said. “After four hours' driving we couldn't wait any longer. We were travelling on the M74 through Scotland when we saw a big wood. We looked at each other, smiled, and both had exactly the same idea.

“I pulled over, parked on the hard-shoulder and we ran off into the woods. Then we lay down on the soft moss and made wild, blissful love. It was the first time I had ever had sex outside and I think it was for Liam. We were there for nearly an hour writhing among the undergrowth before we finally got up and made our way back to the car. But as we walked back close to the motorway, holding hands and beaming smiles, passing motorists saw us and started beeping their horns. It was obvious what we had been up to and I was blushing bright red. So was Liam.”

They were never to be as happy again. After the concert, Cerice went backstage to congratulate Liam on his performance but could only find Noel. “I asked him where Liam was and he told me, 'He had to leave to catch a plane from Manchester for a concert in Germany tomorrow night. We're performing in Hamburg and he unexpectedly had to catch the flight tonight. I'll be flying over in the morning.'

“Bewildered, I went back to Noel's hotel where I met Simon, the band's cocaine supplier, and a record company executive. He told me he could get keys to Noel's room and I could sleep there. There were two single beds. I fell asleep in one and Simon and this fella slept on the floor, keeping the other one free for Noel.

“Then, at about 6am, Noel came into the room with a blonde and said, 'Oh, you're all in here.' Then he got into his bed with the girl and I went back to sleep. At 9am Noel got up and said, 'I'm going to Hamburg. I've told Liam you're OK and you'd phone him tonight.”

Later that day, Cerice phoned the Gallaghers' mum and she told her that Liam had phoned to pass on his apologies for missing her in the Scottish crowd. That night, Cerice managed to contact him herself.

“He was really angry and abrupt,” she said. “He told me, 'I need to talk to you face to face and not over the phone.' Then he slammed the phone down. I was distraught. He'd never spoken to me like that before and I couldn't understand why. Now I know. Noel told Liam I'd cheated on him and slept with Simon. A friend of mine told Liam it wasn't true. But he wouldn't believe her because it came from his own brother. He was shattered and went completely off the rails afterwards.

“We met just once when he returned to Manchester from Hamburg. I told him he shouldn't have treated me so badly. But we were both so angry and upset we couldn't even row. Instead he walked out of the door and out of my life. I haven't seen or heard from him since. He has never answered my calls. Noel must be delighted.”

After their split in August 1994, Cerice left Britain for Australia to get over the trauma. “It was while I was there that Oasis released Don't Look Back in Anger,” she said. “I tried to relate it to my own circumstances, but I can't look back in any other way. I have no anger towards Liam. But for Noel I have. I despise him. After we split up Liam was shattered and went completely off the rails. He simply hasn't been the same since.”

[todays-just-a-daydream]

Oasis settled down in the bar with a gin and tonic or ten. There was merciless ribbing of any roadie with more than a passing interest in Manchester United - crowned champions earlier that evening, much to the disgust of the pro-City band. Then a bottle of champagne or two appeared on the table. Then the barman made the terrible mistake of abandoning his post. At this point, some drinkers would notice his departure and wonder how long he'd be, imagining wistfully all the alcohol they could purloin in the interim. Oasis don't imagine - they just do. Before you could say, "Bugger me, free booze!", two of the entourage were scrambling over the bar. Emptyin, the fridges and passing the bounty over the counter. One minute later, 50 bottles of beer were being stuffed under chairs and into innocent bags. Then things got really strange. Guitarist, Paul 'Bonehead' Arthurs, decided to go for a dip in the horribly convenient pool next to the bar. The Gallagher brothers, Noel and Liam, decided to have a scrap about an ex-girlfriend. Allegedly. Expletives started flying. Then punches started flying. Then bottles of beer started flying. Then furniture started flying.

Bassist, Paul 'Guigsy' McGuigan, valiantly tried to separate the Gallaghers, receiving two knuckle sandwiches for his endeavours. Someone started throwing chairs at Bonehead in the pool. Then tables. Liam had Noel on the floor. Noel tore Liam's shirt off. Other residents, tiring of the mass brawl downstairs, started coming out onto their balconies and shouting abuse. One particularly aggrieved sort was accompanied by his girlfriend. While her lover's attention was focused on the mayhem below, she would calmly open her towel to show Oasis either Nothing Very Much At All or Everything, depending on your perspective. At this juncture, the pissed-up band would roar their encouragement, causing the baffled boyfriend to turn and find his demure-looking companion safely covered by the towel. Then he'd shout more abuse and she'd flash again.

And so it went, with a few more punches thrown here and a few more items of furniture thrown there (ie, in the pool). Eventually, at around six o''bleeding'clock in the morning, the night porter appeared to tell the fuzzy thrill-seekers that, actually, if it was alright with them he was going to knock off because, urn, someone had called the police.