Noel Gallagher

It had been a couple of months since you and Noel Gallagher had broken up. You remember the night clearly. It ended in tears, smashed bottles and a sobbing, shouting Noel storming out the door into the rain. To be honest, you didn’t blame him for what happened. It’s been a rough few months for Noel. After Oasis sit up, he's just changed his entire perspective on things.

Good things must always come to an end. That’s what they say, isn’t it?

Currently, Noel was trying his best to write an album for his new band, Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds. Though, it was difficult to do that when he was stuck in a cycle of getting high, getting low again, falling ill and having frequent panic attacks. When he WAS working on his music in the studio, all he could think of was you. You are his muse, you are his inspiration, but you're gone now. Typically, after a long session of doing absolutely nothing, he’d just give up and stumble back to the bar to drink his sorrows away.

He’s drinking his beer, or is it drinking him? You start to realise the things you own end up owning you. One cold Friday night, ends up making the drunken mistake of calling you, and to his luck, you pick up.

"I need to see you." He slurs over the phone line, his Mancunian accent thickly laced with cocaine. He knows it's late, but he needs his darling muse.