#roadie

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[reallylillyy]

COMPLICATED - PROLOGUE !

PAIRING: 1997 liam gallagher x fem reader!

WORD COUNT: 1,493

DESCRIPTION: A series based on the lyrics of the iconic Avril Lavigne song- 'Complicated'. Taking a job as a roadie on the Be Here Now UK tour wasn't what you had expected, especially when you make an odd connection with the rowdy frontman of the band, Liam Gallagher.

AU: NO HATE PLS, this is my first fan fiction, and I'm starting big with a bloody series instead of sticking to one-shots, wish me luck :/

MANCHESTER, 1997

The prime of Oasis, some might say. The Be Here Now tour was a raging success across Europe and the UK, every show almost selling out and filled to the brim with chaotic fans who tried everything in their power to be just like Liam. Football chants echoing across full arenas as if the fans were rooting for their beloved team during a suspenseful cup final. The tour was nothing short of rowdy, loud, all in, and summed Oasis up perfectly.

The GMEX Arena smelt of stale beer, damp concrete, the occasional waft of cigarette smoke and electrical gear. You shoved a flight case down a narrow backstage corridor, heavy enough to break a sweat while dodging other roadies and crew members who seemed to move everywhere but out of your way. Somebody from lighting screamed for extension cables over the bustling crowd of stage crew and fans filling up the pit of the arena.

A standard Monday evening as a roadie for the Oasis lot.

"Careful with that, babe."

You looked up from the flight case, pausing your movements just in time to see one of the guitar techs, Darren, yank a cigarette from between his lips before ash cascaded out of the end of it, cascading down directly into an open case of equipment.

"Yeah... because I'm the safety hazard here." You deadpanned, looking from the fallen ash up to Darren's face.

Your sarcastic remark didn't land, no laughter was heard. None of the crew backstage ever had enough sleep to laugh, not even yourself.

Darren shrugged casually, placing the cigarette back between his lips before moving to the far end of the flight case, in the pursuit to help you tug the case the rest of the way but the faint sound of yelling coming from somewhere in the maze of dressing rooms stopped the both of you.

Gallagher shouting.

It was its own brand of yelling and pandemonium, usually ending with a brawl, a few shattered lager bottles or a black eye. Nobody around you seemed to bat an eyelid at the argument entailing a few meters away behind a closed door, there wasn't much anybody could do about it anyways. You knew that all too well.

"They're fighting already?" You questioned Darren as the two of you began to roll the flight case further backstage.

Darren rolled his eyes, "When are they not? You should known this by now, love." You sighed deeply at Darren's words as they parked the flight case by the others, dusting of your hands you dismissed yourself away from Darren, who had already started flirting with one of the arena staff members in the corner, and left to go find the toilet.

Backstage was always a maze, you never understood why the arena's couldn't sign post anything with directions. New crews, artists and bands walking those halls everyday and yet the arena had a lack of care for labelling rooms. The only room being labelled was the dressing room for the band, conveniently labelled 'Oasis' dressing room'. You knew that was for the better of all the crew, walking into that room unannounced was sure to get you fired on the spot.

That's how you ended up directly outside the band's dressing room, the door surprisingly ajar, hence why the arguing could be heard so clearly earlier.

"You're a miserable little dickhead, y'know that?" A loud and extremely Mancunian voice barked through the half-open door. The voice unmistakably belonging to Liam. You had only worked as Oasis' roadie for eleven days, but anybody could pinpoint that voice.

Noel's voice came next, "And you're pissed up an hour before we go onstage! Fuckin' ridiculous." His voice held an edge, that older brother edge that you were all too familiar with within your own older brother.

"Rock 'n' roll, man!"

"Alcoholism, man."

You didn't know why you were still stood frozen outside the room, you had been looking for the bathrooms but now suddenly the need to relieve yourself had faded and your legs refused to move away. Even though you knew it would be for your better good to leave before things between the brother's escalated.

A crash abruptly followed Noel's final sentence.

You remained in place, a small flinch of your knee and one hand pinching the bridge of your nose.

Suddenly, the dressing room door flew open harshly, so hard it slammed against the wall next to you. Liam stormed out of the room wearing a blue track jacket, a pair of blackened sunglasses indoors, and an expression that revealed he'd rather be anywhere but here, with his older brother. Muttering profanities to himself, he hadn't seen you standing a few steps away and stopped just short of you, having almost bumped directly into your figure.

For a second, both of you remained still.

Your heart stopped slightly. When you first joined the crew as a roadie, you had been promptly warned by Adam, a roadie that had been with Oasis for over two years, to not go near an angry Liam or a bossy Noel. It seemed you had stepped directly into the lion's den.

"Who the hell r'you?"

You tried to regain some form of composure as you looked up at Liam, gulping down any staggering nerves before replying, "Um.. just a roadie.." You tried to shrug casually, looking more awkward than not.

From behind him, Noel yelled from within the dressing room, "Tell him he sings like a pissed-off vacuum cleaner." The older Gallagher angrily shouted, but made no move to exit the dressing room.

"Nah, tell Noel he's one of the biggest cocks in the universe." Liam spat back, more so directed to Noel and loud enough for his brother to hear but remained a weirdly steady eye contact with you.

You held back a snort, "Creative." You replied somewhat dryly.

A smug smirk tugged at the corner of Liam's lips.

Small, but dangerous.

"You American?" Liam asked out of the blue.

"No." You swiftly replied, shaking your head in mild confusion. American? Did you sound American?

"Thought so, sound disappointed enough to be British." He pointed out casually, pushing his sunglasses further up the bridge of his nose, still hiding his eyes behind the black shields.

You didn't know how or why, but a sudden wave of bravery flashed upon you. You had to have some form of backbone to work for rockstars, "I work for you people, disappointment's mandatory."

As soon as the words left your mouth, your heart flipped in worry that Liam would take that the wrong way, seeing as though he was already riled up enough to snap. But surprisingly, it got an actual laugh out of the Mancunian boy. A sudden, sharp and surprisingly genuine one.

Then footsteps appeared at the end of the corridor. Management. PR representatives. A photographer with a laminate lanyard around his neck.

And just like that, the smile vanished from the rockstar's face and Liam changed too.

His posture somewhat straightened, chin lifted proudly and expression hardened into that familiar swaggering sneer that had been splashed across every tabloid in the country recently. The transformation between genuine and amused to cocky and arrogant happened so fast, you thought you had imagined the first version of Liam. This was the Liam everyone knew, the one you had expected to meet, but you hadn't met this version of Liam, you had seen a different side of him within the brief ten second interaction before hand.

Liam fished for another cigarette from somewhere inside his jacket.

"What're you starin' at, Sunshine?"

There it was. The performance.

"You done using me as a middle ground for your argument?" You questioned with a raised brow, crossed arms.

The people behind the two of you snorted nervously while Liam simply smirked, leaning forward ever so slightly.

"Definitely British."

From behind the them, their manager was already stood in the doorway of the dressing room, trying to usher Liam back inside for a meeting before they took the stage in an hour.

Liam lit his cigarette slowly, no care for the nagging from their manager before taking a slow puff, his eyes opening back up and fixing back on you with curiosity swirling behind his pupils.

"You got a name then?"

You told him your name.

He nodded only once, a nod that was swift and final.

"Right," He began, a slow grin rising again, "see you around then." Like it was promise, instead of a casual sentence.

Then, as quick as he appeared, he disappeared back into the dressing room behind his manager. You watched him go for exactly two seconds, watching as the door clicked close and the muffled voices of the band members, their management and PR team were much quiet than the rowing voices of Liam and Noel earlier.

"Well..." You blinked a few times before the nagging need to pee returned. What a strange interaction...

AU (2): Hope this prologue was good enough for you all, ignore any errors in the text pls and thanks I wanted to get this out of the way and start writing the actual parts of the series :)

[crumpl3dcupcak3]

Even my lip print looks artistic tonight.

[bengiexvx]

It’s fucking hot. I just want a day off already…….

[marinhotuffgong]

[fleshslop]

INTESTINES SON OR CHOPPED EMOJI DAUGHTER?

[hostilemuppet]

Oooooo I bet whammy looks adorable 😏 in a bunny costume 😆 or roadie shocking his group by WEARING a bunny costume to surprise Shiloh 🥰

[hostilemuppet]

Now that the boys have seen whammy's adorable 🥰 baby picture how would the rest of the gang feel about seeing roadies 🎸 baby picture 🖼️📸

Seeing the cutest rock trolling then looking at the current roadie for comparison trying to process if this is truly the same troll 😂🤣