I'm so so so sorry I haven't updated in ages, I've just finished school for the summer and life has been getting in the way. But here's a nice little two part oneshot for ya, hope you enjoy.

Your POV

1988

"Liam, you're a fucking wanker."

Liam smiled and drank his beer. He licked his lips and retorted, "You love me really. Besides, it's the end of the school, we've finally finished our fuckin' GCSE's and we're adults."

I rolled my eyes and explained, "Really? One, I don't, we're just mates and two, we're still sixteen. We're definitely not adults."

Liam argued, "Yeah, but we ain't teenagers anymore. So if we're not adults or teenagers, what the fuck are we?"

I shrugged my shoulders and mumbled, "How the fuck should I know?"

Liam laughed. I took a swing from my beer bottle as we both laid on his bed, looking up at the ceiling.

We laid in utter silence, I liked it. The quiet, the peaceful. The complete opposite to my life, loud, chaotic.

But Liam made it calm, made the world make more sense.

Which killed me knowing I had to leave him and I wasn't even going to tell him till the very last minute.

I bit my lip and quickly glanced at him. My fucking god, he was beautiful. Breathtaking in fact.

His hair, his eyes, his smirk, his walk, his clothes, his voice. Hell, even his fucking eyebrows. The funny thing was that he didn't think so.

He didn't think he looked nice, and he was right.

He didn't look nice. He looked like art, and art isn't supposed to look nice: it's supposed to make you feel something.

I mumbled, "Liam?"

He grumbled in response, having his eyes closed.

I asked, "Would you hate me if I just left, like, I moved somewhere and I never told you until the last minute?"

He asked, "Uhh... I don't know. Why are you asking?"

I quickly said, "Curiosity."

Liam opened his eyes and looked at me with a concerned look. He asked, "That's bullshit, what is it you're not telling me?"

I exclaimed, "Nothing!"

Liam argued, "Well, it clearly fuckin' isn't. Otherwise, you wouldn't ask me that question. What's going on?"

I continued to argue, "It's nothing! It's just a question!"

"Yeah, and a fuckin' concerning one! Are you leaving me?!"

I argued, "You're acting like I'm breaking up with you?!"

Liam exclaimed, "Well, it fuckin' feels like one?!"

I suddenly shout, "Fuck?! You're such a fucking prick?!"

Liam shouted back, "How am I being a fuckin' prick?! You're the one who asked that stupid question, I just want to know what the fuck you're going on about?!"

"I'm fucking moving, okay?! To fucking America?!" I screamed.

Liams' face changed immediately from frustrated to confused to extremely upset.

He whimpered, "W-what?"

I breathed out heavily and explained, "I'm going to America for collage. I'm going tonight actually."

Liam cried, "What, and you didn't think to fuckin' tell me?!"

I exclaimed, "I tried to?! But I couldn't, it was too hard. I wasn't going to tell until I was at the airport."

Liam argued, "So, you were just going to leave me in the fuckin' dark until you fucked off to America?!"

I exclaimed, "It's not like that! I... I just couldn't face telling you."

Liam scoffed and grumbled, "And to think we're supposed to be best mates."

I whimpered, "We are! We can still be, can't we?"

Liam turned away from me and simply said, "I think you should go."

I whispered, "Liam.."

Liam cut me off exclaiming, "Just fuckin' go!"

I felt tears starting to fall down my face. I breathed and eventually mumbled, "I hope you have a good life, William."

I got up from the bed and I walked towards the bedroom door. I looked back at Liam, but he faced away from me.

I sniffed and eventually left the room. Leaving the one thing that was most dear to me.

1995

I finally had the fucking courage to come back to my home country, England. After seven years of practically hiding in the US, I decided to come back.

It was weird, but also normal. I never really got used to the "American" way of living.

But I knew one thing, I had no idea what was going on with Liam or Noel until I came back. The very moment I came off the plane and went into the airport, Oasis was playing.

And I could hear Liam's voice, singing a song called 'Wonderwall'. I couldn't believe it, seven years and he was in one of the biggest bands in the country.

All I did was do fuck all.

I decided to stay with my aunt until I could afford my own place, which meant come back to my home, Manchester.

I was terrified of bumping into Liam, although I wasn't too surprised that I was scared. I hurt him, I left him in such bad terms. I wish I hadn't.

I wanted to go and find him to apologise, but I was being a pussy and was scared to face him.

It wasn't until I decided to go my local pub, the one that me and my family I used to go to.

I remembered as I sat at the bar with a pint of lager how me and Liam used to try and get some alcoholic drinks for ourselves with fake ideas, or how we used to smoke at the back of the pub together, talking about whatever shit was bothering us.

As I smiled at our happiness memories, I could remember the last time I talked to ever spoke to him. The day I left him.

I cringed at the memory of me and him shouting at each other and how he told me to leave. I couldn't say I blamed him, I never did, he had every right to be angry at me.

I drunk the pint to try and calm myself, as I tried to drown away my memories.

But as I was about to order vodka with coke, I heard a voice from next to me say, "One pint of lager and a vodka and coke for the lady."

Holy fuck, I knew that voice. I wish I didn't, I slowly turned around.

There he was, Liam Gallagher, looking at me.

He said while smiling, "Y/N, long time no see, love."

I swallowed, why did I choose to fucking come back?

That's it for part one, I have a very special part 2 for ya. I think you shall all enjoy it. Anyways, sorry again for the absence, I shall be updating this asap, at least before I go to Tenerife in two days. Hope you enjoyed.