Pictures of you-Chapter 13 (90's Liam Gallagher X Reader)
Pairing: 90's Liam Gallagher X Reader
Warnings: Angst AF (this chapter is sad guys), mention of mental hospital, Language, Smut, maybe a few spelling mistakes.
Words: 3695
Summary: 1998, your marriage is doing well until Meg reveals a truth that will change your year and your wedding vows forever.
A/N: Hey everybody ! I'm back for chapter 13! I hope you'll like it as per usual. I'll try to publish a Wednesday smut next week but I can't tell for sure because it'll be my birthday week so I might be absent.
Enjoy !
(Jeez I never saw that picture before and damn he's attractive)
January 8th 1998- New Jersey-USA
I was clean from drugs. Noel was calming down; Meg was clean as well, but Liam was still on them.
I was following therapy and was taking my medication correctly.
I started working again with Oasis, on tour.
I even had stopped drinking alcohol, so parties were almost annoying for me.
This night, Oasis were playing BB&T Pavilion in Camden in New Jersey. I was taking pictures of the band before the gig.
The second before I saw what would change my life and break my heart, I was taking pictures of Bonehead and Alan preparing before going on stage. Then a picture of Guigsy making faces in front of my camera.
Guigs, stop! I said laughing
At least ye’ll have a memorable picture fer tonight!
Oh yeah, certainly! And I’ll show it to everyone on your birthday, mate!
Don’t care, I assume everything! He said laughing
Suddenly, I heard shouting behind me.
I turned around and saw Liam, Noel and Meg yell at each other.
I didn’t know what they were arguing about, but I was anxious about it. So, I went towards them.
Hey! what’s going on here? I asked
Nothing sweetheart, just the usual stuff.
And what’s Meg doing in all this?
I just wanted Noel and Liam to stop arguing, that’s all. She answered
I never heard you yell, I’m just surprised, but thank you for trying to make it stop.
You’re welcome.
As we started walking away, Noel shouted something.
I’m not done with ye, we’ll talk about it later!
Yeah, we’ll see that! Liam answered back
Liam took me by the hand and prepared to go on stage.
It looks more serious than the usual arguments.
Oh no, it was really the usual thing love, there’s nothing to worry about. Noel will calm the fuck down, ye’ll see, he’ll apologize after the gig.
A minute before going on stage guys! Alan shouted
Are ye staying there? Liam asked
Yeah, and might go next to the stage to take pictures.
I’ll put on me best faces, me.
And even if you don’t, you’re still fucking handsome.
I know! He said before kissing me and going on stage
And I did what I had said, taking good pictures. And when I was next to the stage, I could see that Noel was looking at his brother as if he was going to murder him. Something was definitely wrong. I had to found what and how I could act on it.
But nothing more was said this night. The pain I was about to feel had only been delayed for a month.
*
February 11th 1998-London:
Liam and Noel were out in London for one of their friend’s bachelor party. So Meg proposed me to join her and her friends to have a drink in a pub.
I accepted because I was bored on my own and didn’t want to watch a movie.
I joined them at 9pm, and only drank sodas when Meg was drinking cocktails over cocktails and ended up wasted. Her friends left and we were the two remaining.
Hope they won’t argue tonight, I don’t like to see them fight even if it’s usual. I said
Yeah, me neither. But you know, their eldest big fight is a month old, when…
When you tried to calm them down in Camden?
Oh, actually I was part of the argument.
What do you mean Meg?
Well, I was screaming at your husband. Not Noel. Noel was right to scream at him with me.
What? But…why?
So Liam didn’t tell you what it was about then.
He just told me it was the usual stuff.
Oh sweetie… Sadly it wasn’t usual.
Meg, you’re worrying me, is there something I should know?
By now, yes. Let me order you a drink before I tell you.
Meg… I don’t drink alcohol anymore.
I know, but you’ll need this drink, believe me. I’m not trying to make you an alcoholic again, but you’ll need it.
She ordered my classic big glass of pure vodka, because she knew it was my coping drink.
Is it that serious? I asked, looking at my glass
It is. And I swear on my wedding ring I’m gonna kill Liam for not telling you like he promised to do.
Is it Peggy? Paul? Is one of them sick?
No, they’re fine love, it’s really about Liam.
I was so anxious I took a big sip of my glass.
Okay… I’m ready, tell me.
Listen Y/N... my little darling, it’s going to hurt, but you have to know that Noel and I will be there for you and what it was about. You’re my sister-in-law and also my closest friend, and when I saw this, I threatened Liam to tell you if he didn’t. And I’m really hurt too by the idea of telling you this. It’s the hardest thing I ever had to do.
Please Meg, I love you too but cut the shit.
Okay… A few days before Camden, I was in a café in London with Sadie, and we were sat at a table when a couple came and sat at a table not far from ours. After a few minutes they started arguing and I recognized Liam’s voice. I turned over and I saw he was arguing with Lisa Moorish. Eventually, she left, and I saw why they were arguing. I heard the words “the baby” a few times in their argument. And… Lisa Is pregnant. Like very pregnant.
Meg, that’s bullshit, Liam would never have cheated on me.
Wait Y/N, I’m not done. He didn’t see me at first, and when he was about to leave, he saw me, and I was agape. I think he freaked out. He immediately came towards me and told me I really shouldn’t tell you about this, that I didn’t hear anything, or I would deal with a real bad moment.
My whole world, my marriage, my mental health progress, all of this was falling apart. I didn’t know, but tears had started running down my face and I was zoning out. It took me a few moments for me to “come back to earth” when Meg dug her nails in my hand, seeing I wasn’t reacting anymore.
Y/N, I’m so sorry…
Don’t be Meg. Thank you for telling me.
I drank the rest of my glass in a row, before hugging her and leaving to go home, crying.
Meg didn’t make me an alcoholic. I already was. And before confronting Liam, I needed more of these.
*
While waiting for my husband at our house, I drank and smoked more cigarettes than I should have. I was wasted, in pain even though all the alcohol I drank, but I still wanted to confront him.
I prepared a bag in case, if what Meg told me was true.
But Meg wasn’t a liar, she never lied to me. It was the cliché of the cheated lover waiting in the dark with a drink in her hand.
When Liam arrived and closed the front door, I threw my now empty glass on the wall next to him. The glass broke, and Liam turned the light on, stunned.
Y/N, What the fuck?! He yelled
You fucking asshole! I answered the same
What the fuck?! He repeated
I was with Meg tonight. Is there anything you want to tell me William?
What? He said acting as if he didn’t understand anything
I know everything you fucker! I was so fucking right to be suspicious about your relationship with Lisa! She’s my fucking ex, my ass!
Oh shit…
A silence that lasted a few seconds took place.
Oh shit? That’s all you have to say?! How could you do this to me?
Listen, love, I’m soz…
You’re sorry? It’s not like it wasn’t something that lasted a few months! And thinking I married you… I should have listened to Noel; he was right this whole time!
Oi!
You don’t have your word to say. You made a fool out of me!
Y/N, please, I love ye!
Don’t you dare! If you really did love me, you wouldn’t have fucked Lisa and put her pregnant!
I took the full bag next to me.
What the fuck do ye think yer doing?
I’m leaving you.
Yer wot? No Y/N, please, don’t leave me, ye can’t leave me, please, I’ll make it up to ye, I’m begging ye! He said, holding my wrist with his hand
Let go of me! I yelled
Tears started running down our faces, but I had no right to weaken in front of him, he had done enough.
He tried to follow me, but I started running and he gave up.
I took a cab that drove me to Saint Ann’s Hospital. I needed to protect myself from myself. I knew since my suicide attempt that I was weak and dangerous for myself. It would be better to keep me safe.
*
February 15th 1998- Saint Ann’s Hospital – Daisy Ward
I had the right to receive visits. My husband didn’t know where I was and wasn’t apparently looking for me.
I asked two persons to come and visit me, at the same hour.
I was sat in the park and Noel arrived first.
Here she is. Why did ye go missing?
Because of your brother. Meg told me everything. You were right Noel. He fucked me up.
Hey, no, I’m soz fer saying that, I had a cob on when I said it. Deep down, I hoped he changed. Ye were the first one he wanted to marry. He really did seem to love ye. I’m sure he still does; he just doesn’t know how to keep his fucking dick in his trousers. That’s why when Meg told me what happened, I yelled at him. Remember what I promised 3 years ago? I may act like a fucking bastard sometimes, but I always keep me promises, me.
Am I supposed to thank you Noely? I said sarcastically
Noel chuckled; he knew it was humor.
Why are ye there Y/N?
To keep me from doing something stupid. But I didn’t call you for that.
Why then?
This. I said, showing someone behind him
Behind him was arriving the second person I called, who introduced me to photography. My cousin Pete.
Hi little one! He said
Hi cousin!
He held me in his arms and greeted Noel.
So, why am I here? He asked
I wanted you to meet Noel because I have something to ask you both.
Go ahead. Noel said
Okay, so Noel, Pete is my cousin as you could hear me say, and he’s a photographer. Knowing I won’t be able to follow you on tour for personal and mental health matter, I’d like to know if you’d accept to give a chance to Pete. He’s the one who taught me everything, and to my eyes, he’s the best photographer in the world.
Sure! Did ye see your cousin’s work? Noel asked
If I saw it? Man, I’m the proudest cousin in the world, her pictures are excellent.
I had a good teacher! I answered
Pete smiled
Okay. I’ll give ye yer luck.
Take good care of him Noely.
Liam?
Also him. I’ll stay here for a few, until I feel a bit better.
Do ye know where to go after?
Nope.
Noel fumbled in his pockets and took out keys.
Here. I always have a double of my keys, ye never know. When ye’ll be out, go to Supernova heights.
Are you sure?
Y/N, ye’re me sister-in-law and me best friend. If I give ye me keys, yeah, I’m sure.
I hugged Noel.
Thank you.
‘s nothing. He answered
Anyway, are you two staying a bit with me?
Of course! the two answered at the same time
*
While Oasis were on tour, I was living at Noel’s and Meg’s. The two were calling me everyday to get some news and called me when they were about to come back from tour in March, so I had time to move somewhere else. Meanwhile, no news from Liam.
I moved with my other brother-in-law Paul for 3 months, still no news from Liam.
Then my last destination was Graham’s apartment.
We couldn’t have lived a love story, but we were friends and nothing else by now.
I was alone and bored, so one day, Graham took me to the studios with him. I made friends with the other guys, but Damon was scaring me a bit. Like me, he was suffering from a painful breakup, but compared to me, he was high on heroin.
Still having no news from my husband, I decided to write him a letter that finally I would never send, and that would become one of Blur’s heartbreaking songs:
“Liam, I know it’s over, you don’t need to tell me, I hope you found someone who makes you feel safe in your sleeping tonight. Won’t kill myself trying to stay in your life because I got no distance left to run. When you’ll see me, please, turn your back and walk away, I don’t wanna see you. I know the dreams that you keep because that’s where we meet. When you’re coming down, think of me here. I knew it would end this way; I hope you found someone who makes you feel that this life is a life. One who settles down and stays around and spends more time with you than I had the chance to. When I was coming home, your absence made the house feel so cold. Now there’s no more home. I can’t keep living this and wait to have news from you everyday. Know that I really loved you.
Goodbye
Y/N Gallagher”
And one day, when Graham came in the spare room I was staying in, he found the letter.
You’re planning on leaving Liam definitely?
I don’t know. Why?
Just found your letter, looks like poetry.
Well thank you I guess? But you can’t throw it away, I’m not planning to send it.
Well actually… Do you mind if I keep it and give it to Damon?
What for?
Lyrics…songs…could inspire him. I know he wants to write something about his story with Justine so…
Oh yeah, whatever, you can have it, give him the whole credits, as if I didn’t write it please.
Okay, thank you.
Nevermind !
That’s how with a few modifications, a soul, instruments and Damon’s beautiful voice, this letter became No distance left to run.
But I had to act. I couldn’t stay like this. So if Liam didn’t love me and want me anymore, the best was to send him divorce papers.
Gray?
Yeah?
Do you know a lawyer?
*
December 11th 1998- Graham’s apartment- London
Graham was in Iceland with Blur, so I was all alone in the apartment.
Having no news from Liam, I went to see a lawyer.
I couldn’t stay in this situation, Liam’s silence was too hard to handle, and meant he didn’t want to do anything with me anymore.
So I asked for divorce papers I filled, and my lawyer sent them to Liam.
But I was fucking mistaken.
At 10pm, someone banged at the door.
It was unusual, and I panicked. So I took the first thing I could find, and it was the living room’s lamp.
I grabbed it and approached the door. I slowly opened it and saw my dear husband, who was enraged.
Liam?
He pushed the door and entered the apartment without being invited.
That’s where ye were fucking hidden then? I’ve been looking fer ye everywhere! He yelled
Not that much apparently! How dare you coming here after almost a year of silence to fucking yell at me? What the fuck are you even doing here?
He showed me a big envelope he was holding in his hand.
Fer this! So this is how ye want things then? Ye want to end a 3 year relationship?
2 years actually, this year doesn’t count.
That’s not what I’m fucking getting at! Ye want us to fucking divorce?! He kept yelling
When I married you Liam, nowhere it was fucking written that you had the right to be unfaithful to me! Nowhere!
I said I was fucking sorry, okay?
I chuckled, even though I was on the edge of tears.
Because you think that saying you’re sorry is enough? Do you think that when your father was saying he was sorry to your mother after beating her it was enough?
Don’t ye dare going on this path!
Oh, but I’ll dare! I wasn’t wrong when I said you were like him, you may not be a wife beater, but just like him, you’re a fucking womanizer.
Liam fists were clenching.
Stop!
How’s the daughter you fathered by the way? I heard you didn’t recognize her?
It was too much for Liam who started to cry. He put his hand around my neck and pinned me against the wall before letting out a big scream of rage.
Here we are. You show your real face. Still don’t want to divorce? I murmured
Ye fucking whore!
What did you just call me?
Ye’re a fucking whore!
I slapped him.
But I’m the whore you married, honey.
Liam let go of my throat and pushed me. I fell on the ground, and dragged him down with me.
I got on top of him and punched him until he grabbed both my wrists with strength, and I tried to fight back.
But you know Liam has always been stronger than me. He took control and straddled me.
His rage dissipated in a few seconds, when he saw the tears flowing from my eyes.
He softened and kissed me harshly, imposing his body on mine.
And the whole hate of the heated moment disappeared with passion.
Liam slipped the strap of my nightie off and pulled it up to my waist, ripping my panties off, while I was helping him with his trousers.
He pulled them down and kissed me again before letting his lips go down on my breasts and suck on them.
At the very same time, he entered me without warning.
We let out a moan in unison. He didn’t let me get adjusted to his size and started thrusting in me.
His pace was fast, his lips were alternating between kisses on mine and my breasts.
He gripped my hips with strength, making him go deeper.
I never want to divorce, ye hear me? Never! He grunted
I answered with a loud moan.
Don’t ye love me Y/N? ‘Cause I love ye!
I love you Liam… I always did! I whined
I knew my hips would be bruised the next day and I also knew I wouldn’t last long.
Liam was starting to hit my G-spot, and my walls were convulsing around him.
Oh fuckin’ hell Y/N, I love ye…
My nails dug in his back, and I clung to him.
Liam was holding me tight, as if he was scared, I would leave again, rolling his hips against mine sloppily by now, indicating he was close.
His moans got louder, a thin layer of sweat covering our skins, my legs starting to shake.
Oh Liam…
He kept drilling inside me slowly, until my insides spasmed continuously around him.
Yer going to make me fucking cum Y/N…Are ye with me?
Yes Liam… And are you mine?
I’m only yers baby, only yers, forever!
Hearing his words threw me over the edge.
I was a moaning mess, coming undone around his member.
His hips stuttered, as he painted my insides with his hot release, grunting my name and swearing.
He collapsed on top of me, his head falling in the crook of my neck.
Silence took place, but a good one this time.
While we were catching our breaths, a question came to my mind.
How did you find me? I asked, panting
I didn’t marry a stupid woman. He answered the same
What do you mean Liam?
The divorce papers Y/N. The address you were at was written on it.
Oh. Forgot about that.
Can I fucking tear ‘em up now?
It all depends on you Liam. Because of your silence, I thought you didn’t want me anymore.
Firstly, I was on tour until march, secondly, I was thinking on how I could make ye come back, and thirdly, in June, I decided that one of the things that could help ye come back to me was to go to rehab. I stood there ‘til fucking October and during this whole year I tried to know where ye fucking were, ‘Cause yeah, I’ve been looking fer ye. But I would never have guessed ye were at Coxon’s.
Well congratulations, you finally found me.
He looked at me in the eyes.
Y/N, can we start over? I love ye. I really fucking love ye. Always did.
I sighed.
This is your second and last chance. If you ever fucking cheat on me again, it’ll be over. You have to know it might take time, because I have to learn how to trust you again.
I know. And I’ll never do it again. I promise, me.
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