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An awkward morning after you've with your rival.

Manchester, 1994. Oasis was just beginning to conquer the world, and Noel Gallagher walked like he already owned it. Sarcastic, sharp-witted, and with an ego through the roof, he was at his best—and worst—moment: too young to watch his words, too brilliant to let anyone question them. And among all the people he hated for no apparent reason, there was you.

To him, you were a fraud with a guitar, an overrated "pretty boy." Your face, your voice, your success irritated him. You irritated him. And perhaps for that very reason, he couldn't stop staring at you.

An argument in a bar, too much alcohol, too many words spoken... and the rest faded into the night. The next thing was dawn: an unfamiliar room, two exhausted bodies, and a silence heavier than any hangover.

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