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We went to his room, sat down on the bed and kept talking for a while.

"So... how many songs have y'written?" I said glancing at the guitar on the corner of the room.

"Just a couple"

I looked back and forth from the guitar to Noel.

"You want me to play?"

"Yeah" I said excited.

"Alright"

And he stood up and grabbed the guitar with one hand and the pick with the other.

"You're left handed, right?"

"Yeah" he said as he tuned the instrument.

"But you play like this?"

"Yeah"

I frowned a bit "Oh, ok"

He strummed some loose chords before he started the song.

  Maybe I don't really wanna know
  How your garden grows
  'Cause I just wanna fly
  Lately, did you ever feel the pain
  In the morning rain
  As it soaks you to the bone?
 
  Maybe I just wanna fly
  Wanna live, I don't wanna die
  Maybe I just wanna breathe
  Maybe I just don't believe
  Maybe you're the same as me
  We see things they'll never see
  You and I are gonna live forever...

He finished playing and I couldn't speak.

"That was amazing" I said with the most emphasis I could fit in one sentence.

"Really? Y'think so?"

"Noel, that song is really good"

He just smiled and looked back at the guitar.

"Thanks" He put the guitar down on the floor and looked at me.

"Y'know I could write a song 'bout you"

I leaned closer "Yeah?"

"Yeah" he said just before our lips met.

He put one hand on my neck, pushing me gently down onto the bed. We kissed for a while until the door opened.

"Hey, I took your shirt toda-"

We pulled apart and stared at Liam.

No one moved.

He turned around and slammed the door on his way out.

"Fuck"

"I told you I didn't want this to happen, fuck!"

"Ellie, calm down"

"No, I have to go explain or summat, I don't know maybe he doesn't give a fuck"

I walked downstairs, determined to resolve whatever this situation was.

"Liam"

He walked out the door completely ignoring me.

I ran outside and walked fast to catch up with him.

"Liam, wait"

He looked so mad I was kinda regretting my intentions.

"Are you ok?"

"No" he suddenly said, stopping. "What the fuck, El"

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