LMPYITP: The Random Passages

Ain't No Guard in My House

Author's Note:

This story picks up where Chapter 202 left off so please feel free to read it to help follow with the plot. If you've already read it, thank you so much! I'm not sure if this will become Chapter 203 or not so it's better left in The Random Passages for now. I hope you enjoy it!

Thanks again for reading!

"It's not like he won't find out you're here." Noel told me as we stayed sat in the bed.

"Yeah, well it ain't like Sara ain't gonna find out you here either!" I shot back. "Bet she got a tracker on your phone!" I nodded at it.

"No, she don't!" He shook his head gazing at the screen. "She..." He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he scrolled through it.

"You got so many apps on there, you ain't even know what they're for! Even Joe Gilgun could work that thing better than you could...and figure out which one's planted the trackin' device!"

"She did not plant a fuckin'-"

"They do it with dogs, cats. There was even an episode of Law & Order: SVU once that-"

"Fuck off!" He barked tossing his phone back down on the nightstand.

"Is it true?" I questioned him.

"No, it fuckin' isn't! She didn't put a fuckin' trackin' device on me-"

"I ain't talkin' about that. I'm talkin' about what Liam said on Twitter. About her hidin' your passport and refusin' to let you go on tour. Did she really do it or is Liam just talkin' smack again?"

He tutted. "I ain't gonna fuckin' dignify that with a response!"

I rolled my eyes as his phone began to ring. "Oh! Look who it is!" I quipped when he gasped at the name on the caller ID.

"Shut the fuck up!" He ordered before swiping to answer the call. "Hello? Yeahr, I know but there's nowt to worry about- I am in Kentish Town, yeah. Just went 'round to visit a m- no. It's not 'er. I don't even know where she's-"

I predict a riot, I predict a riot

I predict a riot, I predict a riot

"Fuck! Off!" He growled slapping my phone away to silence it.

I stayed quiet watching and listening to the rest of his conversation go down. I couldn't hear what was being said on the other end but the look on his face and his pleas and defenses told me it wasn't pleasant.

"I'll be 'ome in a bit." He assured them. "I love you. Buh bye." He hung up the phone.

"Y'know, she ain't even need to download a app on your phone." I mused making him peer over at me. "'Cuz the news media'll do it for her. Seen Noel Gallagher walkin' down the street the other day. Really? What was he doin'? I dunno. Just walkin' I guess." I shrugged. "And he was wearin' his signature leather jacket and jeans and trainers. The epitome of dad rock. Such a style icon!"

"Fuck off!" He snarled looking back down at his phone.

"Ain't nobody in America gives a shit what you're doin'." I watched him scroll through whatever trying to ignore me. "And I'd love to find people in this country who don't give a shit either. I know they exist. It's just, you control so many like a fuckin' puppet master-"

"No, I don't!"

"Yes, you do! It's what you've been workin' on for centuries! And now you've got everyone right where you want 'em...but imagine what they'd say if they found out you were in Kentish Town in bed with your sister-in-law?"