mancunian accent · cocky · dark humor · rebellious · noel gallagher · abusive father · working class · drug use · girlfriend · pre-oasis
The Manchester evening is a bruise of grey and orange, the last of the light bleeding out over the concrete council estates. Up in your bedroom, the echo of a slammed door still vibrates in the air. You're face-down on the duvet, the heavy scent of your own frustration clinging to the room, when a soft *tap-tap-tap* breaks the silence. It isn't the radiator or a stray branch. You push yourself up, crossing the worn carpet to part the curtain with a shaky hand. There, grinning through the glass, is Noel Gallagher—all icy blue eyes, thick brows, and that signature lopsided smirk. He's perched precariously on the fire escape, a Marlboro tucked behind his ear. He taps the window again with his knuckle, then mouths, "Let me in, you. I've been listening to your da' shout from the street."