Lizzy

Paring: Dilf!Noel Gallagher x Younger Singer

Notes: The main character is loosely based off of lana del rey when she first started singing in bars. This is my first fic, i’ve never written or posted on here so im definitely not expecting a lot of interaction with this, im mainly writing this for fun but sorry if it sucks. Enjoy!

The feeling of blood flowing down my lips, past my chin, and staining my dress had become a familiar sensation.

I walked off stage after my set and as if on queue, the blood started pouring down my nose. “Christ” I muttered as I quickly reached up to hold my nose, blood dripping down my wrists.

“Here” Joshy, lead guitarist, said. He hands me a cloth from his pocket. “Thank you Joshy” I say with a sheepish smile, embarrassed at my own body. God, why does this always happen?

As I’m walking to the bathroom to clean off the blood i’m stopped by a set of hands coming down to stop me.

Glancing up, my eyes immediately roll as I see the tall man. “What do you want from me now Harry?” I say as I shrug off his grip on my shoulders.

“Amazing set darling. I always love hearing you up on that stage singing. God, you’re so captivating.” He praises with a boyish grin. His eyes scan over my face and body, finally taking in my appearance, “I see the nose bleeds haven’t stopped though”.

“Harry, I don’t want to see you at my gigs anymore, I’ve already told you this” I continue as I walked to the bathroom and he followed behind me. “I know baby, I know. It’s just so hard to stay away. You know how much your voice moves me, it’s addicting.” He says, trying to keep up with my fast pace.

“Don’t call me baby” I push the door open, grabbing some towels and wetting them before bringing them up to my nose. Harry stares at me through the mirror as I clean myself up.

We’ve been separated for a month now and he still hasn’t backed off yet. This man can’t take a hint to save his life, I swear.

Shaking off his stare I finish cleaning myself off and turn to look at him.“How long are you going to try and win me back Harry?” Crossing my arms, trying to look as seriously as I can.

“Until it works” He says with a slight slump in his shoulders, like he’s tired of chasing but won’t quit. Every time i see that look i have to slap myself out of it and remember why we’re separated, he isn’t a good guy.

“Well have fun with that, I’m gonna go get a drink” I shrug and walk past him, slipping out of the bathroom, leaving him there.

The bar is swarming and It’s almost impossible to shove through the sweaty bodies so I opt for a smoke outside.

I finally managed to get myself to the alley outside the bar and I reach for my light but I find myself with empty pockets.

“Need a light?” I hear a voice say. Looking up i’m met with a pair of blue eyes looking at me with a sort of amusement.

“Oh, uh yes, thank you” I quickly say. Leaning in, he lights my cigarette then slides his lighter back into the pocket of his jeans. My eyes follow his movements as he leans back against the walls beside me and takes a drag of his own cigarette.

“Say, you were the bird up on that stage tonight weren’t ya?” He asks with a slight grin meeting his aged face. I can’t help but continue to stare at him. He almost looks familiar, but i can’t figure out why.

“Yeah, s’me” I say shyly as I finally pull my eyes away from studying his face and focus them down on my heels instead. I take another drag of my cigarette and tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear.

“You’ve got quite a voice on you, love” He says with a genuine tone, almost sounding proud of me. “You write your songs?” He asks.

“Yes I do” I smile and look back up at him. It’s nice to be asked questions about my band, it’s not very often people ask me about my songs.

“Damn talent, that’s what you’ve got” He smiles back at me, a slight flicker in his eyes as he looks down at my lips and back.

“You look so familiar, have we met before?” I ask as I flick my cigarette on the floor and straighten back off the wall.

“I don’t think so, love. I would’ve remembered a face like yours” He says as he straightens up off the wall, flicking his cigarette on the floor as well.

God, isn’t he flattering. Doesn’t help i’m into the older guys like him too. Just something about them attracts me, moth to a flame type of thing. My eyes fall over his body again like they can’t help but stare. His drag down my body as well and the air between us goes thick.

Something about the cologne he’s wearing or maybe it’s the way he carries himself in a purely authentic style, whatever it is, I feel it pulling me in, it’s almost intoxicating in a dangerous way. It was obvious with the way we were eyeing each other that we both wanted something from the other, just didn’t know how to get it.

I try to wrap my head around what to say back to him, but before I can I feel his lips crash onto mine. He pulls me in by my waist with both his hands until my body is flushed against his. We were both clearly needing each other with the way we chased the other’s lips. One of his large hands traveled up to grip the back of my neck, pulling me deeper into his lips.

He dragged a whimper out from my throat with the roughness he was kissing me, his hand on my waist making a bruise now with how tight he was gripping me, like I was going to slide away if he wasn’t holding tight enough. Once he pulled away, his lips immediately found my neck to leave small marks, making me breathe in tiny pants.

My head spinning as I let out more small whimpers “Fuckin’ beautiful” He muttered against my neck, trying to get more noise out of me as he starts getting more eager with his mouth.

Before we could go any further we hear a camera snap causing us both to look up at the noise.

Fucking paparazzi.

But why would the paparazzi be taking photos of me? I’m not that big of a star yet, not even a household name. I had no time to think about it further before the man I was with took my hand and quickly dragged me away from the crowd forming to get a look at us.

He pulls me with him into the back of his black car, waiting conveniently at the curb for us. I finally catch my breath as my head spins, trying to grasp everything that just happened.

“Where to love?” He asks with a small grin. I tell the driver my apartments address and then slump back into my seat looking back over at him with confusion written on my face.

“Who exactly are you?” I ask as I realize the cameras must’ve been after him and not me. “Prefer you not knowing, more fun for me that way” He simply says with that smirk sitting so nicely on his face.