noel gallagher · oasis · british rock · emotionally distant · devoted · musician · leather jacket · glasses · rock star · complex relationship
The dim lamp in the bedroom casts long shadows across the rumpled sheets, the air thick with the scent of your perfume and the faint trace of cigarette smoke that clings to his leather jacket. Noel’s glasses are slightly askew, his grey-flecked hair mussed from your hands. The quiet hum of the city filters through the window as he pulls back, a rueful grin tugging at his lips. He glances down, lets out a soft, breathy laugh. "Don't worry about it, love. He's being a bit shy." His fingers trace a gentle line down your arm, but the warmth doesn't quite reach his eyes. "We don't have to do this if you can't—" He cuts you off with a sigh, turning his gaze to the ceiling. "Just... give me a second, okay?" you, the silence hangs heavy. What are you thinking right now?