#we literally had a whole fucking party on sunday let me fuckin rest jesus christ

[pocket-mobster]

girl help i am obligated to get up at 6:30 tomorrow morning and go on a 3-hour day trip (i.e. 6 hours minimum in the car) with my family and my dick still hurts

[banesbottombitch]

Headcannons of the bowers gang as single parents?🤔 btw, love your writing!

Fuck it, lets do this. I’ve got so many feelings about this. For disclaimers sake, the boys are 20-25, so college age. This is long.

Henry “You are my Sunshine but you’re also a Pain” Bowers

First of all, he was’t ready. Nothing prepared him to end up alone, with a baby that was his newest and most precious responsibility.

The mothers either DIED, or straight up left the baby in his arms and was  like “your problem now” either way, he does not consider adoption. 

Called Vic first, actually crying, because how the fuck does he do better for this kid than his dad did for him? He has no idea how to nurture, to care, to help something grow and thrive. He confesses his fears, and Vic gets Belch and the three of them drive to the closest department store, picking out baby shit.

Has no idea how bottles work. Gets the cheapest kind possible, and is so upset when the baby wont drink from them (texture might be off, his dumb ass didnt warm the milk, his dumb ass gave the baby COWS MILK, the list goes on) and screeches in frustration when they leak because, yet again, he got the cheapest fuckers possible

He’d be out of his dads house by this time, probably college age (about 20-25) but he has made a point to not let his dad know of his child’s existence, because lets face it, Butch would wanna see his grandkid (especially if its a boy). So, Henry keeps the information that he’s a new dad on lock down

Calls Mama Huggins weekly for advice, and actively looks at parenting hacks online. He’s trying his best to be a good dad, and would take extra shifts for work to make ends meet. His kid would probably go into daycare sometimes, but he doesnt like leaving them with strangers and just tries to get one of the guys (or Mama Huggins) to take them for a few hours.

Uses his kid as a chick magnet. Goes to parks and hits on the single moms while he helps his toddler roam around. Gets a lot of ass because of this, since he comes off as a very caring dad (he is, surprisingly).

Dresses his baby girl up like bad asses. His daughter wears his old bandanna with her princess outfit (claiming she is a cowgirl princess, because of course she is) or gets a jean vest with decently kid friendly patches on it, and parades her around when he gets the chance. Insanely protective of her, and follows her when she plays at the park and later as she gets older, he makes her text him where she is at all times. Low key helicopter dad. The type of dad to clean a gun in front of her new boyfriend, 11/10.

 His son’s hair gets styled into a fohawk daily and he’s encouraged to wear cool printed shirts his uncles (the rest of the gang) get him that have various metal bands on them and stuff. Teaches him sports, and drags him along to baseball games when he can. Was a bit torn when he heard his son was causing trouble in school, but decides that he cant have his kid doing the same shit he did and nips the bullying in the bud. His son got his temper, and it upsets Henry sometimes how easy it is for them to snap at each other once he gets older.

Takes his kid fishing, hiking, rides on motorcycles, ect. Lots of out door activities. His favorite is to take his kid out fishing, because they’re TRAPPED with him and he gets to spend the day with his mini-me, making crappy jokes and teaching them how to do proper techniques, like he always wished his dad would have done with him.

Gets really stern with his kid though. Takes no fucking bullshit from them, and lives the line “because I said so”, expecting his kid to listen. He loves them, he would NEVER raise a hand to them, but he’s not above a sit down and heavy glare if they mouth off to him or act up in public.

Lives his life better to make his kid’s life better. Goes to anger management if he thinks he’s starting to emulate Butch, and he’s explained to his kid why they’re so distant from his family. Doesn’t articulate what Butch has done to him, but makes it a point to focus on the fact that they Do. Not. Talk. To. Butch.

Makes a point to take his kid to school every day. Tells his kid how much he loves them. They do not go a day without a clap on the shoulder and a small little smile that he wears just for them.

Reggie “GET THAT OUT OF YOUR MOUTH RIGHT FUCKIN’ NOW” Huggins

He was a little shocked when he ended up with a baby. Dazed, confused. He just sat there with this bundle, all soft and small, and held them close. He didn’t know what to do, but does anyone when they become a single parent without word?

If his s/o died, he would be heart broken, but pull through for the kid. If his s/o dumped the baby on him and ran, he’d be fucking furious and vow to never let them within arms reach of HIS child.

The best at easing into parenthood. He told his mama that adoption wasn’t an option, and that he was going to take care of the baby. “I can do it,” he told her, “I’m a man, and men take care of their kids.”

Mama Huggins is overjoyed to be a grandma, even if she claims shes a little young to start being called Nannie, but she spoils that baby rotten. Reggie has to fight to keep her from buying the kid so many different outfits, as she goes overboard and buys too many, and they grow out of them before they can even be tried on.

Leaves the kid with his mom to work, which is fine for Mama Huggins, but Reggie feels like he’s ghosting his kid when he does it. So he works harder and advances in his career as much as possible, wanting to get to  place where he can maybe get extra days off to be with his kid.

Wakes up early to make them breakfast. Every morning he sits down with them, from infancy till they leave his house (read as, his moms, he never moves out lets be real). He wakes them up gently, or flicks on the lights and heaves a great big “UP AND AT ‘EM, KIDDO!” But its all with love.

Doesnt seem interested in dating for the most part, but ends up meeting someone with kids at some point in time, and is happy to have his kid get a new sibling. He always wanted one himself.

Gives in too easily if his kids misbehave. If they cry, it HURTS him, and he just lets them do as they please. Had to nip this in the bud before they got into school though, because he wasn’t going to deal with a spoiled brat for 12+ years.

Straps his kid into the backseat of the Trans-Am, and has a Dad Bag under the seats for bottles, toys, and general baby shit. Patrick likes playing peek a boo with his kid, and Vic only complains a little bit of he has  to feed the baby.

Stops going out with the guys, and is worried that it will dampen his relationship with them It doesnt, they just start  coming over to his house and hanging out. Henry was scared to hold the baby at first, but Reggie eased him into it, and now Henry’s the first one to grab the nugget and bounce them on his knee to calm them down.

If he had a daughter, jesus christ. Jesus H Christ. His most precious gem, his princess, the light of his life. He spends free time doing tea parties, letting her “help” him with fixing Amy, and lets her run wild in the neighborhood. She is fierce, she is the wilderness- NO, HONEY, DONT PICK THAT SNAKE UP PLEASE- DROP IT. DROP IT. NO, DONT ARGUE WITH DADDY. DROP IT!

His son would have a very healthy and loving relationship with him. Everything is open for discussion, and he tries to lead his son into a better light than bullying or the like. Lots of sundays are spent in the front yard, tossing around a football while his son asks the craziest, but most wonderful shit he has ever heard. “Dad, whys girls gotta be so.. weird?” “Dad, do you think Luke Skywalker would have been cooler if he was a sith?” “Dad, if we die, do we meet god, or do we gotta wait in line with our guardian angel?” Loves his boy, cherishes him. He can do no wrong.

Goes to every single parent/teacher conference, and puffs up in pride when they praise his kid. Because, of course they’re praising them! He raised them right!

Victor “Pinterest saved my life” Criss

Legit hid the baby from his parents/bros for a good week before he ran out of excuses as to why they hadn’t seen him for days. He’s at a loss of what to do, and considers adoption. He isnt a paternal guy. he thinks, this wont work out.

Already moved out, like, come on. He’s a rich boy, his parents set him up in a nice apartment/condo in Bangor for school.

If his s/o was still alive, he’d have given the baby back to them. This only works if they ghosted town, or are dead. Otherwise, he’d have been like “fuck no”

Finally figures he’ll give fatherhood a shot, and quickly realizes how much he did NOT bargain for.

Reggie turned up to help one day with Vic holding his baby and sobbing back at the baby while it shrieked and squirmed, the poor guy having no idea what to do. Vic was escorted to the bedroom, and given a nap whole Belch attempted to get the baby to sleep.

Buys all the nicest shit the baby could ever need or want. Lots of sleepless nights are spent with him rocking his baby and scanning amazon, thinking that yet another Sophie the Giraffe is exactly what his demon spawn needs to keep from sobbing through the night

Turns to online archives and pinterest for advice, and slowly becomes a better dad. Lots of trial and error, trips to the emergency room from Patrick convincing a half-dead Vic that his baby’s cough is from the baby black plague, and some angry sobbing of his own leads to a decent routine that makes him and his kiddo happy.

Instagrams his kid, because to be fair, he made a gorgeous baby. Sends lots of photos of the kid to the guys, and Patrick uses some of the most unflattering ones as reaction memes, because he is a dick. Vic has laughed at them, despite being furious Patrick would dare to make his baby a meme.

Literally cried when his kid called him “Dada” for the first time. On the floor. Sobbing. He called Reggie and made him come over. Henry and Patrick came around and tried to get the bay to say swears. They got them to say “sheet” which is pretty close to “shit” so they called it a win.

Throws the biggest birthday parties for his kid. Confetti? Everywhere. Cake? Three layers and professionally made. Presents? Out of this world.

Most stylish child of the group’s kids. Sunglasses, designer clothes. That kid dresses better than you do by the time they’re five. They own it too, and flaunt it for the camera, because Vic takes 89,005,467 photos of his child on the daily.

Taught his kid Beastie Boys songs, and there are videos of his kid rapping along to “Intergalactic”. Vic is so proud of his kid.

Friend dad. Has a hard time punishing his kid if they do something wrong, and sometimes makes up for his own mistakes (raising his voice, getting to upset) by giving them gifts. Its not an amazing system, but his kid is humble…ish.

Having a daughter, that boy is her best friend. She can tell him anything, it wont phase him. Willingly talks about boys, clothes, music. Loves to take her to the park and watch her knock the boys down a peg or two. she inherits his sharp tongue, and its scary how fast she goes from 1 to 101. Blunt child, that one.

A boy? Vic’s son is given the coolest shit, there is no need for want with this boy. Probably some awful mix of fuck boy and wanna be rapper, but Vic loves him anyhow. Shows him off to the gang CONSTANTLY, and shows up in almost matching outfits without realizing it. Its cringey, but it could be worse. Teaches him how to throw a punch and encourages him to kick ass if people step up against him.

Puts his kid in after school tutoring, and thinks bonding time is shopping or watching TV together. Fills their schedules with sports, dance, and music. Expects a lot out of them, academically.

Loves his kid, even if they’re being an asshole, not matter what.

Patrick “You’re Demon Spawn and I adore that” Hockstetter

Was not here for this dad shit. Considered chucking the baby into the system, and would have done it too, if his mother had’t made him face the music.

Total “This is what you get for having unprotected sex, Patrick” rant from her. It ended with him being forced with a baby and his mother’s watchful eye on him. Shes not going to have another Avery on her hands.

Hates the baby the first few MONTHS. No love. Nothing there. Lets it cry itself hoarse, barely remembers to feed it, the type to forget an infant in a shopping market. Considers the possibility of it being real, since it came from him in one way or another, and feels a little threatened.

Drops the baby off with his parents 99% of the time. the 1% is when his parents force the baby back with him.

The first time he feels a little something for the kid is after getting them back from his parents and sitting in his apartment, with him screaming at the kid to shut the fuck up, (the baby is sobbing, lets be real) and they just stop. Right then and there, silence. 

They lock eyes, and Patrick swears he sees a flash of something behind their little baby eyes, almost as if they are betrayed he’d treat them that way, before they quietly sniffle. And then Patrick Hockstetter, the man, the myth, the self proclaimed Literal Satan, feels guilt for the first time.

He picks them up and calms himself down, bouncing them on his hip and softly talks to them. No hate, no love really, just apathetic words that a baby couldnt understand. He does that for hours, until the baby is sleeping, and even then he keeps going. Pours out every thought he’s ever had to this little version of him, and the next time he puts them in their crib, he does so gently. 

Lowering them down and tucking a blanket in around them. He decides they’re worth something to him that day, and everyone in his life see a drastic turn in his reactions towards his child.

Kind of a distant dad, but his kid knows that Patrick is their father and that he, yes, loves them. He’ll still drop his kid off with his parents sometimes on weekends, but as the kid grows up and he starts seeing more and more of himself in them, he’d be more attentive.

Goes on philosophical rants with his kid, and expects them to keep up. Raises his kid to question everything, and they grow up almost just as creepy and weird as him. He’s proud that they’re a little freaky, otherwise he’d be worried they weren’t his.

Patrick wouldn’t do too well with a daughter. He’d make it work, but there would be some issues. He has no idea what common ground to go off from, and would force his daughter to be more tom boyish and enjoy the same shit he does. Wouldn’t care if she was a bully in school, actually encourages it. Hands her cash, shares his weed stash with her once she’s older, and bids her good day. Doesnt see reason to punish her for misbehaving hopes she doesn’t end up dead in a ditch somewhere from her smart mouth. Grades are the least of his concerns. Will kill anyone who hurts his daughter though, and makes good on his threats too.

Patrick thrives with a son. A mini-me, that is almost indistinguishable from himself. Same creepy little smile, same predatory tilt of the shoulders and with eyes that pierce your damn soul. Praises his son to the high heavens, calls the boy a genius, and 100% thinks of him to be the Jesus to his God, if you feel me. The promised one, type of shit. Think of a young Trick from Black Mirror, and thats the kind of son Patrick hopes to have, if not MORE edgy.

Halloween is his favorite holiday as a dad, because he takes his kid out and scares the shit out of other children and teaches them to steal the candy.

The family photo of him and his kid is them out with the gang, with his kid (about 7) wearing his jacket by a bonfire and flipping the camera off, him squatting beside them and doing the same damn thing with the biggest shit eating grin. Ah. Parenting. Patrick’s a natural.

[stardust2003]

Madferit: The Novel - Chapter 28

           Supernova Heights was surprisingly quiet, with the exception of the crowd of fans screaming outside. Noel was vetoing any ideas for parties until after Earls Court was over.

"But we'll be back on the road by then!" Liam whined.

"So what?" Noel snapped. "It's my fuckin' house! Ya don't make the rules here, Our Kid. I do!"

He'd become a little distant. Not in the sense of he was hiding something. Just in the sense of he was hiding himself...literally. He'd stay upstairs in his music room for hours, playing his guitar, and shutting himself off from everyone else outside.

I was worried about him. Peggy told me how he was much deeper than Liam. That while Liam acted upon his anger with varying types of outbursts and antics, Noel kept things bottled inside him and out of everyone else's business. I'd gotten bits and pieces about their childhood but I didn't ask too many questions. Noel always seemed to tense up on the word "father" even when it was just me and Emma talking about the latest conversations we had with our own dad.

I imagined Noel was just getting himself worked up for the gigs at Earls Court. These were going to be the biggest ones yet. A lot was riding on them. And if Liam did even the smallest thing to fuck it up...

I quietly walked up the stairs and went in to where he was. It wasn't like the room was off limits or that he couldn't be arsed for company. I just thought it best to leave him to his music but knew I should check on him periodically.

"Alright." He said with a slight grin as he saw me walk through the door.

"Alright." I replied as I went over and sat down beside him.

"What? No biscuits today?"

"No biscuits left. You and the rest of them heathens came tearing through the kitchen last week and ate them all."

"And that is why I've told everyone to fuck off." He pointed with a sarcastic nod. "Well, everyone except your sister. Really can't tell her to go anywhere, especially since she's the one who helps ya bake."

"Yeah." I agreed with a smile.

He smiled back. "So what ya come to mither me for?"

"I didn't come to mither you. I came to listen to you play guitar."

"Well ya've come at the wrong time." He informed me. "I've just gone on break." He set his guitar down on its stand.

"Well when are you coming back for your encore then?" I asked.

"Don't do encores."

"Not even for me?"

He just smirked at me.

I leapt forward pushing him back on the couch. He wrapped his arms around the small of my back as I got into position.

"Loosen up, Noel." I ordered through a kiss.

"I am fuckin' loose!" He replied. "But me trousers...unzip 'em, right? Pl-"

As much as I loved to hear him say please (it wasn't too often after all), I wasn't interested in hearing it at that moment. I shut him up by crushing my lips on his while I began unbuttoning his shirt.

"I said me trousers." He managed to speak. "Not me-"

I forced my tongue down his throat and hushed him again. His buttons were all undone so I pushed the sides of his shirt apart and got to it.

He moaned as I tongued my way down his neck and shoulders. By the time I got to his chest and stomach, he was covered in goosebumps.

"My trousers." He hissed. "Please...fuckin'..."

He had quite the bulge forming inside of his jeans. I gave him a squeeze but was nowhere near ready to give him what he wanted.

I put my hands on his chest and dug my nails in a bit as I kissed below his belly button.

"Jesus...Christ!" He cried as he moaned even louder.

My lips and tongue were right above the waist of his jeans.

And then the phone rang.

"Are you gonna answer that?" I asked through a kiss.

"N-, no." He replied. "If it's important, they'll leave a f-uckin' message. It's probably just Our Kid anyway."

"Our Kid doesn't have a phone."

"Then it's me mam. Callin' t'see if I've tried makin' me own Sunday roast yet."

"You haven't."

"I know." He said. "There's no need for me to bother now that I've got you doin' the cookin' and that."

I rolled my eyes. "Answer the phone, Noel."

"Absolutely fuckin' not! I'm not about to interrupt what you're doin' to answer the fuckin'-"

I raised my head and stared at him.

He stared back as the phone kept ringing. It was right by his ear and the answering machine still hadn't picked up.

"Oh fuck off!" He whined sounding defeated as he reached over and grabbed it. "Hello?"

There was a pause.

Noel raised his eyebrows in a sort of shocked yet sarcastic way. "I think ya have too." He said flatly into the receiver. "Good luck signin' on." He quickly hung up the phone.

"Who was that?" I asked curiously.

"No one." He replied with a shrug as he lay back down and got comfortable. "Told ya it was a waste a time to answer it."

I rolled my eyes. "So where were we?"

"You were just about to get me dick out."

"No I wasn't." I said as I tapped it through his jeans.

"Yes ya- ow!" He winced in pain.

"What? All I did was tap it."

"C'mon, Adds! Stop messin' about! It's too fuckin' tight in there."

I shook my head a little as I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I pulled them and his boxers down.

He sighed as his cock was freed, and revealed to be all hard and throbbing. He relaxed a little more letting me move his legs around to take his pants and boxers off the rest of the way.

Once that was finished, I got back into position, and took his entire dick into my mouth.

He grabbed the back of the coach and threw his head back as I began to suck.

"Oh my God!" He yelled. "Oh my..."

I twisted and twirled my tongue around his dick for a little while before switching to gentle licks. Running the tip of my tongue up and down the sides of his cock was just the trick to make him melt.

Just then, his whole body froze up. He was trying hard not to let himself relax now because he knew what would happen if he did.

But he was no match for my tricks and I caught him at just the right time. One more flick of my tongue against the tip of his dick, and his hips began their uncontrollable swing.

I let him come in my mouth. He was always warm and tasted way better than Liam.

He lay their trying to collect himself as I crawled up and got comfortable on top of him. After a little while, he started to shiver.

"Are you cold?" I asked.

"No." He replied as he shook his head and moved to cuddle in closer.

"Well if you're not cold then why-"

"'Cuz you've nicked me clothes! And I'm lyin' here feelin' all cheap and deflated-"

"Oh fuck! Off!" I giggled.

He snuggled in even more. "C'mon, Pet." He said. "Warm me up, yeah?"

I grabbed the left side of his shirt and pulled it over but didn't button it back up. I kissed his forehead and we lay there peacefully, enjoying the silence.

"Did I tell ya Guigs decided to come back?" Noel asked a few minutes later.

And just in time too. Guigsy had finally recovered and was somehow convinced to rejoin the band so the normal five-piece could exist once again.

I still missed Tony though. Alan was nice and everything but I was nowhere as close to him as I was to the boy from the North. But even at that, I couldn't remember the last time I talked to Tony. Or Kelly for that matter.

Oasismania had swept me up and my life became all about following that band from city to city, country to country. Gig after gig. Party after party. Some days ran together while others stood out to be remembered on their own.

And I had a pretty good feeling those two nights at Earls Court definitely weren't going to be forgotten.

Emma and I stood stage side, to get a good view of Liam and Noel. Noel especially. He was close enough for me to run out and kiss his cheek.

"Could always do that if ya wanted to." He gave his approval before the show.

The exhibition hall was a sea of people screaming and yelling and singing right along with every word.

The band looked great. Liam and Noel were gorgeous. Liam...well I'd be lying if I said he wasn't beautiful. His eyes glistened under all the stage lights and the sweat dampened his hair just right.

He was off his tits though. They all were but for some reason that didn't sour my thoughts. Not even when he started yammering on about him and Noel having sex with each other the night before. It wasn't true and was another classic example of the drugs doing all the talking. I knew that much. But the banter between them...subject aside...was absolutely magical. I was a sucker for their accents. For the delivery of their speech. Every time they opened their mouths I fucking melted...whether they realized it or not.

I turned to my left to see Emma swaying along and mouthing the lyrics. I never expected her to be a big enough fan to get into the music but I was glad to see her enjoying herself.

I turned back to continue watching the show and began singing along too until I felt someone yank my hair back as hard as they could.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" She screamed.

She slapped me across the face, knocking almost all the sense out of me.

I was too stunned to respond and tried to figure out what the hell was going on. I looked up just as she came forward to claw at my face. I figured I'd lose my eyes in the next second until the stagehands managed to pull her away just in time.

"You fucking slag!" She yelled as they dragged her back.

"Leave my sister alone, you bitch!" Emma screamed as she jumped in front of me.

"Not when she's fucking my boyfriend!" She turned to me. "You said you'd leave him alone and then you go and screw him behind my back?! I thought we were friends!"

"What the hell are you talking about?!" I exclaimed. "Did Liam put you up to this? Is he stirring shit again?"

"You're the one who's stirring shit! He never wants to stay at mine 'cuz he's too busy at Supernova Heights. Why the fuck won't Noel let me stay there if he'll let Liam? They fucking hate each other-"

"Your guess is as good as mine." I tried to stay calm. "I'm not fucking Liam. I'm with Noel. I don't want anyone else."

"Then if he's not runnin' off with you, where the fuck does he go?" She asked her eyes filled with so much sadness and worry.

"I dunno. Ask him."

It was the story of Liam's life: disappearing and making people wonder where the fuck he'd gone off to. He did it to the band. He did it to me. It was only natural he'd end up doing it to Patsy.

The evening calmed after that. Patsy joined me and Emma to watch the rest of the show and ended up back with everyone to party at Supernova Heights. But around three or four in the morning, when the party was over, Noel promptly kicked her ass out along with all the other guests...minus Liam.

"Can I have the guestroom tonight, please?" He begged.

"No. You can't." I told him. "It's Emma's room."

"Well can't we swap out? She can have it one night and I can have it the other."

"No!"

"But-"

"If you wanna sleep in a bed, you oughta go stay with Patsy." I said. "Or back in Manchester at your own flat."

"Can't do that." He replied with a shake of his head.

I rolled my eyes. "Why not?"

"'Cuz you won't go with me."

I shook my head. "Good night, Liam!" I said before taking off towards the steps.

"Hang on!" He called after me. "Tix!"

But I couldn't play his game. It was too late and he, along with everyone else, had another big day ahead of them.

The next day, Bonehead, Alan, Guigsy, and their respective women dropped by for some highly anticipated pre-gaming. The alcohol started flowing as the various types of gear were brought out of little baggies.

Emma and I stood by watching. We always played the sober ones with the exception of joining in on the drinking. Still, neither one of us went off our heads. We remained pretty straight laced and no one ever took the piss out of us for it.

So it came as no surprise that we were the first ones to notice the girl outside. She was clearly a fan as she stood there peeking through the gate. Her jet black hair was a mess and her eyes looked lost and scared. And she wasn't screaming like all the others or looking for a way to jump the fence.

"What do you think's up with her?" Emma asked as we stared out the front window.

"I don't know." I replied. "Do you think we should go and find out?"

It was a bit of a risk. The band had some crazy fans. Heck, Noel even bragged about having stalkers.

Emma and I had no idea what we could possibly be walking into as we made our way out the door. It could've been bad. It could've good. My money was on the first option but like so many other things in life...there was only one way to find out.

"Hi." Emma said to the girl once we got to the gate. I was glad to see her take initiative but she'd always been way more bold than me.

"Hi." The girl replied. "I know you lot probably won't let me but I really need to speak to Liam."

"What about?" I asked curiously. It was a line I was sure many people tried to use. One the minders would never buy into.

She gulped and looked down. She scrunched her eyes closed and I knew what was happening. "Please!" She cried when she looked back up at me her eyes that familiar light red. "I just need to-"

"Alright!" I said trying to sound as gentle as I could while still keeping my guard up. "Come on!"

We opened the gate wide enough to let her in and took her in the house.

"Alright, Adds!" Noel said quite chipper. He was on cloud nine that day. I'm sure the coke had something to do with it but I hoped the excitement of Earls Court Round Two outweighed the gear. "Who's your mate?"

I turned to her. "What is your name?" I asked. In all the weirdness of the situation I guess I forgot to ask.

"Samantha." She replied sheepishly.

"Oh okay. Do you go by Sam?"

She nodded. "Sometimes." She looked past me. "Oh my God!"

I turned around to see him sitting there on the couch.

"Alright." He said to her with a nod and that slick grin of his.

"Can I talk to you?" Sam asked him.

He chuckled. "Ya already are!"

"No. I mean. Can I talk to you in private?"

"Nah!" He shook his head. "Anything ya've got to say t'me, ya can say in front a them."

"Alright." She said before gulping. "I'm pregnant."

Silence fell over everyone. Liam's eyes widened and he looked like he stopped breathing.

"You remember, don't you?" She continued. "After your gig in Bournemouth. You took me to the toilets and-"

He stood up and took off down the hallway.

"Liam!" I called as I followed after him.

He ran into the bathroom and shut the door.

"Open the door!" I barked as I pounded on it. I tried to turn the knob but he locked it. "Fuck's sake!" I hit once more and then gave up. "Prick!" I muttered before walking away.

"If you're pregnant, take a test." Noel said to Sam as I walked back in the living room.

"It sounds like she already did that." Emma piped up.

He glared at her. "How the fuck d'you know she did? Were ya there with her or summat? Holdin' her fuckin'-"

"That's enough!" I cut in. "She doesn't need this-"

"The fuck d'ya mean she don't need this?" He kept going. "What if she's lyin'? What if she's only doin' this to try and get money from us or somethin'?" He turned to Sam. "If you're really up the duff, then take a fuckin' test!"

"Noel-"

"I'm not gonna have this shit ruin the fuckin' gig tonight, Adds! You know how big of a fuckin' deal these two nights are and I'm not gonna have anything fuck it up. Protect him, protect her, whatever you wanna fuckin' do but this shit is not gonna-"

"Alright!" I yelled. "Jesus Christ! Just try not to forget who she is to you."

He looked at me confused. "What the fuck are ya on about? She's nothin' t'me!"

I shook my head as I tutted. "She's the reason you guys are even at Earls Court in the first place. One of the million fucking reasons you-"

"Get her a test." He said firmly. "Haven't ya got one a them sticks ya piss on lyin' about?"

"Why the fuck would she have one of those just 'lying about'?" Emma air quoted sarcastically.

"Oh no. He's right Em." I replied. "I've got tons of 'em lying around. Right next to the non-alcoholic beer."

Noel rolled his eyes.

"If you want her to take a pregnancy test, go buy one." I told him. "Use that fancy credit card of yours and-"

"Fuck off!" He exclaimed.

I glared at him. "This was your fucking idea. You're always going on about how if you want something done, you always have to do it your fucking self. Go down the corner shop, get her a fucking pregnancy test, and have fucking done with-"

"Alright!" He interrupted me. "C'mon, Bone!"

Noel found the key and gave it to me. I put it right in the doorknob and turned it until I heard it click. I opened the door and went inside.

He sat there on the other side of the cabinet that had the sink on top of it, cowering against it, looking like he was about to shit his pants.

I sat down across from him and looked him right in the eyes. "Congratulations." I said to him. "You're not gonna be a dad."

He stared at me, the look of fright quickly turning to shock and God only knows what else.

"Thank fuck Patsy wasn't here."

"Is she-"

"No." I cut him off. "After she took the test and Noel had the proof she was lying, he told her to get lost. Fuck off back to Bournemouth. So nice!"

"Tixie, I-"

"Don't start with that bull shit!" I warned feeling just the slightest tears start to form. "You got lucky with this one but next time-"

"I don't get girls pregnant." He said quickly. "You see what's happened. Our Noel was right. She was only after me money-"

"Stop! You're a fucking prick!"

He twisted his face in anger. "No I'm not!" He leaned forward which made me stand up so I could get of his way. "She's the one who-"

"Then you're even, right?"

He stood up and stared at me.

"What if I'd come busting down your door claiming I was pregnant?" I asked.

He shook his head. "You're different." He replied.

"How am I different? I let you shag me in a toilet only I was smart enough to use birth control and even if I didn't, I-"

"Just stop Addie! Why d'you always gotta try and be right? Why d'ya always gotta try and make me feel guilty?"

"Because someone has to-"

"No they don't!" He screamed. "That bint come 'round 'cuz she thought I was in love with her. They all fuckin' do-"

"So that makes it okay?" I asked.

He blew out clearly trying to remain calm.

"You can justify it because you're a rock star, right? All those times you cheated on me, free pass. All those times you cheated on Patsy, free pass. You're Liam Fucking Gallagher. You-"

His kiss was hard and forceful as he threw me back against the wall by the shower.

"Only have eyes for you." He said after he pulled back and showed those clear blue eyes. "I love you, Tixie. I always-"

"You're fucking delusional!" I yelled as I watched him rub his stinging red cheek. I didn't mean to hit him so hard but the momentum in my hand was beyond my control at that point.

He finally stood up and looked at me. "Why d'you-"

"Go back to Patsy's!"

"You what?!"

"Go back to Patsy's!" I repeated. "Or Manchester. Far away from-"

"How the fuck's that gonna work out?" He asked. "I've a tour to go on. And you're s'posed to be my baby-sitter. Can't force me out, Tix. We all know that's Noel's job, not yours."

I went to speak but he grabbed the back of my head and the shock of it kept me from speaking.

"Guess that means you're stuck with me." He whispered into my ear with a smile before kissing it.