烂烂我爱你！！！（庆生怎能少了slash）

还有快一个小时才到伦敦时间啊。。我等不及鸟 临时装了ps弄出来这个： http://www.douban.com/photos/photo/637808326/ 以及，转一篇某人去年写的发生在今天滴故事： Title: Blue Author: beneathflowers Pairing: Noel/Liam Rating: PG Disclaimer: it’s all lies! :o Summary: Liam’s birthday, 2010. Short :) ::: Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Liam groans and turns over in his sleep. Ring. Ring. Nic pokes him in the ribs. “Get that will you?” Liam grumbles again. “No, it’s my fucking birthday now.” There’s a shuffling behind him and then four glowing red numbers are shoved in his face. 11:56pm “Not yet it isn’t.” Nic suppresses a laugh. Liam batters the clock away and crawls out from under the covers. Ring. Ring. “Fuck, I’m coming, jesuschrist.” Liam pads into the hallway, rubbing his eyes and searching for the telephone. Ring. Ri... He picks it up without checking for the caller. “Yeah, half-dead head of the household speaking, whaddya want?” There’s a loud cough on the other end of the line. Liam’s stomach clenches. “Liam?” “Yes.” “Erm...” there’s a rustling, as if someone is trying to shove handfuls of paper down the line, and then a loud clang of metal, it seems to echo around him as if the noise isn’t coming from the phone. “...I just...” Liam waits in silence. Long, whispering sighs the only thing reassuring him that he hasn’t been hung up on. “...I couldn’t... m’sorry.” Liam stares into the blackness of the hall, thinking he can see shapes dancing in the shadows. His eyes feel prickly, he prods at one with a finger and finds hot tears silently sliding down his face. “Thanks.” he puts the phone down before his voice can choke anymore. He clambers back into bed and clings onto the edge of his pillow. “Who was it?” “Wrong number.” ::: Breakfast tastes odd, his toast is like the Sahara and the orange juice tastes like piss. Liam pushes it away, scowling. “Another birthday card I think.” Nic hands him a crumpled envelope, no address, no name, nothing. Liam opens it and sure enough a card falls out. Four crooked smiles beam back at him, perfect haircuts and crisp white shirts, from left to right: John, Paul, George and Ringo, immaculately ordered as ever. Liam opens it, half expecting a blank card, no such luck. Familiar handwriting greets his eyes. -Happy Birthday kid. Liam lets out a short, sardonic laugh. “Who’s it from?” Nic tries to peer over his shoulder, but Liam shuts the card before she can read it. “And old friend.” “Anyone I know?” “No.” “Oh.” Nic strides back to the kettle. “Don’t think I really know him either.” Liam steals another curious glance at the card, he notices something else hastily scribbled at the bottom of it. -I hope you get pissed and call me in the morning. He viciously curses the smile that’s tugging at his lips and stuffs the card into his pocket. “So, what's the plan for today?” Nic pulls up a chair. “Booze. And fucking lots of it.” I’m gonna need it. ::: “Hi.” “Hi.” Liam sways on the doorstep. “I was waitin’ for you to ring me, ‘get pissed, call me in the morning,’ remember?” Noel recites. “Well, I did the first fucking bit didn’t I? ‘sides you don’t tell me what t’ do.” Liam moves to prod his finger at Noel’s chest, but stops a few inches short. “Why’re you here?” “It’s my birthday.” Noel can’t help but smile. “I know that.” Liam suddenly lurches forward and grabs Noel’s head, drawing him into a kiss. He’s all over the place but it doesn’t matter. As soon as the shock wears off Noel tries to steady him by pulling him closer, it seems to work. Liam breaks away but still keeps his fingers clutched fiercely in Noel’s hair. “I’m sorry too.” he mumbles. “I know.” Noel presses their lips together again. “Happy birthday kid.” :::