4th July 1994
I was disturbed from my sleep by the cool breeze in my room. I rolled on my back, opening my tired eyes and looking to see the disturbance smiling back at me.
Damon was sat up in my bed, eyes squinting from tiredness and an innocently small smile.
"Good morning." He said, lying back down next to me.
I turned around, facing away from him, he snaked his arms around my waist, pulling me closer into him.
We laid in comfortable silence until I realised I wouldn't get back to sleep.
I sat up, Damon turned onto his back watching me.
I held the covers over my chest so I wasn't completely exposed, leaning over to take the pack of cigarettes on my night stand, 11:43, the clock read.
"D'ya want one?" I asked him, getting myself one.
"Yes please." He grumbled.
I handed him one, throwing my pack back onto the stand and lighting them both separately.
"What's your plan for today?"
"Don't really have one," I explained, "I was meant to go for an interview with Liam and Noel but I've slept through it mostly."
I shrugged not caring too much.
"I'd get belted if I missed an interview." Damon chuckled at my carelessness.
I laid down on my back looking to the ceiling whilst smoking, "That's 'Cos yer the main one."
"So are you?" He furrowed his brows, turning on his side to look at me, holding himself up by his arms.
I shook my head, "No I'm not, tha's Liam and Noel."
"You're in the papers just as much as them," Damon explained, "I thought you was their sister before I met you."
I laughed at this, he thought I was a Gallagher? I shuddered at the thought of being related to those two idiots.
I opened my mouth to make fun of him for thinking that when the sound of my telephone was heard.
I sighed, giving him and apologetic look whilst shuffling to my feet, putting on some underwear and one of Liams jumpers on my floor, "that'll probably be Noel."
Damon just rolled his eyes at me.
I answered through the phone attached to the wall in my room so I didn't have to leave Damon unattended.
"Hello?" I said into the receiver.
"Good morning my darl!"
"Mum." Damon gave me a questioning look to which I turned away.
"I wanted to ring early, make sure I was the first person to tell yous happy birthday!" She laughed through the line, he bubbly voice filled with excitement.
My face fell at her words, "what?"
"Finally you're 21! When you go over to America you'll be able to drink!" She continued listing things.
I stayed quiet as she spoke, I felt a tear well up in my eyes and when Damon noticed he sat up, worried.
"Mum," I stopped her.
"What is it darl?" She cheerfully asked.
I coughed, stopping myself from crying, "my birthday was yesterday."
"What?" I her voice said, quieter than it was, "no it wasn't!" She tried to laugh it off as if I was joking with her.
"Yes it was," I sniffled, still not letting a tear shed, "3rd of July 1973."
"But I thought-"
"Goodbye mum, love you." I interrupted her before hanging up.
After ending the call I let the phone continue to dangle off the line so that if she'd tried to call back she wouldn't be able to.
I wiped the long sleeves of the jumper across my face to get rid of any fallen tears, making sure I wasn't a complete mess.
I looked over to Damon, his eyes were filled with guilt, his mouth had turned downwards into a small frown, "Are you okay?"
"It's whatever," I shrugged rooting through my clothes from yesterday, looking for something in particular, "not the worst thing she's done on my birthday," I stood up after finding it and furrowed my brows, "or in regards to it, I guess."
I opened the little zip lock bag that Ariana gifted me with last night. I took one of my door keys and scooped some out, putting it on my sketchbook, I quickly snorted it up with a paintbrush cap.
The bitter taste of it travelling down my throat made me scrunch my face up in disgust, "I'm putting some music on."
I skipped my way over to the record player, I smiled looking at the vinyl I'd decided to play, I span in a circle as 'I'd have you anytime' by George Harrison blared through the speakers.
"What's this?" Damon asked laughing at me.
"This," I started dancing myself, "is the best beatles best album"
"Paul McCartney?" Damon rose his eyebrow.
"No! You twat!" I exclaimed at the clueless boy, "Its George Harrison."
"He did that song a few years ago?" Damon thought for a moment, "got my mind set on you?"
I nodded my head and continued to dance to the music playing.
"You're really good at this?" Damon said, still sat on the bed.
"At what? Dancing?" I turned to face him and saw that he had my sketchbook that I'd previously used to snort coke off of opened up.
I rushed over to him, grabbing it out of his grasp, "no I'm not." I told him blushing.
"You are." He took it back off me, "they look so realistic."
My sketchbook was filled with realistic pictures of people, mostly the boys and random models out of magazines. I liked to use ballpoint pen and watercolour for most of it.
"There's a lot of Liam..." Damon said whilst flicking through it.
I shrugged, sitting next to him, "he's easy to draw."
"Did you go to school for this?" He looked to me, genuinely interested.
I shook my head laughing, "Go to school for art? I barely did good in my GCSEs, I'd be shit at collage."
"You didn't go to collage?" His head shook in confusion.
I blushed, "I started, got through my first year but then oasis sort of got biggish." I averted my eyes in embarrassment, "plus I didn't think you could go to uni for art?"
Damon laughed, thinking I was silly, "Graham went to art school, he'd probably know more than me."
I rolled my eyes, "It's not really a stable career, an artist." I sighed knowing it'd never happen.
"They say that about us." He told me.
He was right, but I'm in oasis, this is my job and I was happy with it.
I stood back up, looking for the number Ariana gave me.
"you should draw me sometime." He said from behind me.
I walked backwards over to the dangling telephone, facing him and stuck up two fingers whilst also sticking my tongue out, picking it up for the second time today, I dialled the number on the slip of paper and waited as it rang.
After the third ring her voice came greeting, "hello?"
"Hi," I started, "it's Astrid, we met last night at The Fridge."
"Yes, I remember you," I could hear her smile, "how are you?" She asked.
"All good, just wondered if you'd wanna meet up for coffee at some point this week?"
"Sounds good to me. I'm free whenever so get back to me with a date."
"Cool I will do." I said before we bid our fair wells
"That was quick." Damon observed.
I walked up to him, he now sat in an upright position at the end of the bed with his feet on the ground, I walked between his legs as he put his hands on my waist, we kissed each other gently and spent the rest of the day in bed.