Yasmin's POV
"Yasmin! Yasmin!" Loudly Robbie shouts from the hallway which is followed by thumping against the wooden flooring- a fist maybe? The hairs stand up on the back of my neck. I quickly run to the direction of the hallway closing the kitchen door behind me.
"Rob what are-" Suddenly i come to a holt seeing two figures lying on the floor surrounded by blood droplets. "Oh..m...my...g...g.." Cupping my face i realise that Mark has been badly injured. Robbie looks up at me with a ghost like look on his face.
"We need to get him to the hospital. Quick my keys!" Still in shock i watch Robbie slide from underneath Mark's lifeless body. "Yasmin! Keys. Now!" He looks at me with panic filled eyes whilst trying to get Mark to open his eyes. With a shaky hand i give him the car keys. "...He's breathing... just... right... get Eleanor and strap her in the passenger seat... you'll have to sit in the back with Mark... just keep talking to him, ok?"
"We can't... what about Gary? Oh god... Gary! We need to ring him!" Stumbling around i take hold to the house phone.
"No!" Robbie pulls the phone away from my ear dripping some of Mark's blood onto my blouse by mistake. "...You can't ring him..."
Taking a step backwards with the phone still in my hand containing Gary's partly dialled number i look at Robbie feeling amazed. "Why not?! It's his Fiancé! He has a right to know Robbie whether you like Gary or not you don't have the say in this-"
"He did it!" Pressing the back of his hand against his forehead Robbie inhales a deep breath. "Gary was the one... who did this to Mark."
Shaking my head refusing to believe Robbie i glance down at Mark who's chest faintly begins to rise and drop slowly. "...Get him to the hospital."
"Didn't you hear what i just said?! Gary did this! Mark told me before he collapsed! Come on... we've got to go." Tightly he grabs my wrist dragging me to the direction of the door.
"I'm not going!"
"Excuse me? He needs to go to the hospital?! Look at him! He's barely breathing stop pissing around and get Eleanor!" Robbie shakes his head in frustration before carefully lifting Mark from the floor.
"You are going to take Mark to the hospital whilst i drop Eleanor off at my Mum's, so i can go over to Gary's." Staring at my face Robbie's jaw drops open a little.
"Are you for real?! Gary has done this to Mark! You're fucking pregnant Yasmin what on earth is going off in that head of yours?"
"I don't believe it until i hear it from Gary...Answers are needed..."
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Taking a deep breath i stand outside Gary's front door. Surly it can't be true... i mean Gary wouldn't do that to Mark they're far too in love at the minute to hurt one another, but then again Gary has skipped a few classes of his anger management... Releasing a deep sigh i finally knock on the front door which surprisingly creaks open automatically. My knees buckle by the thought of what Robbie said being true. No. Gary wouldn't... and he wouldn't hurt me either that's not the man i know. "Gary? Gary are you in here?" I call whilst walking into the abandoned house. Glancing into the living room something catches my eye. Very slowly i creep over to the dark stain in the middle of the carpet. Dipping my fingers into the centre it soon becomes clear what exactly it is- blood. In horror i flee from the living room. "GARY?! Gary?! Where are you?!" The whole of my body freezes when i hear a plastic bottle fall from within the kitchen. After a few seconds i decide to go and investigate. "Gary...are you in here....?" Peering around the door i spot Gary crawled up in a corner of the kitchen quietly crying. "Gary? Oh god Gary...what's happened?" Instantly i comfort him tightly wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. At first he refuses my touch until he uncontrollably bursts into tears.
"What's happened Gary? Mark needs you he's in a terrible state..." Using the sleeve of my cardigan i wipe away Gary's tears whilst looking into his lost reddened eyes.
"I...I...I know..."
"What do you mean you know? Come on you've got to go to him... it's serious...he needs you."
"I...It... it was...me..." Swallowing hard he takes a deep breath avoiding eye contact. "I did it..." Gary's words make me speechless. Did i just hear that right? Did he actually just admit to beating Mark up?
"W...why...why would you do that? Is it your anger? Because you've missed classes? Oh god Gary..." The palms of his hands clench to the side of his head.
"Questions...Questions... so many questions! Why did you even come here? Do you really think i give two shits about the state he's in?! I don't even care if he's lying on his death bed. That man is nothing to me." Gary hisses before standing to his feet.
"Where the hell is this coming from Gary?"
"He's broken my heart... slept with that slag Robbie's been playing around with...You know what... i'd rather be in your position... all Robbie did was sleep with her. You got off lucky." He swirls around the wine glass which is half filled with red wine knocking back in one. Feeling stunned and slightly hurt by his recent comments i slowly walk over to him.
"Lucky?! You call being cheated on lucky?! How dare you say such a thing! It's probably not even true about Mark you've just got the end of the stick. I for one know Robbie's was true... he told me!" Gary quietly laughs whilst topping up his glass.
"...And Mark told me... they both did... him and that lovely...lovely... woman... the mother of his child. I don't mean to be rude, but you're cramping my party Yasmin."
"Woah....back up... Mother of his child?! Since when?!"
"Since he fucked her in the toilets..." Suddenly Gary cups his face and whimpers. "....the night of your wedding!"
The room fills with silence all that can be heard is the heartbroken sobs coming from Gary's cupped face, as he leans against the sink. "I...I...I don't know...what to say Gary..."
"Then don't say anything! There's nothing to say! He's ripped my heart out... he's torn this family apart before it's even started." I notice that his engagement ring has vanished whilst his hands rest against his tear dripping face.
"Gary..." Sympathetically i place a hand onto his back showing my support which he just shrugs off.
"Just go... i don't need anyone... i just want to be alone right now... got it?!"
"B...but... i can't leave you...not like this..."
"Do you not listen?! I said i don't need anyone... i'm speaking English aren't i? Go on get out!" Gary pushes me towards the hallway- not hard, but enough to make me move.
"Gary i-"
"Go! Get out! I don't want you i don't want anyone!" Continuing his actions Gary pushes me out of the front door before loudly slamming it behind me. That isn't the Gary Barlow i use to know.
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Gary's POV
Swirling my finger around the partly empty wine glass i walk around the living room. My head aches, but not from the two bottles of wine i've just guzzled down my neck. It even hurts to breathe feeling my cracked heart slowly beat. I place the wine glass onto the marble fireplace whilst reaching for a photo frame. Inside the rectangular frame is a photo of me and Mark from our recent holiday. The pair of us wearing Santa hats whilst sitting beside the Christmas tree. My mind casts back to the day it was taken {"Come on Mark take it already my back's aching in this position." Resting on my knees i smile for the billionth time as Mark takes the photo again.
"Hmph... it's still not right... it looks too forced..." Mark flicks through the photos on his phone whilst biting his bottom lip. "I want it to be something different... a cute one."
"Well can we hurry up? It'll be New Year by the time you've finished posing!"
"Ok...ok... one more... and now this time a big cheesy smile, because it's Christmas day, ok?" Mark looks over to me grinning as he raises his arm in front of us again setting his phone in the right position. "1...2...3..." As the photo is taken Mark places his lips onto my cheek causing my mouth to slightly open and my eyes to close. "Perfect..."}
Tears begin to flood down my cheeks thinking about our Christmas holiday we spent away together. Perfect. Now look at us... look what he's done... I wasn't good enough for him... and i never will be. Feeling the anger build in the pit of my stomach again it causes me to angrily throw the picture frame against the enormous mirror which sits above the fireplace. With a loud smash the pieces fall to the floor shooting off into all direction. Heavily i breath before falling to my knees uncontrollable. The photo falls under pieces of the mirror creasing it slightly on my half. Searching through the pile of broken mirror it slices my fingers along the way. Not that i care about the pain not what i'm feeling right now. Taking hold of the now frame less photograph i decide to tear it up just how Mark's done with our future. Once the photograph how turned into a pile of ripped squares i reach for a large piece of broken mirror. The blood from my fingers drip onto the photograph and my reflection shines in the mirror. Am i even alive? I know i'm painfully breathing, but i don't feel life... he's drained me. Studying my wrist i gently stroke the sharp end of the mirror against the visible veins in my wrist. Biting my lip pressing it further on my skin i abruptly pull it away dropping it beside me. I can't do it. "M....M...Ma...r...rk...." Panting heavier i look around the empty room seeing the blood stain. "O....O...oh....M....M....MAAARRRKKK!" Loudly i cry whilst crawling up in the middle of the room seeing the blood drip from my cut fingers. I feel crushed. Devastated. I can't do this any longer. I can't live my life like this.
Monday, 30 December 2013
Tuesday, 24 December 2013
chapter 27
As soon as I hear the front door close I walk towards the living room's door way seeing Mark with his back pressed against the wall behind him in the hallway. Releasing a deep sigh he firmly closes his eyes whilst pinching the bridge of his nose. Suddenly my heart feels like a lead weight I can't stand this. Not wanting to stand around watching him break my heart any longer I angrily march upstairs hearing Mark call after me noticing my movement. "Gaz?!" Its not long before he decides to follow me upstairs. "Gary!" I slam open our bedroom door diving into the Chester draws pulling out fist fulls of clothes, and stuffing them into a small gym bag. "Gary! What are you doing?!" Mark comes running into the bedroom taking hold of my wrist preventing me from filling the bag. "You're not going anywhere!"
"Me?" I laugh at the weakened man standing in front of me whom I barely recognise anymore. "This is my house, and I believe these are your clothes." Without giving it another moments thought I zip up the partly full bag before throwing it into Mark's face.
Walking out of the bedroom again I head back downstairs until a tight grip grabs my bicep. "We need to talk Gary! Please I'm begging you!" Gritting my teeth I spin on my heels.
"You. You are nothing to me." I spit in Mark's face feeling my blood begin to boil just by the sight of him. I head back down into the living room slumping down onto the sofa. Again Mark follows me holding the gym bag packed with his clothes inside, as he walks into the living room after me.
"You believe her?! You actually believe her over your own boyfriend?!" Tears continue to roll down Mark's cheeks.
"Stop lying! Just give it up Mark...for your own sake...don't you think you've hurt me enough over this? You've....che-." Taking a deep breath I swallow hard hiding away the sickness I keep feeling. "...cheated on me...not only with a kiss...but sex...and now you have a child...all these days, months and past year you've lied to me. You could at least give me the truth before you walk out of my life."
"Gary...p...please." His hands cup my face wiping away my escaped tears.
"Don't touch me!" Loudly i hiss slapping away Mark's hands from my face. "I knew you wanted a baby, but to go off and sleep with another woman to get one isn't right! You're not right in the head!"
"I have waited years to be with you why would i do something like this just to ruin us?! You have to believe me when i say i don't remember a thing!"
Sitting back against the sofa i shake my head. "You can't tell me what to do anymore. For the sake of our child i hope they chose my sperm as the healthiest, so we don't need to have anything to do with you." Mark's jaw drops my comment and tears begin to flood from his eyes.
"N...n...no...no you can't.... you can't take our child away from me... i'm begging you... Gary please i can't lose either of you...that will be the end of me!" His hands cup my face again.
"GET OFF ME!" Swinging my fist backwards then crashing it against Mark's jaw he falls onto the hard wooden floor dragging me on top of him. "You have broken my heart! You've broken this family, you bastard!" Continuing to swing my fist several times turning my fist red from his blood he yelps trying to cover his face helplessly.
"G...G...Gary...!"
"I never want to see your face around here again!" With the final punch it slams against Mark's ribs causing a loud snap.
"AAAHHHHH!" Mark screams loudly gripping to the right hand side of his body. Slowly i crawl off from Mark's lifeless body rubbing my face with my blood stained hands.
"....P...please....just... just go..." Carefully i remove my engagement ring tossing it beside him.
"G...G....G..." Mark murmurs trying to keep his eyes focused on me, but fails. Quickly i run into the kitchen feeling my stomach churn until i finally throw up seeing Mark's body covered in blood. Blood drips into the sink from my cheeks, as my tears begin to wash Mark's blood from my face.
Heavy breathing sounds in the hall along with quiet cries and winces. The whole of my body freezes feeling Mark's presence. Within about 10 minutes the front door finally closes. He's gone and my happy life has ended.
Robbie's POV
"Wow... look at you." I look up as Yasmin walks into the kitchen wearing a white blouse showing off a bit of her cleavage. Ignoring me she walks over to the coffee maker. I continue to feed Eleanor her breakfast at the kitchen table.
"Hello princess." She places a kiss onto Eleanor's forehead stroking her pig tails. "Make sure the food is actually in her mouth instead of turning her into a human collage. Yasmin mumbles whilst pouring the coffee into her mug.
"Where are you off to then?" Using a napkin i clean up Eleanor's face.
"Got a hot date." She joins us at the table taking a big gulp of her coffee.
Looking surprised at her i'm almost lost for words. "You...er....what?"
"Joking." She rolls her eyes. "Job interview... i need to find a way to keep this place, don't i?"
Quietly i breathe a sigh of relief. "You know i'm going to help you out..."
"...And i told you we don't need your money. You're only round here for your daughter that's all, so don't start to try and worm your way back in. It's not going to work."
"But i-" Knocking on the front door interrupts us. Looking over to Yasmin she doesn't move instead she continues to sip her coffee whilst flicking through a newspaper. "Erm... i better get the door then. Back in a sec sweetie." I place Eleanor's pink plastic spoon onto the table before walking into the hallway.
A hand is pressed against the glass of the front door followed by another knock. Something doesn't feel right never mind look it. "H...Hello?" Carefully i walk over to the door to unlock it, but not opening it- just yet. There's no voice just another weak pat on the glass- zombie like. Nervously i open the door only enough for my eyes to peer through a small gap in the door. "Hel-" A figure turns around slouched against the wall. It looks like something out of a horror film their face is full of blood. Blinking my eyes a few times i refuse to believe what i'm seeing. No. It can't be. Is it? "M...M...Mark??!" His head raises by the sound of my voice almost losing his balance. "Fucking hell! Mark what's happened to you?! Who's done this to you?!"
"G....G...G..." His pupils roll to the back of his head again, as he collapses onto me causing us both to fall into a heap on the doorstep.
"Me?" I laugh at the weakened man standing in front of me whom I barely recognise anymore. "This is my house, and I believe these are your clothes." Without giving it another moments thought I zip up the partly full bag before throwing it into Mark's face.
Walking out of the bedroom again I head back downstairs until a tight grip grabs my bicep. "We need to talk Gary! Please I'm begging you!" Gritting my teeth I spin on my heels.
"You. You are nothing to me." I spit in Mark's face feeling my blood begin to boil just by the sight of him. I head back down into the living room slumping down onto the sofa. Again Mark follows me holding the gym bag packed with his clothes inside, as he walks into the living room after me.
"You believe her?! You actually believe her over your own boyfriend?!" Tears continue to roll down Mark's cheeks.
"Stop lying! Just give it up Mark...for your own sake...don't you think you've hurt me enough over this? You've....che-." Taking a deep breath I swallow hard hiding away the sickness I keep feeling. "...cheated on me...not only with a kiss...but sex...and now you have a child...all these days, months and past year you've lied to me. You could at least give me the truth before you walk out of my life."
"Gary...p...please." His hands cup my face wiping away my escaped tears.
"Don't touch me!" Loudly i hiss slapping away Mark's hands from my face. "I knew you wanted a baby, but to go off and sleep with another woman to get one isn't right! You're not right in the head!"
"I have waited years to be with you why would i do something like this just to ruin us?! You have to believe me when i say i don't remember a thing!"
Sitting back against the sofa i shake my head. "You can't tell me what to do anymore. For the sake of our child i hope they chose my sperm as the healthiest, so we don't need to have anything to do with you." Mark's jaw drops my comment and tears begin to flood from his eyes.
"N...n...no...no you can't.... you can't take our child away from me... i'm begging you... Gary please i can't lose either of you...that will be the end of me!" His hands cup my face again.
"GET OFF ME!" Swinging my fist backwards then crashing it against Mark's jaw he falls onto the hard wooden floor dragging me on top of him. "You have broken my heart! You've broken this family, you bastard!" Continuing to swing my fist several times turning my fist red from his blood he yelps trying to cover his face helplessly.
"G...G...Gary...!"
"I never want to see your face around here again!" With the final punch it slams against Mark's ribs causing a loud snap.
"AAAHHHHH!" Mark screams loudly gripping to the right hand side of his body. Slowly i crawl off from Mark's lifeless body rubbing my face with my blood stained hands.
"....P...please....just... just go..." Carefully i remove my engagement ring tossing it beside him.
"G...G....G..." Mark murmurs trying to keep his eyes focused on me, but fails. Quickly i run into the kitchen feeling my stomach churn until i finally throw up seeing Mark's body covered in blood. Blood drips into the sink from my cheeks, as my tears begin to wash Mark's blood from my face.
Heavy breathing sounds in the hall along with quiet cries and winces. The whole of my body freezes feeling Mark's presence. Within about 10 minutes the front door finally closes. He's gone and my happy life has ended.
Robbie's POV
"Wow... look at you." I look up as Yasmin walks into the kitchen wearing a white blouse showing off a bit of her cleavage. Ignoring me she walks over to the coffee maker. I continue to feed Eleanor her breakfast at the kitchen table.
"Hello princess." She places a kiss onto Eleanor's forehead stroking her pig tails. "Make sure the food is actually in her mouth instead of turning her into a human collage. Yasmin mumbles whilst pouring the coffee into her mug.
"Where are you off to then?" Using a napkin i clean up Eleanor's face.
"Got a hot date." She joins us at the table taking a big gulp of her coffee.
Looking surprised at her i'm almost lost for words. "You...er....what?"
"Joking." She rolls her eyes. "Job interview... i need to find a way to keep this place, don't i?"
Quietly i breathe a sigh of relief. "You know i'm going to help you out..."
"...And i told you we don't need your money. You're only round here for your daughter that's all, so don't start to try and worm your way back in. It's not going to work."
"But i-" Knocking on the front door interrupts us. Looking over to Yasmin she doesn't move instead she continues to sip her coffee whilst flicking through a newspaper. "Erm... i better get the door then. Back in a sec sweetie." I place Eleanor's pink plastic spoon onto the table before walking into the hallway.
A hand is pressed against the glass of the front door followed by another knock. Something doesn't feel right never mind look it. "H...Hello?" Carefully i walk over to the door to unlock it, but not opening it- just yet. There's no voice just another weak pat on the glass- zombie like. Nervously i open the door only enough for my eyes to peer through a small gap in the door. "Hel-" A figure turns around slouched against the wall. It looks like something out of a horror film their face is full of blood. Blinking my eyes a few times i refuse to believe what i'm seeing. No. It can't be. Is it? "M...M...Mark??!" His head raises by the sound of my voice almost losing his balance. "Fucking hell! Mark what's happened to you?! Who's done this to you?!"
"G....G...G..." His pupils roll to the back of his head again, as he collapses onto me causing us both to fall into a heap on the doorstep.
Friday, 20 December 2013
chapter 26
{After a Christmas break alone Mark and Gary return safely back to their London home. From celebrating Christmas to becoming engaged they can finally start to plan their lives together. Today is the 2nd of January, so it's a new start of a new year full of surprises... hopefully good.}
"Well...that photo shoot wasn't too bad.." Mark cheekily grins whilst wrapping his arms tightly around my waist.
"Why did I ever let you talk me into that? I swear all my parts better be covered when that magazine goes on sale."
"Don't worry I had you 'covered' the photographer made sure of that."
Lifting a hand up I mess his hair causing his fringe to stick up slightly. "Only because he fancied you."
"Eh? Me? Did he 'eck. You've got to be kidding. Your shots took longer than mine! God knows what the pair of you were up to behind that curtain." Cheekily Mark grins up at me giving me a tight squeeze.
"Mate...he was old enough to be me Dad. No thanks. I've got my man right here...or should I say...husband to be. Wonder if the fans have worked out who's hand has the ring on." Looking at my hand i stroke the finger which contains the ring. We posted a photo on my twitter changing it to a black and white effect to tease them a little.
"Well your fingers are much longer than mine."
"...And fatter."
"Gary Barlow!" Mark gently taps my shoulder. "Enough. Or i'll have to punish you..."
"Ok... ok... i'm sorry. It was such a fantastic break away. I can't thank you enough for giving me the best Christmas ever."
"There's no need to thank me gorgeous, honest. I loved every second of it with you. Oh and do you want me to take anything upstairs Gaz?" Mark walks to the hallway which is filled with thick winter coats,bags,boots and suitcases.
"Erm...you can take my bag upstairs...the one with the pedals in that you bought me. I might go in the studio a little later to pencil a few things down if that's ok with you?"
Mark slings my bag over his shoulder whilst making his way upstairs. "Cause not. Won't be long." As soon as I hear him reach the top stairs I dart into the living room grabbing hold of the remote. With Mark out of the room it gives me the chance to catch the end of the footie match in peace and quiet. Just as I'm about to sit down with my cuppa the front door bell rings.
"Oh for fucks sake..." I mutter under my breath. If that's Howard and Jay I told them to give us a few hours before coming round. We've barely been off the plane 5 minutes!
Rolling my eyes I walk towards the front door to open it. "I told you to-" Surprisingly I'm not greeted by two friendly hugs from our closest friends or one of Howard's rude jokes about me leaving Mark after a quickie to open the front door, but not this time. The person at the door has left me speechless.
"Oh...hello Gary...long time no see?" The female speaks. I can't believe my eyes. Is it her? Is it really the woman who broke up a family? Who torn them apart with her wicked luring charm?
"L...Laura...what...what are you doing here?" Gripping to the inside door handle I wedge myself inbetween the gap of the wall and door incase Mark comes down.
"Well...if you let me in. I can tell you."
"I don't think that's wise...do you? Especially not what you did to Yasmin." The sound of shuffling on the stairs sound, as Mark makes his way back downstairs intrigued by who's at the door I'm guessing.
"Me? Takes two to tango sunshine. Are you going to let me in? Or don't you want me to beckon from the rooftops why I'm here?"
All of a sudden I feel a hand stroke up my back causing me to flinch slightly.
"Who is-" Mark's grinning smile soon fades into the same shocked face I pulled just moments ago. "What is she...doing here?" Just like the first night Mark met her his face drops into a worried look. For some reason she has that affect on him which frightens the days lights out of him. She's purely evil like a virus with a click of the fingers she can split up a relationship.
"Maybe I should of gone round to Yasmin's and told her what I have to say instead..." Turning of her heels she begins to walk slowly back down the path.
"Wait!" Unexpectedly Mark calls. Surprised by his own voice he looks at me. We can't let her go and cause more trouble between her and Robbie not now that she's getting more into the pregnancy we can't take no more risks with the stress.
"Ok... you can come in... but for 10 minutes only then i want you gone."
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"Here you go babe." I place a mug of coffee in front of Mark on the coffee table. "Are you sure you don't want anything?" Trying my best to be kind to her, she just sits there smiling calmly at the pair of us.
"No thank you."
"Boy... i could use something stronger." Mark mumbles whilst taking a gulp of the steaming coffee. Sitting beside him on the sofa i take his hand in my rubbing my thumb against his knuckles.
"Oh... when did that happen then?" Laura glares at my ring with a sour look on her face. Looking down at our hands i notice that her reaction was to my engagement ring which twinkles in the light.
"Christmas day... Mark proposed to me."
Sarcastically she bursts into laughter. "He proposed to you ?! Wow... who would of thought... Mark Owen... manly!"
"Excuse me?"
"Gaz... just leave it..." Quietly Mark sighs bowing his head a little looking embarrassed.
"No. I'm not going to let her talk to you like that in our house Mark."
"So... did he run before or after he got down on one knee?" She continues to smirk at us making me even more annoyed with her presence. "Least we'll know he will be the run away bride on the day."
"Right! That's enough!" Standing to my feet i angrily point my finger into her direction. "Say what you want to say and fucking go." Silence fills the room for a few seconds all that can be heard is Mark's hard swallows whilst hiding his face in his mug.
"Why don't you ask... him ?" She points behind me to Mark who just sits quiet on the sofa behind me.
"Ask...ask me what?"
Rolling her eyes she shakes her head at Mark. "Don't play innocent. Go on. Tell him. Tell him about your best mate's wedding night." A confused expression fills Mark's face as his eyes widen looking at me pleading to save him.
"I...I don't... really remember anything from that night... apart from i had too much to drink... and i passed out in the hotel?"
"Yeah... he did. Why'd you ask? You were there... wasn't you? You turned up on a his wedding day! You really are a cruel hearted cow aren't you?"
"Better than a cheating scumbag." She murmurs under her breath at me.
"What?" I hiss at her unable to bare it i can't even stand to be in the same room as her any longer i walk towards the kitchen.
"The night your boyfriend shagged me in the toilets." Finally she blurts out. The whole of my body freezes stopping me from making my journey to get an aspirin. Did she just say what i think she just said? No. No she's lying. She's doing this to split me and Mark up exactly like she did with Yasmin and Robbie.
"W....W...What...?" Mark almost chokes on his own tongue by her words.
"Yeah...that's right... you were all over me like a rash. I mean what sort of man follows a woman into the bathroom if they aren't after a bit."
"Nice try, but do you really expect me to believe that? You're evil that's all what you are."
"Well it fits the puzzle doesn't it? He disappears for a quickie with me whilst my mate kept Robbie company outside... but it didn't last long don't worry. He ran off of course. He's no man. Pathetic really the only thing he could say was "I'm sorry Gary.' During it." The words bring back the memory of that night. Of Mark stumbling out from the ladies toilets with his head cupped in his hands whilst sitting on the floor, and repeating sorry over and over again. Please no... there's got to be an explanation a more believable one, right? I feel sick. Sick with the thought of Mark with another person not only kissing, but having sex with them whilst i was going out of my mind searching high and low for Mark who was in a drunken state. Anything could of happened to him, but she lured him in. "Now do you believe me?" Not saying a word i take a deep breath pinching the bridge of my nose.
"G...G...Gaz? No. No you don't. Oh Gaz don't listen to that utter crap!"
"...Why were you in the ladies toilets Mark?" Breathing faster i turn back around to him feeling my heart about to explode.
"I....I..." Lost for words a white colour washes over Mark's face.
"You did... didn't you?" My mouth begins to tremble, but i chose to fight it. I'm not going to let my emotions go- not in front of her anyway she's only here for the show. The sound of clapping catches me off guard almost causing me to stumble over my own feet.
"Well that answers that... doesn't it? The truths out! Your boyfriend's a cheat. Well done. Bagged yourself a great one haven't you? You sure know how to chose them. Either cheating on their boyfriend or your own partner cheating on you. Some taste."
"....Get out..." Quietly i speak at first before yelling at the top of my lungs. "GET OUT!!"
"Don't worry. I'm going. Like i said i was only here to tell you the news, but i'm glad you enjoyed my 'notes' nice little build up wasn't it?"
"I swear to god if you don't get out of this house in a minute i will throw you out. Along with your venom too."
Laughing again Laura stands to her feet walking towards the front door glancing at Mark just as she's about to leave she stops. "Oh and before i forget." Opening her bag she pulls out a white piece of paper with a photo on. "Here." Mark rises his reddened eyes up to her lifting up his weak arms to retrieve the gift she's holding in front of him.
"W...w...what...is...t...this?" With a shaken breath he studies the photograph. Peering over her shoulder confusion fills my mind.
"...It was over a year ago.... meet your son Mark."
"Well...that photo shoot wasn't too bad.." Mark cheekily grins whilst wrapping his arms tightly around my waist.
"Why did I ever let you talk me into that? I swear all my parts better be covered when that magazine goes on sale."
"Don't worry I had you 'covered' the photographer made sure of that."
Lifting a hand up I mess his hair causing his fringe to stick up slightly. "Only because he fancied you."
"Eh? Me? Did he 'eck. You've got to be kidding. Your shots took longer than mine! God knows what the pair of you were up to behind that curtain." Cheekily Mark grins up at me giving me a tight squeeze.
"Mate...he was old enough to be me Dad. No thanks. I've got my man right here...or should I say...husband to be. Wonder if the fans have worked out who's hand has the ring on." Looking at my hand i stroke the finger which contains the ring. We posted a photo on my twitter changing it to a black and white effect to tease them a little.
"Well your fingers are much longer than mine."
"...And fatter."
"Gary Barlow!" Mark gently taps my shoulder. "Enough. Or i'll have to punish you..."
"Ok... ok... i'm sorry. It was such a fantastic break away. I can't thank you enough for giving me the best Christmas ever."
"There's no need to thank me gorgeous, honest. I loved every second of it with you. Oh and do you want me to take anything upstairs Gaz?" Mark walks to the hallway which is filled with thick winter coats,bags,boots and suitcases.
"Erm...you can take my bag upstairs...the one with the pedals in that you bought me. I might go in the studio a little later to pencil a few things down if that's ok with you?"
Mark slings my bag over his shoulder whilst making his way upstairs. "Cause not. Won't be long." As soon as I hear him reach the top stairs I dart into the living room grabbing hold of the remote. With Mark out of the room it gives me the chance to catch the end of the footie match in peace and quiet. Just as I'm about to sit down with my cuppa the front door bell rings.
"Oh for fucks sake..." I mutter under my breath. If that's Howard and Jay I told them to give us a few hours before coming round. We've barely been off the plane 5 minutes!
Rolling my eyes I walk towards the front door to open it. "I told you to-" Surprisingly I'm not greeted by two friendly hugs from our closest friends or one of Howard's rude jokes about me leaving Mark after a quickie to open the front door, but not this time. The person at the door has left me speechless.
"Oh...hello Gary...long time no see?" The female speaks. I can't believe my eyes. Is it her? Is it really the woman who broke up a family? Who torn them apart with her wicked luring charm?
"L...Laura...what...what are you doing here?" Gripping to the inside door handle I wedge myself inbetween the gap of the wall and door incase Mark comes down.
"Well...if you let me in. I can tell you."
"I don't think that's wise...do you? Especially not what you did to Yasmin." The sound of shuffling on the stairs sound, as Mark makes his way back downstairs intrigued by who's at the door I'm guessing.
"Me? Takes two to tango sunshine. Are you going to let me in? Or don't you want me to beckon from the rooftops why I'm here?"
All of a sudden I feel a hand stroke up my back causing me to flinch slightly.
"Who is-" Mark's grinning smile soon fades into the same shocked face I pulled just moments ago. "What is she...doing here?" Just like the first night Mark met her his face drops into a worried look. For some reason she has that affect on him which frightens the days lights out of him. She's purely evil like a virus with a click of the fingers she can split up a relationship.
"Maybe I should of gone round to Yasmin's and told her what I have to say instead..." Turning of her heels she begins to walk slowly back down the path.
"Wait!" Unexpectedly Mark calls. Surprised by his own voice he looks at me. We can't let her go and cause more trouble between her and Robbie not now that she's getting more into the pregnancy we can't take no more risks with the stress.
"Ok... you can come in... but for 10 minutes only then i want you gone."
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"Here you go babe." I place a mug of coffee in front of Mark on the coffee table. "Are you sure you don't want anything?" Trying my best to be kind to her, she just sits there smiling calmly at the pair of us.
"No thank you."
"Boy... i could use something stronger." Mark mumbles whilst taking a gulp of the steaming coffee. Sitting beside him on the sofa i take his hand in my rubbing my thumb against his knuckles.
"Oh... when did that happen then?" Laura glares at my ring with a sour look on her face. Looking down at our hands i notice that her reaction was to my engagement ring which twinkles in the light.
"Christmas day... Mark proposed to me."
Sarcastically she bursts into laughter. "He proposed to you ?! Wow... who would of thought... Mark Owen... manly!"
"Excuse me?"
"Gaz... just leave it..." Quietly Mark sighs bowing his head a little looking embarrassed.
"No. I'm not going to let her talk to you like that in our house Mark."
"So... did he run before or after he got down on one knee?" She continues to smirk at us making me even more annoyed with her presence. "Least we'll know he will be the run away bride on the day."
"Right! That's enough!" Standing to my feet i angrily point my finger into her direction. "Say what you want to say and fucking go." Silence fills the room for a few seconds all that can be heard is Mark's hard swallows whilst hiding his face in his mug.
"Why don't you ask... him ?" She points behind me to Mark who just sits quiet on the sofa behind me.
"Ask...ask me what?"
Rolling her eyes she shakes her head at Mark. "Don't play innocent. Go on. Tell him. Tell him about your best mate's wedding night." A confused expression fills Mark's face as his eyes widen looking at me pleading to save him.
"I...I don't... really remember anything from that night... apart from i had too much to drink... and i passed out in the hotel?"
"Yeah... he did. Why'd you ask? You were there... wasn't you? You turned up on a his wedding day! You really are a cruel hearted cow aren't you?"
"Better than a cheating scumbag." She murmurs under her breath at me.
"What?" I hiss at her unable to bare it i can't even stand to be in the same room as her any longer i walk towards the kitchen.
"The night your boyfriend shagged me in the toilets." Finally she blurts out. The whole of my body freezes stopping me from making my journey to get an aspirin. Did she just say what i think she just said? No. No she's lying. She's doing this to split me and Mark up exactly like she did with Yasmin and Robbie.
"W....W...What...?" Mark almost chokes on his own tongue by her words.
"Yeah...that's right... you were all over me like a rash. I mean what sort of man follows a woman into the bathroom if they aren't after a bit."
"Nice try, but do you really expect me to believe that? You're evil that's all what you are."
"Well it fits the puzzle doesn't it? He disappears for a quickie with me whilst my mate kept Robbie company outside... but it didn't last long don't worry. He ran off of course. He's no man. Pathetic really the only thing he could say was "I'm sorry Gary.' During it." The words bring back the memory of that night. Of Mark stumbling out from the ladies toilets with his head cupped in his hands whilst sitting on the floor, and repeating sorry over and over again. Please no... there's got to be an explanation a more believable one, right? I feel sick. Sick with the thought of Mark with another person not only kissing, but having sex with them whilst i was going out of my mind searching high and low for Mark who was in a drunken state. Anything could of happened to him, but she lured him in. "Now do you believe me?" Not saying a word i take a deep breath pinching the bridge of my nose.
"G...G...Gaz? No. No you don't. Oh Gaz don't listen to that utter crap!"
"...Why were you in the ladies toilets Mark?" Breathing faster i turn back around to him feeling my heart about to explode.
"I....I..." Lost for words a white colour washes over Mark's face.
"You did... didn't you?" My mouth begins to tremble, but i chose to fight it. I'm not going to let my emotions go- not in front of her anyway she's only here for the show. The sound of clapping catches me off guard almost causing me to stumble over my own feet.
"Well that answers that... doesn't it? The truths out! Your boyfriend's a cheat. Well done. Bagged yourself a great one haven't you? You sure know how to chose them. Either cheating on their boyfriend or your own partner cheating on you. Some taste."
"....Get out..." Quietly i speak at first before yelling at the top of my lungs. "GET OUT!!"
"Don't worry. I'm going. Like i said i was only here to tell you the news, but i'm glad you enjoyed my 'notes' nice little build up wasn't it?"
"I swear to god if you don't get out of this house in a minute i will throw you out. Along with your venom too."
Laughing again Laura stands to her feet walking towards the front door glancing at Mark just as she's about to leave she stops. "Oh and before i forget." Opening her bag she pulls out a white piece of paper with a photo on. "Here." Mark rises his reddened eyes up to her lifting up his weak arms to retrieve the gift she's holding in front of him.
"W...w...what...is...t...this?" With a shaken breath he studies the photograph. Peering over her shoulder confusion fills my mind.
"...It was over a year ago.... meet your son Mark."
Thursday, 19 December 2013
Chapter 25
Gary's POV
"Gary! Wake up! Wake up!" All of sudden someone jumps onto the bed straddling my lap which instantly causes me to snap my eyes open.
"Who?! What!?" Almost falling out of bed my eyes stretch widely looking at Mark with a huge grin spread across his face and his palms holding his weight against my chest.
"Get up Gaz! Its Christmas!"
"Bloody 'ell Mark..." Groaning in frustration I pull the duvet back up to my chest. "What time is it?"
"Erm 7:30...but we've got presents to unwrap, dinner to cook, games to play, Christmas songs to sing and... and...-"
Covering Mark's mouth with my hand i close my eyes again. "Calm down lad... you're giving me a sodding head ache."
"But Gaaaaz! You can't be a Grinch on Christmas!" Giving me the puppy dog eye look he knows that it always wins me over. Pushing my fists against the mattress i sit up looking at the beaming grin he's showing me.
"Ok ok... but... don't i get my present in bed...? You know how much i enjoy unwrapping things..." Trailing a finger behind Mark's dressing robe i stroke his bare chest running my finger against the light chest hair.
"Nah uh... not yet... we have to do our Christmas first...sex later...besides... i've got something planned for you later... involving that bed..." Mark cheekily winks at me whilst licking his lips slightly. Swallowing hard i pull the covers from me before grinning back softly.
"Well... in that case... lets unwrap!" Quickly i run out of the room running into the living room area almost stumbling over my own feet, as i stop myself from crashing into the Christmas tree.
"Gaz! You're such a cheat!" Seconds later in walks a frowning Mark who stands beside me in front of the tree.
"Oooh.... so you don't want a present from a cheat then?" Dropping to my knees i pick up a large rectangle neatly wrapped parcel. Mark's eyes light up again and the grin re appears whilst snatching the present from my hands.
"I never said that!" He quickly jumps to his side of the tree where his presents are stored.
"That's what i thought..."
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"Thank you so much for all my presents gorgeous." Mark's speech is muffled, as he pulls on the dark red coloured jumper which his Mum has bought him for Christmas. It's personally made with his name 'Mark' stitched on the front underneath Rudolph which rests in the middle. We both have matching ones, but mine says 'Gary' on the front- obviously. Slumping down beside me on the sofa Mark wraps his arms around my waist nuzzling his cheek happily against my chest. "My favourite time of year...with my favourite person in the entire world..."
"You little softie... the day's only just begun Marko... we've got plenty to do yet... especially on your list we do."
"Mmm... can't wait...."
"Hey...Mark?" Twirling a piece of his hair I can't help ,but to feel different about this year's Christmas.
"Mhm uh?"
"Do...do you think Rob and Yasmin will ever get back together?"
Mark sits up now removing his head from my chest looking serious. "Why do you ask babe?"
Shrugging my shoulders I release a sigh. "I don't know... I mean... We're becoming parents... And I couldn't dream about being a single parent...its not fair on the child...is it?"
"Well its not up to the child to decide really... Robbie cheated on her he needs to be punished I guess."
"...And Yasmin cheated on him too." Mumbling under my breath again guilt plays on my behalf. "Do you think he did it...to get back at her..?"
Mark gently places a hand onto my cheek. "Now don't go blaming yourself again Gaz. We don't know the real reason why he did it we just know it happened and now he's probably in a hotel somewhere regretting everyday being without his family. I know for sure that's what I would be doing. I don't think that its completely over between them seeing as Robbie still goes round to visit Eleanor...Who knows this time next year they could be getting back together... We just have to await the future. Anyway... Just think as soon as we're back home we can plan our future... Me, you and our baby. Only a month to go until we know the sex...and I can finally get you in white overalls painting the nursery blue or pink." Mark giggles whilst kissing my knuckles just brushing his lips against them lightly.
"You're perfect...you know that?"
"You make me this way babe."
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"Come and pull a cracker with me!" Mark skips towards the Christmas tree before standing on his tip toes reaching for a Christmas cracker.
Perching myself up against the piano i watch the boyish grin appear again.- Mark surprised me with the piano which had been hiding away in the spare room the whole time only to be used for our Christmas party.
"But i'm still stuffed from the dinner. Any sudden movement and i think i'll explode." Patting my stomach i slump back down onto the small leather piano stool.
"Don't be such a fuss pot! It's Christmas!" Holding the cracker out in front of me an excited look spreads over Mark's face. There's nothing more i love other than seeing Mark happy that's the present i most want for Christmas.
"Ok... ok... on three... one....two...three!" We both tug our end of the cracker until there's a loud crack almost causing Mark to fly across the room.
"I win! I win!" Happily Mark jumps up and down searching inside the broken cracker pulling out a yellow paper hat which he sits onto his head. "Ohhh! Look what i've got!" He holds up a small plastic bag showing a red whistle for the toy which he's just won.
"Ay... you'll be good at that... you're good at blowing things." Cheekily i wink whilst pressing a few keys on the piano.
"Cheeky sod..." Walking back over to me he rests his elbows on top of the piano, as i begin to softly sing All i want for Christmas is you.
"Don't care about those presents underneath the Christmas tree, i just want you for my own. More than you could ever know. Make my wish come true you know that all i want for Christmas... is you." Mark sighs happily at me watching my fingers continue to play before joining in.
"[...] Cause Santa he won't make me happy with a toy on Christmas day/ I just want you here tonight holding onto me so tight. 'Gaz', what can i do? You know that all i want for Christmas..." Gently he presses his lips against mine stopping me from playing the piano. "...Is you..."
"Merry Christmas Mark..." My hand runs through his hair whilst we gaze into one another's eyes. "Tonight couldn't get anymore perfect. "
"Hold on a sec." Mark slides my hand from his hair before walking back to the Christmas tree to receive the final cracker. "One more go..." Playfully i roll my eyes at him whilst gripping once again to the end of the cracker. This time Mark hardly pulls on his side which quickly makes me the winner.
"You barely tried lad!" Excitedly i dip my fingers inside looking for the toy.
"...So... watcha win?"
"Erh... i can't fi-...oh wait..." Something clings onto my finger. Something cold and metal. With a confused look my eyes glance down towards my finger where a small silver ring rests. "What the-...?" Searching around the room for Mark i then notice that he's gotten much smaller in height than how he usually looks. Nerves build up in his face as a shaky hand takes hold of mine.
"G...Gary....Gary Barlow..." Clearing his throat tears fill in his eyes, as he takes the ring from my index finger and into his own palm. My stomach begins to do flips knowing exactly what he's about to do. "Will... Will you do the honour... in becoming my husband...? Will you marry me?" Unable to hold back the tears much longer they roll down his cheeks still with a smile on his face.
"O....Oh...Oh God...Mark..." Tears soak onto my trousers from my own eyes. This is the most perfect Christmas present i've ever received. "Y...Yes...oh god yes Mark! Of course i'll marry you!"
"Gary! Wake up! Wake up!" All of sudden someone jumps onto the bed straddling my lap which instantly causes me to snap my eyes open.
"Who?! What!?" Almost falling out of bed my eyes stretch widely looking at Mark with a huge grin spread across his face and his palms holding his weight against my chest.
"Get up Gaz! Its Christmas!"
"Bloody 'ell Mark..." Groaning in frustration I pull the duvet back up to my chest. "What time is it?"
"Erm 7:30...but we've got presents to unwrap, dinner to cook, games to play, Christmas songs to sing and... and...-"
Covering Mark's mouth with my hand i close my eyes again. "Calm down lad... you're giving me a sodding head ache."
"But Gaaaaz! You can't be a Grinch on Christmas!" Giving me the puppy dog eye look he knows that it always wins me over. Pushing my fists against the mattress i sit up looking at the beaming grin he's showing me.
"Ok ok... but... don't i get my present in bed...? You know how much i enjoy unwrapping things..." Trailing a finger behind Mark's dressing robe i stroke his bare chest running my finger against the light chest hair.
"Nah uh... not yet... we have to do our Christmas first...sex later...besides... i've got something planned for you later... involving that bed..." Mark cheekily winks at me whilst licking his lips slightly. Swallowing hard i pull the covers from me before grinning back softly.
"Well... in that case... lets unwrap!" Quickly i run out of the room running into the living room area almost stumbling over my own feet, as i stop myself from crashing into the Christmas tree.
"Gaz! You're such a cheat!" Seconds later in walks a frowning Mark who stands beside me in front of the tree.
"Oooh.... so you don't want a present from a cheat then?" Dropping to my knees i pick up a large rectangle neatly wrapped parcel. Mark's eyes light up again and the grin re appears whilst snatching the present from my hands.
"I never said that!" He quickly jumps to his side of the tree where his presents are stored.
"That's what i thought..."
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"Thank you so much for all my presents gorgeous." Mark's speech is muffled, as he pulls on the dark red coloured jumper which his Mum has bought him for Christmas. It's personally made with his name 'Mark' stitched on the front underneath Rudolph which rests in the middle. We both have matching ones, but mine says 'Gary' on the front- obviously. Slumping down beside me on the sofa Mark wraps his arms around my waist nuzzling his cheek happily against my chest. "My favourite time of year...with my favourite person in the entire world..."
"You little softie... the day's only just begun Marko... we've got plenty to do yet... especially on your list we do."
"Mmm... can't wait...."
"Hey...Mark?" Twirling a piece of his hair I can't help ,but to feel different about this year's Christmas.
"Mhm uh?"
"Do...do you think Rob and Yasmin will ever get back together?"
Mark sits up now removing his head from my chest looking serious. "Why do you ask babe?"
Shrugging my shoulders I release a sigh. "I don't know... I mean... We're becoming parents... And I couldn't dream about being a single parent...its not fair on the child...is it?"
"Well its not up to the child to decide really... Robbie cheated on her he needs to be punished I guess."
"...And Yasmin cheated on him too." Mumbling under my breath again guilt plays on my behalf. "Do you think he did it...to get back at her..?"
Mark gently places a hand onto my cheek. "Now don't go blaming yourself again Gaz. We don't know the real reason why he did it we just know it happened and now he's probably in a hotel somewhere regretting everyday being without his family. I know for sure that's what I would be doing. I don't think that its completely over between them seeing as Robbie still goes round to visit Eleanor...Who knows this time next year they could be getting back together... We just have to await the future. Anyway... Just think as soon as we're back home we can plan our future... Me, you and our baby. Only a month to go until we know the sex...and I can finally get you in white overalls painting the nursery blue or pink." Mark giggles whilst kissing my knuckles just brushing his lips against them lightly.
"You're perfect...you know that?"
"You make me this way babe."
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"Come and pull a cracker with me!" Mark skips towards the Christmas tree before standing on his tip toes reaching for a Christmas cracker.
Perching myself up against the piano i watch the boyish grin appear again.- Mark surprised me with the piano which had been hiding away in the spare room the whole time only to be used for our Christmas party.
"But i'm still stuffed from the dinner. Any sudden movement and i think i'll explode." Patting my stomach i slump back down onto the small leather piano stool.
"Don't be such a fuss pot! It's Christmas!" Holding the cracker out in front of me an excited look spreads over Mark's face. There's nothing more i love other than seeing Mark happy that's the present i most want for Christmas.
"Ok... ok... on three... one....two...three!" We both tug our end of the cracker until there's a loud crack almost causing Mark to fly across the room.
"I win! I win!" Happily Mark jumps up and down searching inside the broken cracker pulling out a yellow paper hat which he sits onto his head. "Ohhh! Look what i've got!" He holds up a small plastic bag showing a red whistle for the toy which he's just won.
"Ay... you'll be good at that... you're good at blowing things." Cheekily i wink whilst pressing a few keys on the piano.
"Cheeky sod..." Walking back over to me he rests his elbows on top of the piano, as i begin to softly sing All i want for Christmas is you.
"Don't care about those presents underneath the Christmas tree, i just want you for my own. More than you could ever know. Make my wish come true you know that all i want for Christmas... is you." Mark sighs happily at me watching my fingers continue to play before joining in.
"[...] Cause Santa he won't make me happy with a toy on Christmas day/ I just want you here tonight holding onto me so tight. 'Gaz', what can i do? You know that all i want for Christmas..." Gently he presses his lips against mine stopping me from playing the piano. "...Is you..."
"Merry Christmas Mark..." My hand runs through his hair whilst we gaze into one another's eyes. "Tonight couldn't get anymore perfect. "
"Hold on a sec." Mark slides my hand from his hair before walking back to the Christmas tree to receive the final cracker. "One more go..." Playfully i roll my eyes at him whilst gripping once again to the end of the cracker. This time Mark hardly pulls on his side which quickly makes me the winner.
"You barely tried lad!" Excitedly i dip my fingers inside looking for the toy.
"...So... watcha win?"
"Erh... i can't fi-...oh wait..." Something clings onto my finger. Something cold and metal. With a confused look my eyes glance down towards my finger where a small silver ring rests. "What the-...?" Searching around the room for Mark i then notice that he's gotten much smaller in height than how he usually looks. Nerves build up in his face as a shaky hand takes hold of mine.
"G...Gary....Gary Barlow..." Clearing his throat tears fill in his eyes, as he takes the ring from my index finger and into his own palm. My stomach begins to do flips knowing exactly what he's about to do. "Will... Will you do the honour... in becoming my husband...? Will you marry me?" Unable to hold back the tears much longer they roll down his cheeks still with a smile on his face.
"O....Oh...Oh God...Mark..." Tears soak onto my trousers from my own eyes. This is the most perfect Christmas present i've ever received. "Y...Yes...oh god yes Mark! Of course i'll marry you!"
Monday, 2 December 2013
Chapter 24
Gary's POV
"Work you bloody thing." Clattering sounds from the kitchen along with the smell of burning toast. My eyes spring open noticing the space beside me in bed is empty.
"B.....Babe....." Stretching my arms above my head i release a yawn. This has been one of the best sleeps i've had in a while. Much more comfier than our mattress back at home... probably, because we haven't 'tested' this one's springs out yet. All a sudden the sound of soft grunting followed by a struggling Mark carrying a tray opening the partly open door with his leg as he enters the bedroom. "What are-"
"Breakfast!" He grins in a boyish way lifting up the rectangular tray. The burning smell becomes much stronger even a small cloud of grey smoke follows Mark into the room, as he walks over to the bed. "But um... it kinda didn't work as planned..." He places the tray onto my lap which shows a couple pieces of toast and bacon which are burnt topped with beans and scrambled egg to disguise them. Even though it hasn't turned out the way he planned it still warms my heart knowing he went to the trouble of making me this.
"Aww thank you babe!" Quickly i give his cheek a soft peck before taking hold of my knife and fork ready to dig in.
"You don't have to eat it you know... i'll get you something else." He takes hold of the corner to the plate. Gently i tap his hand. "Ey get off. Get your own!" I grin tearing a piece of the black toast which makes a crunching sound when chewing it. Well they say burnt toast is good to strengthen your teeth..right? Mark watches me fight my way through the breakfast.
"Shall we do anything today?"
"It's completely up to you babe." Wiping my mouth on the napkin i stroke his bare leg giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Erm.... we could go and get a tree to decorate... four days to go..."
"Where has the time gone?! Sounds like a plan! Let me just finish this then we can go."
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Once i've finished my breakfast we get changed into some warm clothing topped with thermal padded coats and leather gloves before we go on search for our Christmas tree. "The snow's almost up to my knees! I'm never gonna make it to the forest." Mark pouts shuffling through the snow. I don't know why he's moaning i'm only a few inches taller than him and we've only been walking for 5 minutes... if that!
"Should of wore some of your high heels then." Teasingly i joke kicking some of the snow as we make our way into the forest area.
"Ha ha." Mark sarcastically laughs scooping some snow to throw at me. It hits against my chest and chin the coldness of it makes me shiver.
"OI!" Trying to be serious i frown my eyebrows at him. "Come on i'm frozen!"
We enter the forest area and after 15 minutes of fighting Mark's snowballs we finally decide on the perfect tree for Christmas. "How are we gonna carry this back?" Mark stares at the now cut down tree laying in front of us. It's just a little taller than what i am, but it sure does feel heavier!
"Drag it?" Taking the middle of the tree i take a tight grip to it Mark does the same as we both start to pull it.
"This... is...gonna...take...forever..." Mark all ready starts to pant. To be honest it's lighter than what i thought i could easily drag it by myself, but i'm not letting him off that lightly.
"Stop moaning and pull." All of a sudden the tree becomes much heavier than it did a few seconds ago. I start pulling harder almost causing me to fall into the snow. "What the...." As i turn around i notice what the problem is. Mark's sat on the bottom of the tree which has increased the weight.
"What?" He tries to keep a straight face sitting comfortably on it. "You look like you can handle it..."
"Not with you bloody sat on it. Get up."
"Please..." Mark tries to pull the puppy dog stunt on me. Sadly this time for him it's not going to work.
"If you get up and help... then once we're back to the apartment we can test the bed out before decorating..." Cheekily i wink at him, as his eyes stretch with excitement. Jumping to his feet Mark takes a strong grip to the tree, as we continue to drag it back to the apartment.
It took longer than expected with Mr 'i don't want to pull it' along side me. "Right...now for the fun part... you should be good at this Marko... you're into colourful things." Gently i tap his bum whilst i go on search for the bag of decorations. I pick up one of Mark's rucksacks looking for the various types of Christmas decorations until i stumble across something i didn't expect to find. "Erm.. Babe?"
Footsteps hit against the floor and the bedroom door swings opens. "Gaz don't go in my-....oh." After a few seconds a cheeky grin appears on his face as he places his hand under his chin.
"Why have you brought Twister on our holiday?"
Mark trails his finger against the door frame acting like a shy school girl trying to flirt. "I thought we could have... a bit of... fun..." He flutters his eyelashes at me.
"Fun? You know i hate these bloody games... i never win... everyone cheats."
"But..." Kneeling beside me on the floor now Mark takes my hands softly stroking his thumbs against my palms. "We could make it...more interesting...and fun..."
"How...?"
"Strip...Strip Twister..."
Blinking a few times i release a giggle expecting this all to be one of his jokes. Mark looks at me in a relax kind of way something tells me he's being serious. "Erm..."
"Come on... it'll be fun! Then we can decorate... if you can get up that is... Grandad.."
Trying my best i pull a shocked face holding back my giggles. "Right. You're on."
10 minutes into the game of 'strip twister' we have no idea what we're doing all i know is that i'm winning seeing as i've only lost my socks. Where as Mark's lost his shirt and trousers all he's left in is his boxers and socks. "Oh no not red!!" He pouts whilst on all fours in front of me. Knowing what it means almost causes me to fall over laughing. It means that Mark has to remove his boxers, and if he doesn't i automatically win. "Come on babe... get your pants off!"
"Shut up Barlow. Who even made these stupid rules up anyway?!" Trying his best with his free hand he pulls down his boxers to his ankles.
"Um... you did?" It's hard to keep focus on the game now that Mark's completely naked... well apart from his socks, but i doubt they'll be left on much longer. "Mmm..." I grip tightly to the bottom of my lip trying to hold myself back from giving his backside a hard whack.
"What? It's your go." Mark mumbles hardly audible, but i chose to ignore his words i'm too focused on the view in front of me. "Come on Gaz... i'm cold..." My trousers grow to become tighter and something begins to twitch. Do i really risk losing the game for my own pleasure? "Ga-" Is all Mark manages as i take a tight grip onto his hips pulling him against the zip on my trousers. "Oh...er..."
Without wasting anymore time i unzip myself allowing my hardened self to bounce against Mark's skin. "Aaah...that's better..." Loudly i moan releasing a sigh pulling him even closer.
"Does this mean you've lost?" Mark happily grins tilting his head backwards looking smug. He's gonna get it now. He knows i hate losing games and having it rubbed in my face. "L o s e r!" Using his finger and thumb he makes a 'L' shape on his forehead.
"Oh you're laughing now..." After reaching for a condom out of my wallet and securing it onto my hardened self i squirt a cold liquid onto the palm of my hand rubbing it against Mark's entrance.
"Nnnnnggg.... Gaaaz..." He hisses through his teeth feeling the sharp coldness against him.
"Now... are you going to act like a grown up?" I ask whilst positioning myself onto him correctly, digging my fingers into his hips.
"Mmm...you're... you're... still a... lose- Arrrgh Gaz!" Mark yelps uncontrollable when i slam myself deep inside of him. Finding the right angle i start to increase my thrusts hitting the right places causing Mark to squirm underneath me, as he struggles to keep his position on all fours.
"I...I've...missed...this...feeling..." Loudly i pant holding myself inside him for a brief moment exploring him before abruptly pulling out again. Mark soon becomes hungry for more, as he starts to buck his hips backwards allowing me to fit deeply inside him again.
"M... More...please Gary.. more please...." Obeying Mark's wish i begin to pound inside him into a rhythmic pattern.
"Ohh...Mark..." Chattering my teeth i drag my nails down his back causing it to redden slightly. Not that he minds. The body in front of me begins to weaken, as Mark's knees start to tremble. He's close. He's so close.
"G...G...Gary...i..." Quickly Mark lays his head backwards whilst i run a hand through his hair tugging his head even more backwards enough for our lips to meet. One, two, three more thrusts causing Mark to clench around me giving that final push to knock us both over the edge. "GAAAAZZ...." Falling onto his bare stomach Mark lays flat on the cold plastic twister mat exploding all over it, followed by me crashing on top of him releasing myself.
"Fuck Markie!"
Our arms and legs become tangled as we use the Twister mat as a blanket to cover our naked bodies whilst we lay beside the fire. "So... this decorating?" Mark trails his finger up my stomach towards my chest.
"Tomorrow... it's a little late now... besides... i had to celebrate my winning..."
"Bloody liar Barlow! I clearly won that game!"
"Yeah yeah...." Taking in a deep breath i rest my head against his as we cuddle together looking at the Christmas tree laying in front of the sofa.
"Hmm... can't wait for our photo shoot after this..."
My head instantly lifts by surprise. "Photo shoot? What photo shoot?"
"Oh... didn't i tell you?" Mark laughs a little. Knowing that would be the reaction of mine he was hoping for.
"Um... no? Oooh is it for your radio tour?"
Mark shakes his head. "Nope.. that's not until next year sometime. This one is just the two of us... for charity."
"Oh nice. Which charity? Bit early for Children in need isn't it?"
"Not that one. This one's for Aids..."
Feeling confused i lift my head to get a better look at him. "Aids? As in the disease?"
Again Mark nods. "Yep... it's for a gay magazine and all profits go to charity... but there's a catch..." Now i understand what he's hinting at.
"We're...we're going to be naked...aren't we?"
"Work you bloody thing." Clattering sounds from the kitchen along with the smell of burning toast. My eyes spring open noticing the space beside me in bed is empty.
"B.....Babe....." Stretching my arms above my head i release a yawn. This has been one of the best sleeps i've had in a while. Much more comfier than our mattress back at home... probably, because we haven't 'tested' this one's springs out yet. All a sudden the sound of soft grunting followed by a struggling Mark carrying a tray opening the partly open door with his leg as he enters the bedroom. "What are-"
"Breakfast!" He grins in a boyish way lifting up the rectangular tray. The burning smell becomes much stronger even a small cloud of grey smoke follows Mark into the room, as he walks over to the bed. "But um... it kinda didn't work as planned..." He places the tray onto my lap which shows a couple pieces of toast and bacon which are burnt topped with beans and scrambled egg to disguise them. Even though it hasn't turned out the way he planned it still warms my heart knowing he went to the trouble of making me this.
"Aww thank you babe!" Quickly i give his cheek a soft peck before taking hold of my knife and fork ready to dig in.
"You don't have to eat it you know... i'll get you something else." He takes hold of the corner to the plate. Gently i tap his hand. "Ey get off. Get your own!" I grin tearing a piece of the black toast which makes a crunching sound when chewing it. Well they say burnt toast is good to strengthen your teeth..right? Mark watches me fight my way through the breakfast.
"Shall we do anything today?"
"It's completely up to you babe." Wiping my mouth on the napkin i stroke his bare leg giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Erm.... we could go and get a tree to decorate... four days to go..."
"Where has the time gone?! Sounds like a plan! Let me just finish this then we can go."
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Once i've finished my breakfast we get changed into some warm clothing topped with thermal padded coats and leather gloves before we go on search for our Christmas tree. "The snow's almost up to my knees! I'm never gonna make it to the forest." Mark pouts shuffling through the snow. I don't know why he's moaning i'm only a few inches taller than him and we've only been walking for 5 minutes... if that!
"Should of wore some of your high heels then." Teasingly i joke kicking some of the snow as we make our way into the forest area.
"Ha ha." Mark sarcastically laughs scooping some snow to throw at me. It hits against my chest and chin the coldness of it makes me shiver.
"OI!" Trying to be serious i frown my eyebrows at him. "Come on i'm frozen!"
We enter the forest area and after 15 minutes of fighting Mark's snowballs we finally decide on the perfect tree for Christmas. "How are we gonna carry this back?" Mark stares at the now cut down tree laying in front of us. It's just a little taller than what i am, but it sure does feel heavier!
"Drag it?" Taking the middle of the tree i take a tight grip to it Mark does the same as we both start to pull it.
"This... is...gonna...take...forever..." Mark all ready starts to pant. To be honest it's lighter than what i thought i could easily drag it by myself, but i'm not letting him off that lightly.
"Stop moaning and pull." All of a sudden the tree becomes much heavier than it did a few seconds ago. I start pulling harder almost causing me to fall into the snow. "What the...." As i turn around i notice what the problem is. Mark's sat on the bottom of the tree which has increased the weight.
"What?" He tries to keep a straight face sitting comfortably on it. "You look like you can handle it..."
"Not with you bloody sat on it. Get up."
"Please..." Mark tries to pull the puppy dog stunt on me. Sadly this time for him it's not going to work.
"If you get up and help... then once we're back to the apartment we can test the bed out before decorating..." Cheekily i wink at him, as his eyes stretch with excitement. Jumping to his feet Mark takes a strong grip to the tree, as we continue to drag it back to the apartment.
It took longer than expected with Mr 'i don't want to pull it' along side me. "Right...now for the fun part... you should be good at this Marko... you're into colourful things." Gently i tap his bum whilst i go on search for the bag of decorations. I pick up one of Mark's rucksacks looking for the various types of Christmas decorations until i stumble across something i didn't expect to find. "Erm.. Babe?"
Footsteps hit against the floor and the bedroom door swings opens. "Gaz don't go in my-....oh." After a few seconds a cheeky grin appears on his face as he places his hand under his chin.
"Why have you brought Twister on our holiday?"
Mark trails his finger against the door frame acting like a shy school girl trying to flirt. "I thought we could have... a bit of... fun..." He flutters his eyelashes at me.
"Fun? You know i hate these bloody games... i never win... everyone cheats."
"But..." Kneeling beside me on the floor now Mark takes my hands softly stroking his thumbs against my palms. "We could make it...more interesting...and fun..."
"How...?"
"Strip...Strip Twister..."
Blinking a few times i release a giggle expecting this all to be one of his jokes. Mark looks at me in a relax kind of way something tells me he's being serious. "Erm..."
"Come on... it'll be fun! Then we can decorate... if you can get up that is... Grandad.."
Trying my best i pull a shocked face holding back my giggles. "Right. You're on."
10 minutes into the game of 'strip twister' we have no idea what we're doing all i know is that i'm winning seeing as i've only lost my socks. Where as Mark's lost his shirt and trousers all he's left in is his boxers and socks. "Oh no not red!!" He pouts whilst on all fours in front of me. Knowing what it means almost causes me to fall over laughing. It means that Mark has to remove his boxers, and if he doesn't i automatically win. "Come on babe... get your pants off!"
"Shut up Barlow. Who even made these stupid rules up anyway?!" Trying his best with his free hand he pulls down his boxers to his ankles.
"Um... you did?" It's hard to keep focus on the game now that Mark's completely naked... well apart from his socks, but i doubt they'll be left on much longer. "Mmm..." I grip tightly to the bottom of my lip trying to hold myself back from giving his backside a hard whack.
"What? It's your go." Mark mumbles hardly audible, but i chose to ignore his words i'm too focused on the view in front of me. "Come on Gaz... i'm cold..." My trousers grow to become tighter and something begins to twitch. Do i really risk losing the game for my own pleasure? "Ga-" Is all Mark manages as i take a tight grip onto his hips pulling him against the zip on my trousers. "Oh...er..."
Without wasting anymore time i unzip myself allowing my hardened self to bounce against Mark's skin. "Aaah...that's better..." Loudly i moan releasing a sigh pulling him even closer.
"Does this mean you've lost?" Mark happily grins tilting his head backwards looking smug. He's gonna get it now. He knows i hate losing games and having it rubbed in my face. "L o s e r!" Using his finger and thumb he makes a 'L' shape on his forehead.
"Oh you're laughing now..." After reaching for a condom out of my wallet and securing it onto my hardened self i squirt a cold liquid onto the palm of my hand rubbing it against Mark's entrance.
"Nnnnnggg.... Gaaaz..." He hisses through his teeth feeling the sharp coldness against him.
"Now... are you going to act like a grown up?" I ask whilst positioning myself onto him correctly, digging my fingers into his hips.
"Mmm...you're... you're... still a... lose- Arrrgh Gaz!" Mark yelps uncontrollable when i slam myself deep inside of him. Finding the right angle i start to increase my thrusts hitting the right places causing Mark to squirm underneath me, as he struggles to keep his position on all fours.
"I...I've...missed...this...feeling..." Loudly i pant holding myself inside him for a brief moment exploring him before abruptly pulling out again. Mark soon becomes hungry for more, as he starts to buck his hips backwards allowing me to fit deeply inside him again.
"M... More...please Gary.. more please...." Obeying Mark's wish i begin to pound inside him into a rhythmic pattern.
"Ohh...Mark..." Chattering my teeth i drag my nails down his back causing it to redden slightly. Not that he minds. The body in front of me begins to weaken, as Mark's knees start to tremble. He's close. He's so close.
"G...G...Gary...i..." Quickly Mark lays his head backwards whilst i run a hand through his hair tugging his head even more backwards enough for our lips to meet. One, two, three more thrusts causing Mark to clench around me giving that final push to knock us both over the edge. "GAAAAZZ...." Falling onto his bare stomach Mark lays flat on the cold plastic twister mat exploding all over it, followed by me crashing on top of him releasing myself.
"Fuck Markie!"
Our arms and legs become tangled as we use the Twister mat as a blanket to cover our naked bodies whilst we lay beside the fire. "So... this decorating?" Mark trails his finger up my stomach towards my chest.
"Tomorrow... it's a little late now... besides... i had to celebrate my winning..."
"Bloody liar Barlow! I clearly won that game!"
"Yeah yeah...." Taking in a deep breath i rest my head against his as we cuddle together looking at the Christmas tree laying in front of the sofa.
"Hmm... can't wait for our photo shoot after this..."
My head instantly lifts by surprise. "Photo shoot? What photo shoot?"
"Oh... didn't i tell you?" Mark laughs a little. Knowing that would be the reaction of mine he was hoping for.
"Um... no? Oooh is it for your radio tour?"
Mark shakes his head. "Nope.. that's not until next year sometime. This one is just the two of us... for charity."
"Oh nice. Which charity? Bit early for Children in need isn't it?"
"Not that one. This one's for Aids..."
Feeling confused i lift my head to get a better look at him. "Aids? As in the disease?"
Again Mark nods. "Yep... it's for a gay magazine and all profits go to charity... but there's a catch..." Now i understand what he's hinting at.
"We're...we're going to be naked...aren't we?"
Wednesday, 20 November 2013
Chapter 23
Gary's POV
I've never experienced such a stressful flight before until today. It took around 2 hours to finally arrive in Switzerland and i hated every second of it. Firstly my breakfast was over cooked which tasted like i was eating cardboard. Secondly I'm pretty sure the flight was for a children's day care centre seeing as there was about ten of them screaming on board. Why do parents allow their children to travel at such a young age? I swear they only take them to piss other people off. Also we ended up watching bloody Finding Nemo about 20 times whilst being kicked to death by an annoyed little boy who kept complaining about it being too babyish to watch. My hair is full of sweets which he kept throwing at my head, just as i was about to tell him off Mark would tap me on the shoulder and say "Don't be awful, Gaz. He's only having fun...that's what kids are like." But the bad luck didn't stop there, as soon as we set foot off the plane i then found out that they had only just gone and lost one of my bags! Luckily nothing major was in there, just a portable dvd player, my pjs and a few blank note pads.
"Can anything else possibly go wrong today?!" Rubbing my hands together i wait for Mark to unlock the door to our apartment which we'll be staying in for the next week or so. It's a beautiful place the weather certainly isn't Spanish nor Australian. "Jeez i'm frozen already!" I mutter dragging the cases inside along with an inch of snow freezing to the sole of my trainers.
"Well it's your own fault Gaz. I mean who goes to Switzerland wearing a t shirt and jeans? Silly bugger."
"I'm gonna be frozen tonight without my pj's! Some daft heads can't even do their jobs right. My bag getting lost of all bags!"
Mark releases a little giggle whilst taking his boots off and heading towards the fireplace. "Wow you certainly are grumpy today, Mr Barlow."
"I'd rather be grumpy than being angry tell you what those classes are doing some good... at least there's something positive today." I've been to about three anger management classes so far since Mark told me about Jason and Howard's little advice, and surprisingly it's actually an enjoyable thing i'm much more calmer, but still grumpy...sometimes.
"That's great to hear babe... but i can see you're a little tense after today..." He grins whilst lighting the fire. That glint in his eyes says it all really.
"Nah i'm fine. Need to change into something warmer actually before i freeze to death."
"Oh well...don't mind me...i'll just sit and observe." Mark sits down on the sofa facing me where a window sits behind.
"Um...hadn't you better draw the curtains if i'm going to get changed?" I ask whilst pulling on the bottom of my t shirt about to lift it over my head and exchange it for something much warmer and comfortable.
Mark shrugs and flinches his lips. "We're in the middle of nowhere...doubt anyone can see you not that i'm into sharing anyways."
"Ok...good." On that note i remove my t shirt whipping it over my head causing my hair to become a little frizzy. Not once does Mark take his eyes off me they wonder up and down my torso whilst his teeth grip to the bottom of his lip. Next i reach for my flyer on my jeans tugging down my zipper, but it stops half way. Great. It's stuck. "Oh fuck it." Pulling the zip with frustration there's no way it's going to move.
"I'll help!" Mark jumps to his knees almost instant in front of me. "The teeth are caught that's all. Shouldn't take a sec."
"Ah- right." Resting my hand on my hip i watch Mark fingers jab me in sensitive places, as he begins to try and release the incident. "Come on Mark we haven't got all day i'm dying for a cuppa and a sit down."
"Hold still... we don't want anything important getting stuck now do we..." He seems to be enjoying this more than what he should. Prodding his fingers and skimming them against the thin fabric of my boxers.
"Mark...erm-"
"Stop moving... relax..." He peers up at me with his tongue sliding against his smooth lips which form into a cheeky grin. Looks like i'm not going to be getting out of these jeans in a hurry especially not with Mark giving me that look whilst on his knees. A hand snakes down my boxers feeling Mark's warm hand cup me. I rest my head backwards closing my eyes, as Mark starts to massage me gently.
"Oooh..." Humming softly i run my hand through his fringe twisting strands around my fingers.
Looking pleased with himself he pulls down the now fixed zip on my jeans and easily wraps the palm of his hand around my semi erected length. His touch alone sends shivers through my body. Shivers of pleasure. "Relax...relax....re...la...x" His voice becomes quieter and his breath becomes warmer against me until i feel myself brush against his lips. Scrunching up my lips whilst closing my eyes i take a tighter grip to his hair as i feel his lips tightly wrap around me. Taking me slowly at first i flicker my eye lids noticing his eyes are fixed on my face looking smug with himself as i anxiously claw at the door's handle, already he's sent me into a state where i can't even stand up without a handle to support me. All of a sudden i hit the back of his throat several times causing my hands to glue to either side of his face pushing myself deeper into his mouth.
"Oh....ohhhhh! Yes Markie!! That's it!" Panting loudly i feel myself build up as he teasingly bites and swirls his tongue around me. "Ohhhh....f....fu....fuck....i....i...." My legs tremble and my thumbs push against his cheeks whilst i remain comfortably deep in his mouth.
Kissing and sucking gently Mark smiles against my hardened self stroking me onto his cheek. "Come... come for me Gaz..." He mumbles vibrating his lips onto my tip as his free hand which isn't pressed against my hip cups me again giving me a slight squeeze.
"OHHH... good god MAAAARK!!!" It feels like something inside my stomach has exploded as i finally release shooting my load into Mark's mouth. Falling against the door with a exhausted thud i heavily pant for my breath back.
"Mmmm... much better..." He grins wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Still feeling tensed?"
My fingers rake through my damp hair staring at the glint in his eyes and the huge cheesy grin plastered on his face. "M...much...better....jeez... that was amazing!"
"Do i ever fail to please you Mr Barlow?"
"That's true..." I hold out my hand helping him off his knees before pulling him into a tight meaningful hug. Resting my head against the crook of his neck. "Thank you..."
"What for? It was only a blowjob, Gaz. Not that i mind giving them to you." Mark chuckles wrapping his arms around my waist.
"N...no... not just that... i mean... thank you... for everything... i really love you Mark... i might not always show it... but i do.."
"I know you do babe... and i love you too... more than words can describe... you and our little treasure...now don't go soft on me, because i'll get emotional." Pulling away slightly from the hug he strokes his finger tips against my light stubble. "Now go on... get ready for bed... i'll join you in a sec."
"You're not coming?" I raise my eyebrow he looks like he's up to something.
"Yeah i just...er...need to check on something... warm my place for me?"
"S...sure..." Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek i head towards the bedroom.
Mark's POV
Making sure Gary's in the bedroom i quickly unzip my suit case searching under my clothes for it. Where the hell is it?! Still looking out incase Gary walks of the bedroom i drag my clothes out dropping them into a pile onto the floor space beside me. Once the case is empty i finally find the small paper wrapped box. I slowly open the floral white box making sure it's still in the fixed presentable state i bought it in. I release i sigh of relief seeing it again butterflies fill my stomach. Nerves flood through my body thinking of what exactly i'm going to do in 5 days time. Christmas day, but this Christmas wont just be a normal Christmas day. No. This one will be the Christmas i'll ask Gary to marry me. Smiling to myself i stare at the silver band which sits on my thumb and index finger, as it twinkles in the light. I got the date we first dated engrave on the inside of the band. Half of me is full of excitement to finally see his face once i reveal my gift to him which i've been planning for six months, but the other part is sickness. Who wouldn't be nervous proposing? I've never done it before, so of course i'm nervous plus i could worry for England it's understandable.
"Markie? Are you coming to bed?"
Hearing Gary's voice causes me to hide it back into the box shoving it to the bottom of my case again. "Y...Yeah...coming." Picking up the pile of clothes again i disguise Gary's present in the suitcase before zipping it back up. This is going to be the best year ever.
I've never experienced such a stressful flight before until today. It took around 2 hours to finally arrive in Switzerland and i hated every second of it. Firstly my breakfast was over cooked which tasted like i was eating cardboard. Secondly I'm pretty sure the flight was for a children's day care centre seeing as there was about ten of them screaming on board. Why do parents allow their children to travel at such a young age? I swear they only take them to piss other people off. Also we ended up watching bloody Finding Nemo about 20 times whilst being kicked to death by an annoyed little boy who kept complaining about it being too babyish to watch. My hair is full of sweets which he kept throwing at my head, just as i was about to tell him off Mark would tap me on the shoulder and say "Don't be awful, Gaz. He's only having fun...that's what kids are like." But the bad luck didn't stop there, as soon as we set foot off the plane i then found out that they had only just gone and lost one of my bags! Luckily nothing major was in there, just a portable dvd player, my pjs and a few blank note pads.
"Can anything else possibly go wrong today?!" Rubbing my hands together i wait for Mark to unlock the door to our apartment which we'll be staying in for the next week or so. It's a beautiful place the weather certainly isn't Spanish nor Australian. "Jeez i'm frozen already!" I mutter dragging the cases inside along with an inch of snow freezing to the sole of my trainers.
"Well it's your own fault Gaz. I mean who goes to Switzerland wearing a t shirt and jeans? Silly bugger."
"I'm gonna be frozen tonight without my pj's! Some daft heads can't even do their jobs right. My bag getting lost of all bags!"
Mark releases a little giggle whilst taking his boots off and heading towards the fireplace. "Wow you certainly are grumpy today, Mr Barlow."
"I'd rather be grumpy than being angry tell you what those classes are doing some good... at least there's something positive today." I've been to about three anger management classes so far since Mark told me about Jason and Howard's little advice, and surprisingly it's actually an enjoyable thing i'm much more calmer, but still grumpy...sometimes.
"That's great to hear babe... but i can see you're a little tense after today..." He grins whilst lighting the fire. That glint in his eyes says it all really.
"Nah i'm fine. Need to change into something warmer actually before i freeze to death."
"Oh well...don't mind me...i'll just sit and observe." Mark sits down on the sofa facing me where a window sits behind.
"Um...hadn't you better draw the curtains if i'm going to get changed?" I ask whilst pulling on the bottom of my t shirt about to lift it over my head and exchange it for something much warmer and comfortable.
Mark shrugs and flinches his lips. "We're in the middle of nowhere...doubt anyone can see you not that i'm into sharing anyways."
"Ok...good." On that note i remove my t shirt whipping it over my head causing my hair to become a little frizzy. Not once does Mark take his eyes off me they wonder up and down my torso whilst his teeth grip to the bottom of his lip. Next i reach for my flyer on my jeans tugging down my zipper, but it stops half way. Great. It's stuck. "Oh fuck it." Pulling the zip with frustration there's no way it's going to move.
"I'll help!" Mark jumps to his knees almost instant in front of me. "The teeth are caught that's all. Shouldn't take a sec."
"Ah- right." Resting my hand on my hip i watch Mark fingers jab me in sensitive places, as he begins to try and release the incident. "Come on Mark we haven't got all day i'm dying for a cuppa and a sit down."
"Hold still... we don't want anything important getting stuck now do we..." He seems to be enjoying this more than what he should. Prodding his fingers and skimming them against the thin fabric of my boxers.
"Mark...erm-"
"Stop moving... relax..." He peers up at me with his tongue sliding against his smooth lips which form into a cheeky grin. Looks like i'm not going to be getting out of these jeans in a hurry especially not with Mark giving me that look whilst on his knees. A hand snakes down my boxers feeling Mark's warm hand cup me. I rest my head backwards closing my eyes, as Mark starts to massage me gently.
"Oooh..." Humming softly i run my hand through his fringe twisting strands around my fingers.
Looking pleased with himself he pulls down the now fixed zip on my jeans and easily wraps the palm of his hand around my semi erected length. His touch alone sends shivers through my body. Shivers of pleasure. "Relax...relax....re...la...x" His voice becomes quieter and his breath becomes warmer against me until i feel myself brush against his lips. Scrunching up my lips whilst closing my eyes i take a tighter grip to his hair as i feel his lips tightly wrap around me. Taking me slowly at first i flicker my eye lids noticing his eyes are fixed on my face looking smug with himself as i anxiously claw at the door's handle, already he's sent me into a state where i can't even stand up without a handle to support me. All of a sudden i hit the back of his throat several times causing my hands to glue to either side of his face pushing myself deeper into his mouth.
"Oh....ohhhhh! Yes Markie!! That's it!" Panting loudly i feel myself build up as he teasingly bites and swirls his tongue around me. "Ohhhh....f....fu....fuck....i....i...." My legs tremble and my thumbs push against his cheeks whilst i remain comfortably deep in his mouth.
Kissing and sucking gently Mark smiles against my hardened self stroking me onto his cheek. "Come... come for me Gaz..." He mumbles vibrating his lips onto my tip as his free hand which isn't pressed against my hip cups me again giving me a slight squeeze.
"OHHH... good god MAAAARK!!!" It feels like something inside my stomach has exploded as i finally release shooting my load into Mark's mouth. Falling against the door with a exhausted thud i heavily pant for my breath back.
"Mmmm... much better..." He grins wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Still feeling tensed?"
My fingers rake through my damp hair staring at the glint in his eyes and the huge cheesy grin plastered on his face. "M...much...better....jeez... that was amazing!"
"Do i ever fail to please you Mr Barlow?"
"That's true..." I hold out my hand helping him off his knees before pulling him into a tight meaningful hug. Resting my head against the crook of his neck. "Thank you..."
"What for? It was only a blowjob, Gaz. Not that i mind giving them to you." Mark chuckles wrapping his arms around my waist.
"N...no... not just that... i mean... thank you... for everything... i really love you Mark... i might not always show it... but i do.."
"I know you do babe... and i love you too... more than words can describe... you and our little treasure...now don't go soft on me, because i'll get emotional." Pulling away slightly from the hug he strokes his finger tips against my light stubble. "Now go on... get ready for bed... i'll join you in a sec."
"You're not coming?" I raise my eyebrow he looks like he's up to something.
"Yeah i just...er...need to check on something... warm my place for me?"
"S...sure..." Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek i head towards the bedroom.
Mark's POV
Making sure Gary's in the bedroom i quickly unzip my suit case searching under my clothes for it. Where the hell is it?! Still looking out incase Gary walks of the bedroom i drag my clothes out dropping them into a pile onto the floor space beside me. Once the case is empty i finally find the small paper wrapped box. I slowly open the floral white box making sure it's still in the fixed presentable state i bought it in. I release i sigh of relief seeing it again butterflies fill my stomach. Nerves flood through my body thinking of what exactly i'm going to do in 5 days time. Christmas day, but this Christmas wont just be a normal Christmas day. No. This one will be the Christmas i'll ask Gary to marry me. Smiling to myself i stare at the silver band which sits on my thumb and index finger, as it twinkles in the light. I got the date we first dated engrave on the inside of the band. Half of me is full of excitement to finally see his face once i reveal my gift to him which i've been planning for six months, but the other part is sickness. Who wouldn't be nervous proposing? I've never done it before, so of course i'm nervous plus i could worry for England it's understandable.
"Markie? Are you coming to bed?"
Hearing Gary's voice causes me to hide it back into the box shoving it to the bottom of my case again. "Y...Yeah...coming." Picking up the pile of clothes again i disguise Gary's present in the suitcase before zipping it back up. This is going to be the best year ever.
Wednesday, 13 November 2013
Chapter 22
{It's just 5 days until Gary and Mark set off for their Christmas holiday break and just 10 days until Christmas. Today they're shopping for some clothing seeing as the weather in Switzerland will be much more colder than in London. Yasmin has taken a few weeks herself away having a break at her Mum's with Eleanor. Robbie is currently staying at their house until they're back which then he'll continue staying at different hotels. For now there's no relationship between the pair Yasmin's given her wedding and engagement ring back to Robbie saying they're completely over, and he's only allowed round to see Eleanor which will soon only be a weekend thing...}
Gary's POV
"Come on Mark.. we've been here almost two hours in the same bloody shop. Just choose one coat not the whole rack! My feet are killing me." Slumping down in a nearby chair i rub the sole of my foot through my sock.
"Oh shush grumpy. These things take time. I love my shopping me."
"But you take too long! I got mine within 5 minutes, quick try on and i'm sorted... you could learn a thing or two."
Mark gestures his hand in time we my speaking. "Blah blah blah... i'm gonna go and look upstairs then we can go... not be long gorgeous." He gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and disappears towards the escalators. It'll be the year 3000 by the time we leave, the floor upstairs is crammed with clothing he's going to have field day. Drumming my fingers on the arm rest i try and occupy myself whilst waiting for little miss fussy to finish. I glance around the shopping centre watching different couples look through festive seasonal clothing the usual stuff like jumpers, PJ's, ties etc. Out the corner of my eye i notice a small crowd of people are watching me. "Fucking cheat." "Not surprised he looks knackered messing around with that woman again." "Wonder what his boyfriend thinks...maybe he's done the right thing and done a runner."
Are they talking about me? "Excuse me? Do you have a problem?"
"Yeah seeing your mug plastered all over The Sun for a change. You're ridiculous." A middle aged man turns his nose up at me.
"M...Me?"
"No, me!" Sarcastically he speaks. "Of course you, you scumbag once a cheat always a cheat i say." Ending on that note the crowd descends. What on earth is he talking about? Cheat? Me on the front page? Standing to my feet i walk over to the area in the shopping centre where they're selling newspapers. As soon as i walk around the corner i freeze to the spot looking in horror. He was right... i'm all over the papers... front page. Gary Barlow... Praying for another chance... AGAIN? This is bullshit! Making sure Mark isn't around i grab a newspaper from the rack turning to the correct page. Gary Barlow being kept up all night by Robbie Williams' missus...again?! The Sun insider has been keeping a close eye on their friendly relationship lately. 'Another crack in his heart?' current boyfriend to Gary and band mate Mark Owen pictured above looking worse for wear... The photo shows Mark on a jog when he was ill a few weeks back. This is nothing but lies! I haven't been cheating! Below: Relighting his fire? Gary and Yasmin share a coffee together looking cosy as she is pictured without her wedding ring! A friend of the family speaks about Yasmin's shock second pregnancy. Could it be Mr Barlow's? No please this can't be happening!
"Guess who!" All of a sudden a pair of hands are placed over my eyes making me jump out of my skin. "Hey hey Gaz... it's only me." Quickly i turn around holding the newspaper flat against my back. Mark stands in front of me with a boyish grin on his face. "I've done the shopping!" He holds up a few packed bags with the new clothing in. Right now i don't even care that he's spent way more than he should of done, all i'm concentrating on is getting out of here so we can pack.
"O...Oh... good...let's go then."
"Already? I thought we could go for a coffee and i could show you the things i bought? I've got you some things too!"
"No time. We need to go home." Still holding the newspaper behind my back i take Mark's hand pulling him away from the area.
"W....What's...that?" He raises his eyebrow pointing behind me. Who am i kidding what's the point hiding one poxy newspaper when there's a whole bloody stand of them behind me. "What....the...." Mark picks one of the newspaper's up and starts to read.
"Mark... i swear... i .... i haven't done anything... i wouldn't... not again... you believe me....right?" After quickly scrolling the newspaper he agrees.
"Let's go home..."
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We arrive back home after an incredibly quiet car ride Mark didn't even put the radio on and start singing which he usually does whenever we're out in the car. "Do you want a drink babe? I got you some orange juice in."
"Ok..." Quietly he walks into the living room carry his bags with him. I knew that this would upset him... i mean it's full of shit whatever the paper's write 99% of the time.
"Babe?" Peering my head around the door i hold onto the door frame studying his face. It's unusual not seeing a cheesy grin plastered all over Mark's face part of him is famous for it. Clearly all this has bothered him greatly.
"Yes?" He tilts his head into my direction looking at me with his saddened eyes, puppy like enough to pull on anyone's heart strings. Walking over to the sofa i sit beside him wrapping my arm tightly around his shoulder allowing him to rest against me.
"It's upset you... hasn't it...?" Gently he nods resting a hand against my chest whilst the other is placed on my stomach spreading his fingers out onto it. "It's not true... i swear to you Mark... they used that photo of you when you was ill... you wasn't heart broken? And the photo of me and Yasmin having a coffee together you was there with us they just cropped you out of the photo... you know what they're like..."
"I...I know... and i believe you... it's just." Taking a deep breath he closes his eyes slightly. "It's just.... seeing it... even though it's not real... it's shown to look real... rumours will start... it hurts...true or not... it's hurts to see it shoved in your face."
"Never in a million years would i cheat on you Mark... i promise whilst walking this earth i will never hurt you... you and our baby are my life... you both mean more to me than what words can describe, and as soon as we go on this holiday in a couple of days we can get away from everything and everyone, and once that plane lands bringing us home again our family will start. Just the three of us nothing can go wrong, and i mean that. Everything's going to be ok..." Running my fingers through his hair i place a soft kiss onto his cold feeling forehead.
"Can't wait..."
"We're a team Mark... and it will be like that forever... i'm nothing without you... promise you'll never leave me... ever..." Softly i hold the hand which is resting on my chest bringing it to the direction of my heart letting him feel my steady heart beat.
"I promise..." He nuzzles his head into the crook of my neck.
"Bring on this holiday..." Pressing my lips against his ear i whisper softly as we lay on the sofa together.
Gary's POV
"Come on Mark.. we've been here almost two hours in the same bloody shop. Just choose one coat not the whole rack! My feet are killing me." Slumping down in a nearby chair i rub the sole of my foot through my sock.
"Oh shush grumpy. These things take time. I love my shopping me."
"But you take too long! I got mine within 5 minutes, quick try on and i'm sorted... you could learn a thing or two."
Mark gestures his hand in time we my speaking. "Blah blah blah... i'm gonna go and look upstairs then we can go... not be long gorgeous." He gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and disappears towards the escalators. It'll be the year 3000 by the time we leave, the floor upstairs is crammed with clothing he's going to have field day. Drumming my fingers on the arm rest i try and occupy myself whilst waiting for little miss fussy to finish. I glance around the shopping centre watching different couples look through festive seasonal clothing the usual stuff like jumpers, PJ's, ties etc. Out the corner of my eye i notice a small crowd of people are watching me. "Fucking cheat." "Not surprised he looks knackered messing around with that woman again." "Wonder what his boyfriend thinks...maybe he's done the right thing and done a runner."
Are they talking about me? "Excuse me? Do you have a problem?"
"Yeah seeing your mug plastered all over The Sun for a change. You're ridiculous." A middle aged man turns his nose up at me.
"M...Me?"
"No, me!" Sarcastically he speaks. "Of course you, you scumbag once a cheat always a cheat i say." Ending on that note the crowd descends. What on earth is he talking about? Cheat? Me on the front page? Standing to my feet i walk over to the area in the shopping centre where they're selling newspapers. As soon as i walk around the corner i freeze to the spot looking in horror. He was right... i'm all over the papers... front page. Gary Barlow... Praying for another chance... AGAIN? This is bullshit! Making sure Mark isn't around i grab a newspaper from the rack turning to the correct page. Gary Barlow being kept up all night by Robbie Williams' missus...again?! The Sun insider has been keeping a close eye on their friendly relationship lately. 'Another crack in his heart?' current boyfriend to Gary and band mate Mark Owen pictured above looking worse for wear... The photo shows Mark on a jog when he was ill a few weeks back. This is nothing but lies! I haven't been cheating! Below: Relighting his fire? Gary and Yasmin share a coffee together looking cosy as she is pictured without her wedding ring! A friend of the family speaks about Yasmin's shock second pregnancy. Could it be Mr Barlow's? No please this can't be happening!
"Guess who!" All of a sudden a pair of hands are placed over my eyes making me jump out of my skin. "Hey hey Gaz... it's only me." Quickly i turn around holding the newspaper flat against my back. Mark stands in front of me with a boyish grin on his face. "I've done the shopping!" He holds up a few packed bags with the new clothing in. Right now i don't even care that he's spent way more than he should of done, all i'm concentrating on is getting out of here so we can pack.
"O...Oh... good...let's go then."
"Already? I thought we could go for a coffee and i could show you the things i bought? I've got you some things too!"
"No time. We need to go home." Still holding the newspaper behind my back i take Mark's hand pulling him away from the area.
"W....What's...that?" He raises his eyebrow pointing behind me. Who am i kidding what's the point hiding one poxy newspaper when there's a whole bloody stand of them behind me. "What....the...." Mark picks one of the newspaper's up and starts to read.
"Mark... i swear... i .... i haven't done anything... i wouldn't... not again... you believe me....right?" After quickly scrolling the newspaper he agrees.
"Let's go home..."
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We arrive back home after an incredibly quiet car ride Mark didn't even put the radio on and start singing which he usually does whenever we're out in the car. "Do you want a drink babe? I got you some orange juice in."
"Ok..." Quietly he walks into the living room carry his bags with him. I knew that this would upset him... i mean it's full of shit whatever the paper's write 99% of the time.
"Babe?" Peering my head around the door i hold onto the door frame studying his face. It's unusual not seeing a cheesy grin plastered all over Mark's face part of him is famous for it. Clearly all this has bothered him greatly.
"Yes?" He tilts his head into my direction looking at me with his saddened eyes, puppy like enough to pull on anyone's heart strings. Walking over to the sofa i sit beside him wrapping my arm tightly around his shoulder allowing him to rest against me.
"It's upset you... hasn't it...?" Gently he nods resting a hand against my chest whilst the other is placed on my stomach spreading his fingers out onto it. "It's not true... i swear to you Mark... they used that photo of you when you was ill... you wasn't heart broken? And the photo of me and Yasmin having a coffee together you was there with us they just cropped you out of the photo... you know what they're like..."
"I...I know... and i believe you... it's just." Taking a deep breath he closes his eyes slightly. "It's just.... seeing it... even though it's not real... it's shown to look real... rumours will start... it hurts...true or not... it's hurts to see it shoved in your face."
"Never in a million years would i cheat on you Mark... i promise whilst walking this earth i will never hurt you... you and our baby are my life... you both mean more to me than what words can describe, and as soon as we go on this holiday in a couple of days we can get away from everything and everyone, and once that plane lands bringing us home again our family will start. Just the three of us nothing can go wrong, and i mean that. Everything's going to be ok..." Running my fingers through his hair i place a soft kiss onto his cold feeling forehead.
"Can't wait..."
"We're a team Mark... and it will be like that forever... i'm nothing without you... promise you'll never leave me... ever..." Softly i hold the hand which is resting on my chest bringing it to the direction of my heart letting him feel my steady heart beat.
"I promise..." He nuzzles his head into the crook of my neck.
"Bring on this holiday..." Pressing my lips against his ear i whisper softly as we lay on the sofa together.
Wednesday, 6 November 2013
Chapter 21
Mark's POV
"Mark? Babe? Are you there?" Loudly a voice speaks knocking me out of my daze . Shaking my head i clear my throat before speaking.
"Hello Gaz."
"You alright? You don't sound yourself?" It's hard to hear him over the music in the background. Wish i was there instead of feeling like an old man in bed.
"Y...Yeah... i'm fine... got a bloody cold... and missing you.." Grabbing a tissue i blow my nose. There's not much point seeing as it becomes blocked again within a second.
"Oh babe.... you sound awful... i wont be long promise..." Even though i can't see his face i can picture him standing in a corner near the toilets with a finger in his ear and a grin plastered on his face.
"I'm fine honest... see you in a bit..."
"See you soon... love you loads."
"Love you too gorgeous." I smile to myself once we hang up. We've only been apart no longer than 2 hours and i miss him terribly. God knows how i'll cope when one of us goes on a solo tour.
"Mark? Are you still awake?" Jason opens the door enough for him to poke his head around to see me still sitting there stroking the phone screen.
"Yeah uh..."
Jason walks in carrying a tray with a bowl and what it looks like half a loaf of bread at the side of it. "Here get this down you...you'll feel better." Howard follows him smiling softly at me as they both sit on the edge of the bed.
"Jeez... do you want me to explode? I would like to actually walk out of bed you know." I take the tray resting it on my lap. It's Gary's home made pea and ham soup he uses it for part of his diet and makes me eat it with him.
"Eat up. You need some meat on those bones of yours otherwise you'll fade away. When was the last time you had a proper meal?" Howard raises an eyebrow whilst crossing his leg. Is he hinting about Gary not caring for me or something? I knew i shouldn't of said anything now i'm just going to be treated like a child.
"He does feed me you know. I'm not a prisoner." Muttering under my breath i dunk a chunk of bread into the soup before chewing on it slowly.
"I never said that Mark... you just.. look like you've lost a bit of weight that's all..."
"I've been under a bit of stress lately that's all both me and Gary have especially over almost losing our first child what do you expect!" For the first time i don't back down i don't take it on the chin like i usually do. I'm sometimes sensitives about my appearance especially my weight. "So i guess the pair of you had a good talk about Gaz then?" I ask looking from Jason to Howard. "Howard?" He doesn't reply he just runs his thumb along each one of his eyebrows. "....Jay?" Neither of them answer me which frustrates me even more. I'm protective over Gary and if they have something to say about him i want to know. "Someone speak then?!"
"....we've been thinking.... maybe he should.... erm... attend... some classes..." Jason bites the tip of his tongue looking concerned at me.
"Classes? Why do he need classes for?" I shake my head with confusion running through my mind.
"F...for... Anger..."
My jaw drops a little hearing Jason's response. Anger. Gary going to anger classes?! He doesn't need them! It's only happened once... or twice and we sorted it.
"We're worried about you Mark that's all." Howard gently places his hand onto my shoulder which i just end up shrugging off.
"Well there's no need. Listen to yourselves you're making out Gary's abusive towards me which he's far from!"
"We didn't mean it like that Mar-"
I raise my hand to their direction stopping them from saying anything else. "Just go. You've said enough. Call yourselves friends? Just...just go."
Howard looks at Jason and releases a sigh before standing to his feet. "If you need anything... just give us a ring... we care about you Mark...always will."
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Footsteps creep along the laminate flooring on the hallway. Almost instant my eyes open from my light sleep. Someones in the house? Nervously my eyes glance over at the bedside clock. 1:30am. Gary's been out almost 5 hours. "G...Gaz?" I call out when the footsteps sound on the stairs. No answer. My heart begins to throb in my chest. Maybe it's not Gary...what if it's the person who's after me... i've got no where to hide. Very slowly the door handle turns. Feeling incredibly scared now i pull the duvet over my head trying to lay as flat as possible controlling my heavy breathing. The floor boards creak and a dark shadow hovers above me. No please. Not now. I need Gary. A hand pushes onto the duvet which my face is pressed against taking a tighter grip to the covers they slowly start to be pulled off me making me even more terrified than before. "Don't please! Please don't hurt me! Please!" Curling up into a ball i feel myself being fully exposed from the covers.
"Hey! Hey ssssh.. it's only me." The whole of my body trembles from fear, until i hear the voice. That familiar voice. Lifting my head weakly looking at the figure who now sits on the bed space beside me coiling an arm around my waist.
"G....G...Gary??! You bastard! You scared me! You....s..scared...the life out of me! Why didn't you answer me?! I...I... i thought... oh gosh..." My body becomes limp as my head crashes onto his chest.
"Oh Mark... i'm so sorry babe... the tv was on... i swear i didn't hear you... i thought you was asleep... it's ok... i'm here now... i'm here..." Gently Gary rocks me against his chest planting kisses in my hair trying to calm me down the best he can. Slightly i relax under his warm touch wrapping my arms around his nuzzling my cheek in the small patch of blond chest hair which pokes through the undone buttons of his shirt.
After 15 minutes i finally pull away from the hug wiping my tears and slight running nose on the back of my hand. Gross i know. "So...how...how was the gig?" I ask wrapping myself back under the duvet feeling the cold breeze from the open bedroom door.
"It was great...always love a gig... expect something didn't feel right..." Nudging over to me he wraps his arm around my shoulder.
"Oh? Why's that?"
He pokes the end of my nose with his index finger placing a kiss onto my forehead. "Because my gorgeous boyfriend wasn't there..."
"You big softie... i love you..." Holding him tighter i kiss trails around his chest and the fabric of his shirt just inhaling his scent happy he's finally home again. Carefully using the tips of his three fingers he places them under my chin hoovering his lips over mine. Pulling away slightly i panic. "Oh... you can't Gaz... you'll catch my germs... don't want you ill aswell."
"Sod it... i've missed you... i'm bigger than you i can fight them off better." Not giving it anymore thought he plunges his lips over mine giving me a breath taking kiss. Fixing his hand against the back of my head pushing my lips completely onto his. Neither of us break away my back becomes in contact with the mattress pulling Gary with me by gripping to his shirt. The sound of his shoes drop to the floor as he kicks them from his feet bringing his legs either side of my waist.
The kisses become quick my teeth skim the bottom of his lip whilst my hands begin to claw at his half unbuttoned shirt. "It's...been a while..." Gary presses his forehead against mine with his eyes firmly closed. Once i reach the final button on his shirt i peel it from his skin leaving him shirtless above me.
"Tell me... about it... too long... god i've missed you...as stupid as it sounds... i really have..." A slick finger is pressed against my lips stopping anymore words from leaving them. Gary reaches under my shirt stroking my stomach brushing his cold finger tips around my navel which causes me to grip my lip in between my teeth. Taking the bottom of my t shirt Gary pulls it over my head messing my hair so it becomes a fluffy mess. I don't care.
"You know...i've been shopping a few days ago...for some surprises..." Gary nibbles along my jawline sliding his tongue around my light stubble.
"O....oh? W...What...for?" I breath a throaty moan enjoying the feel of Gary's tongue making contact with my skin. He slides his tongue back into his mouth passing off a wink at me before reaching under the bed searching for something. Sitting up a little i stare at his backside which wiggles whilst he continues looking for his 'surprise' i have to force myself not to just him a tight whack. Quickly i pull my hand out of sight when Gary turns back around hiding something behind his back. "What have you got there?" Sneaking my head over his shoulder trying to have a look what he has tightly gripped in his fist, but before i do he gently pushes me flat to the mattress again.
"Relax..." Gary moves to the very end of the bed removing my pj bottoms along with my boxers. Taking a couple of slow deep breathes i try and look at him only seeing the top of his head at the bottom of the bed. What is he up to? Laying back down i do as says 'relax' unexpectedly i feel something cold and slightly wet push against my entrance.
"UH!" My eyes widen by the feel of it. Looking over at Gary concentration fills his face as he continues to push it deeper into me. "Ooooh..." I release a moan arching my back as he begins to move it in and out of me a little faster still only having it partly inside of me. By surprise there's a slight vibration which also enters me. Now i know exactly what Gary's bought.
"Like that baby?" Gary whispers quietly enough for me to feel the warmth of his breath against my thigh.
Biting my lip harder my hands tug at the duvet underneath me. "Mm....mmm...uh....m...more...p...pl..please..."
More vibrations are added making me moan out from the pleasurable pain. "Oooh....god...yes...yes...that's...it...." Gripping tighter to the duvet my knuckles begin to turn white when Gary starts to hit it in all the right places making me squirm. Whilst he continues pleasuring me his free hand strokes along my semi- hard erection pumping it slowly before wrapping his lips tightly around me. Bobbing his head in a rhythmic pattern my eyes roll into the back of my head causing my back to arch and my legs to wrap around his neck.
My teeth chatter together feeling my orgasm approach only my head and top of my back remains fixed to the mattress whilst the other half of me hovers. Tightening my legs a little more around Gary's neck almost making him choke on me once i hit the back of his throat every now and then. "I...I...i'm....oh....Gary...i'm...." Warning him loud groans leave my parted lips until i feel Gary pull away abruptly also removing his lips from me allowing the sharp cold air to hit my wet skin. Snapping open my eyes i look at him as he begins to remove his trousers i know what's coming now. Panting heavily i lay my naked body back down feeling Gary crawl up me. His hands trail from my groin all the way up to my chin which he starts to plant kisses on and around my face. "God...i... i love you..." Taking his cheeks in my hand we stare into one anothers eyes whilst he positions himself against me. Very slowly he nudges himself deep inside of me making me squeeze his face a little tighter. "I love you too... always will... promise..." Gary seals the promise with a passionate kiss whilst thrusting inside of me. Not having sex, but making love. There's a difference. His thrusts deepen drawing soft cries from me which he mutes with his lips.
We've been making love for the past 20 minutes and after the pleasure he gave me before i can't hold it back any longer. "G...Gaz...i..." His fist still remains around my erection thrusting his hand against it.
"Come babe... come for me..." Sucking against my pulse point his teeth slightly graze my neck pushing me over the edge bringing him with me, as we both climax together. "Oooooh Markooo..."
"Gosh....Oh god Gary... fuck!!!" Shooting my load onto his stomach and palm. Feeling tired i pull him onto me wrapping my arms tight around the back of his neck allowing our sweaty forehead to connect, as we pant for our breath back.
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"What a great surprise Mr Barlow..." I smile brushing my hand through his fluffy damp hair.
"Mmm... i know... can't wait for our holiday... just me...and you... together... alone... away from people so you can do all the screaming you like." Cheekily he grins lifting his head nuzzling beside me in bed. He wraps us both in the duvet as we lay together in one anothers arms naked after our passionate embrace.
"Screaming? I don't scream!" Gently i poke him in the chest smiling sweetly at him.
"You could fool me Mr Owen... when did the boys leave?" He stretches his arms around me pulling me closer enough for me to hear his steady heart beat.
"About...erm... 9 ish."
Gary lifts his head raising his eyebrow as a smudge of confusion shows on his face. "But... that means they were only here half an hour? Did something happen?" He frowns his eyebrows looking at me. Softly i shrug resting my head onto his upper arm. "Mark.. tell me?"
"We just had... a disagreement that's all..."
"What about?"
"I don't want to talk about it Gary.." I sigh rubbing my eyes feeling them get heavier by the second.
Gary shakes his head a little annoyed, but also concerned. "Babe...please? Don't hide it away it's clearly upsetting you... please?"
"We... we were just talking... and they got the wrong idea... i didn't mean for it to come out the way it did.. i'm sorry Gaz..."
"I don't understand? What have you said?"
His eyes sadden whilst looking at me searching for answers. I can't lie to him. "I told them... about when...well you know...you getting angry with me... i know it only happened once...or twice... but..they suggested that... you... you should...erm..."
"Spit it out Mark..." Gary speaks calmly, but coldly.
"Anger management classes..." Swallowing hard i can't even bring myself to look him in the eyes. It's almost like i hear a crack form in his heart.
"O...oh..." His voice shakes.
"Mark? Babe? Are you there?" Loudly a voice speaks knocking me out of my daze . Shaking my head i clear my throat before speaking.
"Hello Gaz."
"You alright? You don't sound yourself?" It's hard to hear him over the music in the background. Wish i was there instead of feeling like an old man in bed.
"Y...Yeah... i'm fine... got a bloody cold... and missing you.." Grabbing a tissue i blow my nose. There's not much point seeing as it becomes blocked again within a second.
"Oh babe.... you sound awful... i wont be long promise..." Even though i can't see his face i can picture him standing in a corner near the toilets with a finger in his ear and a grin plastered on his face.
"I'm fine honest... see you in a bit..."
"See you soon... love you loads."
"Love you too gorgeous." I smile to myself once we hang up. We've only been apart no longer than 2 hours and i miss him terribly. God knows how i'll cope when one of us goes on a solo tour.
"Mark? Are you still awake?" Jason opens the door enough for him to poke his head around to see me still sitting there stroking the phone screen.
"Yeah uh..."
Jason walks in carrying a tray with a bowl and what it looks like half a loaf of bread at the side of it. "Here get this down you...you'll feel better." Howard follows him smiling softly at me as they both sit on the edge of the bed.
"Jeez... do you want me to explode? I would like to actually walk out of bed you know." I take the tray resting it on my lap. It's Gary's home made pea and ham soup he uses it for part of his diet and makes me eat it with him.
"Eat up. You need some meat on those bones of yours otherwise you'll fade away. When was the last time you had a proper meal?" Howard raises an eyebrow whilst crossing his leg. Is he hinting about Gary not caring for me or something? I knew i shouldn't of said anything now i'm just going to be treated like a child.
"He does feed me you know. I'm not a prisoner." Muttering under my breath i dunk a chunk of bread into the soup before chewing on it slowly.
"I never said that Mark... you just.. look like you've lost a bit of weight that's all..."
"I've been under a bit of stress lately that's all both me and Gary have especially over almost losing our first child what do you expect!" For the first time i don't back down i don't take it on the chin like i usually do. I'm sometimes sensitives about my appearance especially my weight. "So i guess the pair of you had a good talk about Gaz then?" I ask looking from Jason to Howard. "Howard?" He doesn't reply he just runs his thumb along each one of his eyebrows. "....Jay?" Neither of them answer me which frustrates me even more. I'm protective over Gary and if they have something to say about him i want to know. "Someone speak then?!"
"....we've been thinking.... maybe he should.... erm... attend... some classes..." Jason bites the tip of his tongue looking concerned at me.
"Classes? Why do he need classes for?" I shake my head with confusion running through my mind.
"F...for... Anger..."
My jaw drops a little hearing Jason's response. Anger. Gary going to anger classes?! He doesn't need them! It's only happened once... or twice and we sorted it.
"We're worried about you Mark that's all." Howard gently places his hand onto my shoulder which i just end up shrugging off.
"Well there's no need. Listen to yourselves you're making out Gary's abusive towards me which he's far from!"
"We didn't mean it like that Mar-"
I raise my hand to their direction stopping them from saying anything else. "Just go. You've said enough. Call yourselves friends? Just...just go."
Howard looks at Jason and releases a sigh before standing to his feet. "If you need anything... just give us a ring... we care about you Mark...always will."
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Footsteps creep along the laminate flooring on the hallway. Almost instant my eyes open from my light sleep. Someones in the house? Nervously my eyes glance over at the bedside clock. 1:30am. Gary's been out almost 5 hours. "G...Gaz?" I call out when the footsteps sound on the stairs. No answer. My heart begins to throb in my chest. Maybe it's not Gary...what if it's the person who's after me... i've got no where to hide. Very slowly the door handle turns. Feeling incredibly scared now i pull the duvet over my head trying to lay as flat as possible controlling my heavy breathing. The floor boards creak and a dark shadow hovers above me. No please. Not now. I need Gary. A hand pushes onto the duvet which my face is pressed against taking a tighter grip to the covers they slowly start to be pulled off me making me even more terrified than before. "Don't please! Please don't hurt me! Please!" Curling up into a ball i feel myself being fully exposed from the covers.
"Hey! Hey ssssh.. it's only me." The whole of my body trembles from fear, until i hear the voice. That familiar voice. Lifting my head weakly looking at the figure who now sits on the bed space beside me coiling an arm around my waist.
"G....G...Gary??! You bastard! You scared me! You....s..scared...the life out of me! Why didn't you answer me?! I...I... i thought... oh gosh..." My body becomes limp as my head crashes onto his chest.
"Oh Mark... i'm so sorry babe... the tv was on... i swear i didn't hear you... i thought you was asleep... it's ok... i'm here now... i'm here..." Gently Gary rocks me against his chest planting kisses in my hair trying to calm me down the best he can. Slightly i relax under his warm touch wrapping my arms around his nuzzling my cheek in the small patch of blond chest hair which pokes through the undone buttons of his shirt.
After 15 minutes i finally pull away from the hug wiping my tears and slight running nose on the back of my hand. Gross i know. "So...how...how was the gig?" I ask wrapping myself back under the duvet feeling the cold breeze from the open bedroom door.
"It was great...always love a gig... expect something didn't feel right..." Nudging over to me he wraps his arm around my shoulder.
"Oh? Why's that?"
He pokes the end of my nose with his index finger placing a kiss onto my forehead. "Because my gorgeous boyfriend wasn't there..."
"You big softie... i love you..." Holding him tighter i kiss trails around his chest and the fabric of his shirt just inhaling his scent happy he's finally home again. Carefully using the tips of his three fingers he places them under my chin hoovering his lips over mine. Pulling away slightly i panic. "Oh... you can't Gaz... you'll catch my germs... don't want you ill aswell."
"Sod it... i've missed you... i'm bigger than you i can fight them off better." Not giving it anymore thought he plunges his lips over mine giving me a breath taking kiss. Fixing his hand against the back of my head pushing my lips completely onto his. Neither of us break away my back becomes in contact with the mattress pulling Gary with me by gripping to his shirt. The sound of his shoes drop to the floor as he kicks them from his feet bringing his legs either side of my waist.
The kisses become quick my teeth skim the bottom of his lip whilst my hands begin to claw at his half unbuttoned shirt. "It's...been a while..." Gary presses his forehead against mine with his eyes firmly closed. Once i reach the final button on his shirt i peel it from his skin leaving him shirtless above me.
"Tell me... about it... too long... god i've missed you...as stupid as it sounds... i really have..." A slick finger is pressed against my lips stopping anymore words from leaving them. Gary reaches under my shirt stroking my stomach brushing his cold finger tips around my navel which causes me to grip my lip in between my teeth. Taking the bottom of my t shirt Gary pulls it over my head messing my hair so it becomes a fluffy mess. I don't care.
"You know...i've been shopping a few days ago...for some surprises..." Gary nibbles along my jawline sliding his tongue around my light stubble.
"O....oh? W...What...for?" I breath a throaty moan enjoying the feel of Gary's tongue making contact with my skin. He slides his tongue back into his mouth passing off a wink at me before reaching under the bed searching for something. Sitting up a little i stare at his backside which wiggles whilst he continues looking for his 'surprise' i have to force myself not to just him a tight whack. Quickly i pull my hand out of sight when Gary turns back around hiding something behind his back. "What have you got there?" Sneaking my head over his shoulder trying to have a look what he has tightly gripped in his fist, but before i do he gently pushes me flat to the mattress again.
"Relax..." Gary moves to the very end of the bed removing my pj bottoms along with my boxers. Taking a couple of slow deep breathes i try and look at him only seeing the top of his head at the bottom of the bed. What is he up to? Laying back down i do as says 'relax' unexpectedly i feel something cold and slightly wet push against my entrance.
"UH!" My eyes widen by the feel of it. Looking over at Gary concentration fills his face as he continues to push it deeper into me. "Ooooh..." I release a moan arching my back as he begins to move it in and out of me a little faster still only having it partly inside of me. By surprise there's a slight vibration which also enters me. Now i know exactly what Gary's bought.
"Like that baby?" Gary whispers quietly enough for me to feel the warmth of his breath against my thigh.
Biting my lip harder my hands tug at the duvet underneath me. "Mm....mmm...uh....m...more...p...pl..please..."
More vibrations are added making me moan out from the pleasurable pain. "Oooh....god...yes...yes...that's...it...." Gripping tighter to the duvet my knuckles begin to turn white when Gary starts to hit it in all the right places making me squirm. Whilst he continues pleasuring me his free hand strokes along my semi- hard erection pumping it slowly before wrapping his lips tightly around me. Bobbing his head in a rhythmic pattern my eyes roll into the back of my head causing my back to arch and my legs to wrap around his neck.
My teeth chatter together feeling my orgasm approach only my head and top of my back remains fixed to the mattress whilst the other half of me hovers. Tightening my legs a little more around Gary's neck almost making him choke on me once i hit the back of his throat every now and then. "I...I...i'm....oh....Gary...i'm...." Warning him loud groans leave my parted lips until i feel Gary pull away abruptly also removing his lips from me allowing the sharp cold air to hit my wet skin. Snapping open my eyes i look at him as he begins to remove his trousers i know what's coming now. Panting heavily i lay my naked body back down feeling Gary crawl up me. His hands trail from my groin all the way up to my chin which he starts to plant kisses on and around my face. "God...i... i love you..." Taking his cheeks in my hand we stare into one anothers eyes whilst he positions himself against me. Very slowly he nudges himself deep inside of me making me squeeze his face a little tighter. "I love you too... always will... promise..." Gary seals the promise with a passionate kiss whilst thrusting inside of me. Not having sex, but making love. There's a difference. His thrusts deepen drawing soft cries from me which he mutes with his lips.
We've been making love for the past 20 minutes and after the pleasure he gave me before i can't hold it back any longer. "G...Gaz...i..." His fist still remains around my erection thrusting his hand against it.
"Come babe... come for me..." Sucking against my pulse point his teeth slightly graze my neck pushing me over the edge bringing him with me, as we both climax together. "Oooooh Markooo..."
"Gosh....Oh god Gary... fuck!!!" Shooting my load onto his stomach and palm. Feeling tired i pull him onto me wrapping my arms tight around the back of his neck allowing our sweaty forehead to connect, as we pant for our breath back.
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"What a great surprise Mr Barlow..." I smile brushing my hand through his fluffy damp hair.
"Mmm... i know... can't wait for our holiday... just me...and you... together... alone... away from people so you can do all the screaming you like." Cheekily he grins lifting his head nuzzling beside me in bed. He wraps us both in the duvet as we lay together in one anothers arms naked after our passionate embrace.
"Screaming? I don't scream!" Gently i poke him in the chest smiling sweetly at him.
"You could fool me Mr Owen... when did the boys leave?" He stretches his arms around me pulling me closer enough for me to hear his steady heart beat.
"About...erm... 9 ish."
Gary lifts his head raising his eyebrow as a smudge of confusion shows on his face. "But... that means they were only here half an hour? Did something happen?" He frowns his eyebrows looking at me. Softly i shrug resting my head onto his upper arm. "Mark.. tell me?"
"We just had... a disagreement that's all..."
"What about?"
"I don't want to talk about it Gary.." I sigh rubbing my eyes feeling them get heavier by the second.
Gary shakes his head a little annoyed, but also concerned. "Babe...please? Don't hide it away it's clearly upsetting you... please?"
"We... we were just talking... and they got the wrong idea... i didn't mean for it to come out the way it did.. i'm sorry Gaz..."
"I don't understand? What have you said?"
His eyes sadden whilst looking at me searching for answers. I can't lie to him. "I told them... about when...well you know...you getting angry with me... i know it only happened once...or twice... but..they suggested that... you... you should...erm..."
"Spit it out Mark..." Gary speaks calmly, but coldly.
"Anger management classes..." Swallowing hard i can't even bring myself to look him in the eyes. It's almost like i hear a crack form in his heart.
"O...oh..." His voice shakes.
Tuesday, 5 November 2013
Chapter 20
Mark's POV
Quietly i moan licking my dry lips. What happened? Peering through my eyelids my vision is dazed looking around the bedroom. "Babe? Oh Mark... you scared me." A figure approaches me embracing me into a hug. Recognising the scent it helps me to relax. It's Gary.
"W...what...happened?" Trying the best i can i try sitting up in bed feeling a slight twinge in my back which makes me wince when moving.
"Easy... easy babe... you had a fall last night... did you take anything whilst you was out...at the party? Anything unusual?" Looking confused at him i frown a little.
"I...I didn't take anything last night... why does my head ache so much? And my back...i... i fell...on the apple juice...right?"
Gary nods a little. "I came off the phone after ringing the police and found you laying in the kitchen i thought the apple juice was blood seeing as i was drunk it was hard to tell... i rang an ambulance and they checked you over whilst you were in bed ...and they found out that drugs knocked you out... someone had put cocaine into your apple juice... good thing you only had a sip..." I study Gary's face he looks tired out he must of been going through hell these past few hours.
"Oh....Gaz...i'm so sorry...i... i swear... i didn't take anything...Cocaine?!"
"I know... i believe you.... i mean... drugs? You're not the type who would do that sort of thing, anyway someone had planted them there on purpose un be known to you, so i don't see how it was down to you..."
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes i ease myself up on my pillow getting a better view of Gary sitting beside me. "Well... how did it happen then?"
"The break in. The person or persons who broke in last night...well who ever managed to get the door open did it knowing you was going to drink it...good thing your body rejected it." He sighs stroking my leg through the covers. Very lightly i move my leg feeling something unusual in the bed. Something huge and wet in the bed. "Babe? What's wrong?" Tightly i close my eyes scrunching up my face a little.
"Please tell me i've had the biggest wet dream and that i haven't pissed the bed...."
Gary pulls back the covers revealing a circular wet patch around the whole of my body as i just sit there squinting through my eyes. "Oh Mark... it's ok... the doctor said this could be a possible side effect from the drugs it's ok honest... i'm not mad at you... go and get some clean pj's on and i'll strip the bed for you." Gently he strokes my back through my shirt. For a moment i just sit there staring at the wet bed feeling my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach and tears build in my eyes. "Mark?" Unable to hold them back any longer i just let them fall. "Mark...come here..." Gary pulls me into a light squeeze as i sob against his chest. "You're shaking? Babe why are you shaking? Are you cold?" A worried tone sounds in his voice as he continues to hold me.
"N...no..no.." I sniff wiping my face on the back of my hand.
"Tell me... what's the matter?"
"I...i...i'm...s..scared..."
Gary pulls back a little during the hug to have a look at my face. "You're scared? What on earth of Mark?" Using a single finger he removes my falling tears.
"All...All this... the notes... the so called secrets about me... the 'break in'... and now the drugs... what's next? Why me? I haven't upset anyone... i wouldn't... i'm not like that and i don't want to lose you, because of whoevers doing all this." Sickness swirls around my stomach and my muscles begin to tighten.
"Hey... you're never going to lose me...none of this is your fault... someone is playing games with us which aren't funny in any sense." Lightly he plants a kiss onto my clammy forehead calming me slightly.
"I...I just don't understand why...and who? I mean-" Unable to keep it in any longer i run quickly to the bathroom where i begin to throw up into the toilet. Within seconds Gary comes running into the bathroom crouching beside me stroking my back and moving my hair from my face. "I...i don't like this..." Resting my head against my arm on the toilet seat once i've finished throwing up.
"Sssh... it's ok... i'm going to stay here with you tonight... you need looking after." Gary continues to stroke my back in small circles.
"Was...was you planning on going out anywhere?"
Gary shrugs still holding a fist full of my hair. "I had that Charity gig didn't i, but my boyfriend comes first no matter what...they'll understand."
"Oh...no Gaz...please don't stay home on my account... please go and do the gig i'll be fine honest... i feel much better after being sick anyway." Feeling incredibly guilty keeping him here i rub my temples soothing my slight headache.
"Mark... it wouldn't be right me leaving you... and not alone anyway... i wouldn't ever forgive myself it something happened."
"M...Maybe invite Howard and Jay to keep me company then if it'll put your mind at rest... but please go to your gig... it's for charity you can't let them down... i couldn't live with myself knowing i'm the reason why you'll cancel." Softly i smile stroking his shoulder whilst i run my hand through my slightly damp hair.
"Only if you're sure?"
"I'm sure."
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Yasmin's POV
A clicking sound disturbs me from my light doze. Flickering my eyelids i stare up the ceiling i'm still in the hospital. My operation is tomorrow on my broken wrist which has been numbed in the mean time reducing the unbearable pain. Very carefully i turn onto my left hand side seeing the person i least like to speak to right now sitting in the chair beside me. "What are you doing here?" Coldly i ask feeling disgusted to even look at him.
Robbie peers up from his phone he sits casual with his right leg crossed over his left surprise shows in his eyes seeing me awake. "H...How are you feeling babe?"
"Don't pretend nothings happened, and don't call me babe." Angrily i snap at him. "Have you come here to give me answers then? Details about this lovely Laura who's so special to you that you've lost your family because of her."
"Let me explain." His voice is muffled against the palms of his hands which rub his tired looking face. "It stopped way before we got married."
"Liar!" I shake my head i don't even feel upset about it anymore the tears and heartbreak has already happened. "She was at the stag do... she threatened Mark and Gary at the club didn't she? Money or a quickie with Mark and she'll keep her mouth shut about their relationship... your own friends Robbie? How could you go with someone as cruel minded as her?!" I don't even know what to do anymore i already know what happened i just need him to admit, so i can put my mind at rest. "The disappearing... the lies... what about your own daughter? You risk spending time with your own flesh and blood to go with some... some cheap tart! A stripper and you say it ended way before the wedding? Bull. She was at the wedding!"
He doesn't speak it's almost like times frozen. "Y...yeah... she was...and that did happen...but when i say it stopped before wedding i mean it. We had a fling which lasted no longer than a month... i was just there for her when no one else was we are...well now were friends and nothing more than that i swear to you Yasmin." His voice becomes more of a begging tone trying to make me believe him. Who's he kidding does he really think i can trust he after all of this? Really?
"You're pathetic you know that? You expect me to believe you and come running to you open armed? No chance. I knew all this time about the affair, but i kept my mout shut for the sake of our family we don't need you, and if you think you're going to see your daughter you've got another thing coming! Now get out!" My breathing increases. Even by looking at him he turns my stomach knowing he was in the arms of another woman after all these months behind my back feeding me nothing but lies.
He shakes his head standing to his feet. "You can't do that. You can't stop me from seeing my own daughter!"
"I'll see you in court."
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Mark's POV
Noise from downstairs sounds from the tv. Howard and Jason have been here no longer than 10 minutes and place has become a party in some way. Pulling the duvet up to my chin i wrap my arms tightly around it almost like i'm hugging someone. I wish Gary was here so i could cuddle up to him it feels like my body has turned into stone somehow. Drugs are pretty nasty things. A niggling pain hits against my temples as i just lay thinking about Gary. It wouldn't be fair me keeping him all to myself he has a life other than being in a relationship with me. "Knock knock." Speaks a voice from the other side of the door. Carefully i slide up my pillows getting into a comfortable position.
"C...come in."
The door ajars enough for me to see the dark chocolate curls and rough stubble of a tall man entering the room. It's Howard. "How are you feeling now mate? Gary explained everything which has happened." He walks over to the empty space beside me causing it to sag when he sits.
"Erm... yeah... i'm ok i guess... just a headache...and...and...a...aaa....ACHOO!" Loudly i sneeze almost knocking myself out of bed. "Got a bloody cold now too." I sniff feeling my nose become blocked.
"Wow... you really are in the wars lately aren't you? Are you sure everything's ok?"
"Honest... just a slight headache, a few aches here and there and now a cold, but other than that i'm ok.." Again i sniff trying to clear my nose enough for me to breathe out of it.
"And you and Gary? Everything ok there?" He asks with a concerned friend like look on his face.
"Y...Yeah.. me and Gary are great... why do you ask?"
Howard shrugs resting his leg underneath him, as he continues to sit on Gary's side of the bed. "Just looking out for you... both of you... just the past few days you haven't seemed yourself when we speak on the phone..."
"Oh...well it's fine honest it's just..."
"It's just...what?" Howard picks up on the slight change in my voice.
"It's nothing really... Gary's just been having a few rough days... with the accident... and the notes... i'm not the best person to live with sometimes... i'm not surprise i annoy him which makes him kinda angry."
He squints his eyes a little at me. "I've lived with the four of you for five years... you all did my head in at times... but you never made me angry... has he done something to you...has he hit you?"
"NO!" Surprised at how high pitched my voice sounds i clear my throat. "N...no...he hasn't...not really..."
"Not really? What do you mean not really, Mark?"
Lightly i shrug my aching body looking down at the fresh duvet covers which Gary changed. "The night of the accident...Rob kept winding him up...and he found out i was the shoulder for Robbie to cry on a few times in the last months... so he got angry when we came home...Gary...er...he pushed me against the wall...and shouted at me a little... then...then he...erh.... punched the wall... a couple of inches from my face..."
Howard blinks a few times shocked by my reply. "Jesus... was this the only time? Are you sure he hasn't hurt you?"
I shake my head in reply to Gary hurting me. "He pushed me last night, but nothing bad he was drunk and angry about the break in, but it was nothing serious... it just scares me... that's all..."
"I'm sorry to hear that mate... you know if you ever want to get away for a few days you're always welcome to stay with me."
Stretching out an arm i pat Howard's shoulder weakly. "It means a lot, but honestly i'm fine... he loves me he'd never hurt me... i know that for sure... we all go through these phases." Another knock sounds on the door. Both mine and Howard's head shoots to the direction seeing Jason poke his head around holding the house phone in his right hand.
"Mark... Gaz is on the phone he wants to see if you're ok... do you want to speak to him?"
A smile forms on my face hearing the mention of Gary's name. I miss him. "Yes."
Jason walks in handing me the phone. "Oh there's some soup for you downstairs. Hopefully it'll warm you up, so don't speak for too long otherwise it'll get cold and i cooked it fresh for you."
I release a small laugh pressing the phone against my ear. "Thanks Jay." Watching out of the corner of my eye i notice Howard nod his head towards the door to Jason. They both stand up walking out of the room together. I know exactly what they're up to. They're going to act like Gary's some sort of monster.
Quietly i moan licking my dry lips. What happened? Peering through my eyelids my vision is dazed looking around the bedroom. "Babe? Oh Mark... you scared me." A figure approaches me embracing me into a hug. Recognising the scent it helps me to relax. It's Gary.
"W...what...happened?" Trying the best i can i try sitting up in bed feeling a slight twinge in my back which makes me wince when moving.
"Easy... easy babe... you had a fall last night... did you take anything whilst you was out...at the party? Anything unusual?" Looking confused at him i frown a little.
"I...I didn't take anything last night... why does my head ache so much? And my back...i... i fell...on the apple juice...right?"
Gary nods a little. "I came off the phone after ringing the police and found you laying in the kitchen i thought the apple juice was blood seeing as i was drunk it was hard to tell... i rang an ambulance and they checked you over whilst you were in bed ...and they found out that drugs knocked you out... someone had put cocaine into your apple juice... good thing you only had a sip..." I study Gary's face he looks tired out he must of been going through hell these past few hours.
"Oh....Gaz...i'm so sorry...i... i swear... i didn't take anything...Cocaine?!"
"I know... i believe you.... i mean... drugs? You're not the type who would do that sort of thing, anyway someone had planted them there on purpose un be known to you, so i don't see how it was down to you..."
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes i ease myself up on my pillow getting a better view of Gary sitting beside me. "Well... how did it happen then?"
"The break in. The person or persons who broke in last night...well who ever managed to get the door open did it knowing you was going to drink it...good thing your body rejected it." He sighs stroking my leg through the covers. Very lightly i move my leg feeling something unusual in the bed. Something huge and wet in the bed. "Babe? What's wrong?" Tightly i close my eyes scrunching up my face a little.
"Please tell me i've had the biggest wet dream and that i haven't pissed the bed...."
Gary pulls back the covers revealing a circular wet patch around the whole of my body as i just sit there squinting through my eyes. "Oh Mark... it's ok... the doctor said this could be a possible side effect from the drugs it's ok honest... i'm not mad at you... go and get some clean pj's on and i'll strip the bed for you." Gently he strokes my back through my shirt. For a moment i just sit there staring at the wet bed feeling my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach and tears build in my eyes. "Mark?" Unable to hold them back any longer i just let them fall. "Mark...come here..." Gary pulls me into a light squeeze as i sob against his chest. "You're shaking? Babe why are you shaking? Are you cold?" A worried tone sounds in his voice as he continues to hold me.
"N...no..no.." I sniff wiping my face on the back of my hand.
"Tell me... what's the matter?"
"I...i...i'm...s..scared..."
Gary pulls back a little during the hug to have a look at my face. "You're scared? What on earth of Mark?" Using a single finger he removes my falling tears.
"All...All this... the notes... the so called secrets about me... the 'break in'... and now the drugs... what's next? Why me? I haven't upset anyone... i wouldn't... i'm not like that and i don't want to lose you, because of whoevers doing all this." Sickness swirls around my stomach and my muscles begin to tighten.
"Hey... you're never going to lose me...none of this is your fault... someone is playing games with us which aren't funny in any sense." Lightly he plants a kiss onto my clammy forehead calming me slightly.
"I...I just don't understand why...and who? I mean-" Unable to keep it in any longer i run quickly to the bathroom where i begin to throw up into the toilet. Within seconds Gary comes running into the bathroom crouching beside me stroking my back and moving my hair from my face. "I...i don't like this..." Resting my head against my arm on the toilet seat once i've finished throwing up.
"Sssh... it's ok... i'm going to stay here with you tonight... you need looking after." Gary continues to stroke my back in small circles.
"Was...was you planning on going out anywhere?"
Gary shrugs still holding a fist full of my hair. "I had that Charity gig didn't i, but my boyfriend comes first no matter what...they'll understand."
"Oh...no Gaz...please don't stay home on my account... please go and do the gig i'll be fine honest... i feel much better after being sick anyway." Feeling incredibly guilty keeping him here i rub my temples soothing my slight headache.
"Mark... it wouldn't be right me leaving you... and not alone anyway... i wouldn't ever forgive myself it something happened."
"M...Maybe invite Howard and Jay to keep me company then if it'll put your mind at rest... but please go to your gig... it's for charity you can't let them down... i couldn't live with myself knowing i'm the reason why you'll cancel." Softly i smile stroking his shoulder whilst i run my hand through my slightly damp hair.
"Only if you're sure?"
"I'm sure."
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Yasmin's POV
A clicking sound disturbs me from my light doze. Flickering my eyelids i stare up the ceiling i'm still in the hospital. My operation is tomorrow on my broken wrist which has been numbed in the mean time reducing the unbearable pain. Very carefully i turn onto my left hand side seeing the person i least like to speak to right now sitting in the chair beside me. "What are you doing here?" Coldly i ask feeling disgusted to even look at him.
Robbie peers up from his phone he sits casual with his right leg crossed over his left surprise shows in his eyes seeing me awake. "H...How are you feeling babe?"
"Don't pretend nothings happened, and don't call me babe." Angrily i snap at him. "Have you come here to give me answers then? Details about this lovely Laura who's so special to you that you've lost your family because of her."
"Let me explain." His voice is muffled against the palms of his hands which rub his tired looking face. "It stopped way before we got married."
"Liar!" I shake my head i don't even feel upset about it anymore the tears and heartbreak has already happened. "She was at the stag do... she threatened Mark and Gary at the club didn't she? Money or a quickie with Mark and she'll keep her mouth shut about their relationship... your own friends Robbie? How could you go with someone as cruel minded as her?!" I don't even know what to do anymore i already know what happened i just need him to admit, so i can put my mind at rest. "The disappearing... the lies... what about your own daughter? You risk spending time with your own flesh and blood to go with some... some cheap tart! A stripper and you say it ended way before the wedding? Bull. She was at the wedding!"
He doesn't speak it's almost like times frozen. "Y...yeah... she was...and that did happen...but when i say it stopped before wedding i mean it. We had a fling which lasted no longer than a month... i was just there for her when no one else was we are...well now were friends and nothing more than that i swear to you Yasmin." His voice becomes more of a begging tone trying to make me believe him. Who's he kidding does he really think i can trust he after all of this? Really?
"You're pathetic you know that? You expect me to believe you and come running to you open armed? No chance. I knew all this time about the affair, but i kept my mout shut for the sake of our family we don't need you, and if you think you're going to see your daughter you've got another thing coming! Now get out!" My breathing increases. Even by looking at him he turns my stomach knowing he was in the arms of another woman after all these months behind my back feeding me nothing but lies.
He shakes his head standing to his feet. "You can't do that. You can't stop me from seeing my own daughter!"
"I'll see you in court."
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Mark's POV
Noise from downstairs sounds from the tv. Howard and Jason have been here no longer than 10 minutes and place has become a party in some way. Pulling the duvet up to my chin i wrap my arms tightly around it almost like i'm hugging someone. I wish Gary was here so i could cuddle up to him it feels like my body has turned into stone somehow. Drugs are pretty nasty things. A niggling pain hits against my temples as i just lay thinking about Gary. It wouldn't be fair me keeping him all to myself he has a life other than being in a relationship with me. "Knock knock." Speaks a voice from the other side of the door. Carefully i slide up my pillows getting into a comfortable position.
"C...come in."
The door ajars enough for me to see the dark chocolate curls and rough stubble of a tall man entering the room. It's Howard. "How are you feeling now mate? Gary explained everything which has happened." He walks over to the empty space beside me causing it to sag when he sits.
"Erm... yeah... i'm ok i guess... just a headache...and...and...a...aaa....ACHOO!" Loudly i sneeze almost knocking myself out of bed. "Got a bloody cold now too." I sniff feeling my nose become blocked.
"Wow... you really are in the wars lately aren't you? Are you sure everything's ok?"
"Honest... just a slight headache, a few aches here and there and now a cold, but other than that i'm ok.." Again i sniff trying to clear my nose enough for me to breathe out of it.
"And you and Gary? Everything ok there?" He asks with a concerned friend like look on his face.
"Y...Yeah.. me and Gary are great... why do you ask?"
Howard shrugs resting his leg underneath him, as he continues to sit on Gary's side of the bed. "Just looking out for you... both of you... just the past few days you haven't seemed yourself when we speak on the phone..."
"Oh...well it's fine honest it's just..."
"It's just...what?" Howard picks up on the slight change in my voice.
"It's nothing really... Gary's just been having a few rough days... with the accident... and the notes... i'm not the best person to live with sometimes... i'm not surprise i annoy him which makes him kinda angry."
He squints his eyes a little at me. "I've lived with the four of you for five years... you all did my head in at times... but you never made me angry... has he done something to you...has he hit you?"
"NO!" Surprised at how high pitched my voice sounds i clear my throat. "N...no...he hasn't...not really..."
"Not really? What do you mean not really, Mark?"
Lightly i shrug my aching body looking down at the fresh duvet covers which Gary changed. "The night of the accident...Rob kept winding him up...and he found out i was the shoulder for Robbie to cry on a few times in the last months... so he got angry when we came home...Gary...er...he pushed me against the wall...and shouted at me a little... then...then he...erh.... punched the wall... a couple of inches from my face..."
Howard blinks a few times shocked by my reply. "Jesus... was this the only time? Are you sure he hasn't hurt you?"
I shake my head in reply to Gary hurting me. "He pushed me last night, but nothing bad he was drunk and angry about the break in, but it was nothing serious... it just scares me... that's all..."
"I'm sorry to hear that mate... you know if you ever want to get away for a few days you're always welcome to stay with me."
Stretching out an arm i pat Howard's shoulder weakly. "It means a lot, but honestly i'm fine... he loves me he'd never hurt me... i know that for sure... we all go through these phases." Another knock sounds on the door. Both mine and Howard's head shoots to the direction seeing Jason poke his head around holding the house phone in his right hand.
"Mark... Gaz is on the phone he wants to see if you're ok... do you want to speak to him?"
A smile forms on my face hearing the mention of Gary's name. I miss him. "Yes."
Jason walks in handing me the phone. "Oh there's some soup for you downstairs. Hopefully it'll warm you up, so don't speak for too long otherwise it'll get cold and i cooked it fresh for you."
I release a small laugh pressing the phone against my ear. "Thanks Jay." Watching out of the corner of my eye i notice Howard nod his head towards the door to Jason. They both stand up walking out of the room together. I know exactly what they're up to. They're going to act like Gary's some sort of monster.
Sunday, 3 November 2013
Chapter 19
Gary's POV
"What the...?" Mark frowns his eyebrows looking at the photograph. "How did someone get hold of that? There's only two of them...right?" Taking a deep breath i push open the front door walking straight to the kitchen. It's happening again. The front door closes and Mark peers his head around the door. "I'm just going to settle Ellie then we'll talk, ok?" Stroking my forehead i nod in agreement to Mark's question. How on earth did they get it? I walk to the living room gripping to the door frame i notice that the exact same full photograph of me and Mark still remains in the heart shaped frame above the fireplace. I don't understand? If ours is still here and there's only one other copy that means... no... he wouldn't? Robbie. Is he the one who's been doing all this? I know he hates me, but trying to split me and Mark up? That's just pure evil. The anger sinks back into my body the same as last night. He's so dead. Storming down the hallway i open the front door slamming it behind me. "Bastard." I mutter under my breath throwing myself into the drivers seat again fastening my seat belt. A loud bang sounds on the bumper my eyes lift by the sound noticing a figure in front of the car.
"Where are you going?!" Mark continues to stand in front of the car preventing me from starting my journey.
"He's dead man this time." Putting the keys in the car i start up the engine. Mark hits his hands onto the bumper again.
"Who?!"
"Robbie! Now get out the way Mark i mean it." With a blink of an eye Mark disappears and the car stops. "Eh?" I look at the now empty key hole. Mark must of quickly removed the keys from the car before i noticed he was gone. "Mark give me the keys now!" I look at him standing at the side of the car holding the keys in his hand.
"No. You're going to get out of this car right now before i drag you out and believe me Gary i will do it." Rising my eyebrows i look at Mark he's never spoken to me like this before, but it is incredibly sexy i must admit.
"Fine..." Doing as he says i get out of the car making my way back inside.
"Thank you..." Mark follows me inside locking the front door again. My mind is completely messed up over these notes we keep getting and this anger i've been feeling lately on my part sort of scares me. I'd hate for it to get any worse which it only will is if something really bad happens which will trigger it. We stand in front of the bed getting changed for bed with the thoughts going over and over in my mind. Is it actually Robbie? Would he sink that low? All of a sudden it didn't matter anymore as i hear Mark's message tone go off.
"Who's that? Is it him?" Instantly i ask before Mark even gets chance to get it from his pocket.
"Easy Gaz..." He frowns a little at me whilst scrolling through his phone. "It's my brother."
"Oh...sorry...is he ok?"
"Yeah...he's invited us to a party tomorrow night... i guess it's not a good idea." Mark climbs into bed shivering a little.
"W...Why not? He's your brother? We all will be family one day."
"Yeah i know that it's just..."
"Just what?" Crawling into bed beside Mark i wrap my arms around his shaking body warming him up a little.
He releases a sigh nuzzling his cheek against my covered chest. "Are you up to it? I mean... these past few days have been rough for you... i don't want you being dragged all over."
"Mark... seriously... i'm fine it's just these things get to me.... i'll drop Ellie off with Rob tomorrow whilst you get dressed."
Instantly Mark lifts his head. "No! I mean... no... i'll drop her off... please?" He doesn't trust me going round Robbie's alone and i don't blame him the way i'm feeling Eleanor will be fatherless.
"Ok...ok..."
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We arrive at the venue Mark's brother is holding the party at. It's to celebrate his 5 year wedding anniversary with his wife. "Don't be shy Gaz it's only my family you can hold my hand you know?" Mark smiles up at me smartly dressed wearing a pink floral shirt which is partly undone and a small hat perched on his head.
"But i haven't seen your family in a while i want to give them a good impression of me seeing as i'm dating their son."
Mark shakes his head gripping tightly to my hand. "You can be so fussy sometimes... good thing i love you." Gently he kisses my lips as we enter the building hand in hand. As soon as we walk through the door Mark's Mum comes running over to us giving the both of us a tight hug and quick peck on the cheek. "Hiya Mum."
"Wow... look at the pair of you... such a stunning couple." Mark's family are such lovely people even when Mark confronted them about his sexuality they were happy that he was...exactly like my parents which automatically makes me feel welcome.
The party's been going on for around 2 hours now everytime i take a sip of my champagne Mark tops it back up. Almost like he wants me to get off my head tonight... i wonder why... "Are you sure you're ok with me drinking babe?" I ask whilst draining the last out of my glass we sit at a table with Mark's parents and a couple of his friends.
"Gaz... honest it's fine... just because i can't drink doesn't mean you're not allowed." He brushes his fingers against my thigh making me go weak under his touch. Like a purring cat i nuzzle my face against Mark's neck he's wearing my favourite aftershave again. "Mmmm... had a little bit too much to drink?" He grins wrapping his arm around my shoulder resting the side of his head against mine.
"Not really... just past tipsy." My thumb strokes his cheek whilst we look into one another's eyes as i go to kiss Mark his head lifts by the sound of the music playing.
"Ooooh i love this one!" He turns his head over his shoulder watching a few couples slow dance to You're beautiful by James blunt. Smiling to myself i admire the way he softly hums to himself stroking my back in time with the music.
Still feeling slightly tipsy i stand to my feet holding my hand out into Mark's direction. "Gaz where are you-"
"Care to dance sir...?" Cutting into Mark's sentence i smile sweetly at him. Without hesitation a huge grin forms on his face.Taking my hand we head to the centre of the dance floor. Our hands lock together my free one rests around his waist whilst his rests on my shoulder, as we begin to slow dance to the music. Quietly i sing pulling him closer to me allowing his head to rest against my chest. "You're beautiful it's true... i saw your face in a crowded place.. and i don't know what to do, 'cause i'll 'ALWAYS' be with you..." Mark lifts his face up a little from my chest looking at me trying to hold tears back. "But it's time to face the truth... i'll 'always' be with you... i love you...Markie." Wiping away the loose tears which roll down his cheeks i plant my lips onto his for a few seconds before resting my forehead against his. It almost feels like it's our wedding day. Just the two of us dancing in the middle of a dance floor with a spot light shining down on us. The man resting in my arms is the man i want to spend the rest of my life with.
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Mark's POV
Twelve champagne glasses later and it's safe to say Gary is pretty much wasted. "Come on drunkie." I wrap my arm tightly around his waist helping him out of the taxi.
"You...you're...so fucking...sexy tonight." Gary hiccups loudly as we stagger over to over house squeezing me tightly.
"Oh... so i don't any other night?" I laugh teasing him a little reaching for the key in his trouser pocket.
"Fuck... what are you doing... i like that..." He grins at me in a drunken way, as i continue searching through his pockets for the key. "Try putting your hands down the front of my trousers."
"Gaz... the neighbours will hear us... wait until we're inside." I press my finger against his lips to prevent him from saying anything else. Cheekily he bites the end of my finger teasingly bringing his lips around the tip causing me to release a throaty groan. "Gazzz... stop it." We carry on walking up the drive to the front door until i freeze noticing something. The front door of our house is wide open.
"Mark? Come on..." Gary tugs me it feels like my feet are glued to the floor. I locked the door before we left. That means someones in there. What if they're still in there what if they have something on them? I can't run with Gary in this state.
"G...Gary... someone... someones in our house." Quietly i whisper staring at the door which doesn't look like it's been broken into, but strangely someone's managed to open it. There's only two keys mine and Gary's.
"Who are they and why are they playing around with us for?! I'm gonna kill them." Gary angrily stumbles up the path and inside the front door.
"GARY!" I run after him grabbing his arm to stop him from going any further.
"Get off!" Slightly he pushes me against the wall, as he continues to march towards the kitchen. Nothing. Everything's still in tact. Surpringly. "Come out then you bastards!" Gary shouts in a slurred way walking around each and every room.
"N...no ones here? What's happening Gary...?" Rubbing my face against my hands i don't like this. First the notes and now this... what's coming next?
"I don't know, but i'm soon going to sort it. I tell you. I know he's your friend an all, but he needs to be taught a lesson."
"Gary... stop blaming Rob until you know the truth. He's just lost his family he wouldn't do this... i know he wouldn't... should we ring the police?" Trying to calm my nerves i sit down at the kitchen table trying to piece things together.
Gary pulls his mobile from his coat pocket typing a few digits in. "I'll sort it once and for all. I'm not having my boyfriend scared to be in his own home."
"But you're drunk... they'll think it's a joke."
"Mark i don't give a fuck! They're not getting away with this much longer i want answers!" Gary yells at me before walking into the living room to start the call. Wow. He's been getting really angry lately. Well i guess i'm an annoying prat to live with sometimes i don't blame him. Whilst Gary's still on the phone i decide to get a drink of apple juice out of the fridge. Sipping from the carton strangely it tastes different. Bitter and powdery almost like i'm drinking paracetamol's. All of a sudden my eyes begin to roll uncontrollable like i'm on a fairground the room spins rapidly. Searching for the worktop i try to steady myself dropping the carton on the floor. What's happening to me?! "G....G...Gary..." Loudly i call trying to walk to the living room. The next minute i know is something slippery under my shoes causes me to fall flat onto my back. Everything gets dark too quickly...have i fallen asleep?
"What the...?" Mark frowns his eyebrows looking at the photograph. "How did someone get hold of that? There's only two of them...right?" Taking a deep breath i push open the front door walking straight to the kitchen. It's happening again. The front door closes and Mark peers his head around the door. "I'm just going to settle Ellie then we'll talk, ok?" Stroking my forehead i nod in agreement to Mark's question. How on earth did they get it? I walk to the living room gripping to the door frame i notice that the exact same full photograph of me and Mark still remains in the heart shaped frame above the fireplace. I don't understand? If ours is still here and there's only one other copy that means... no... he wouldn't? Robbie. Is he the one who's been doing all this? I know he hates me, but trying to split me and Mark up? That's just pure evil. The anger sinks back into my body the same as last night. He's so dead. Storming down the hallway i open the front door slamming it behind me. "Bastard." I mutter under my breath throwing myself into the drivers seat again fastening my seat belt. A loud bang sounds on the bumper my eyes lift by the sound noticing a figure in front of the car.
"Where are you going?!" Mark continues to stand in front of the car preventing me from starting my journey.
"He's dead man this time." Putting the keys in the car i start up the engine. Mark hits his hands onto the bumper again.
"Who?!"
"Robbie! Now get out the way Mark i mean it." With a blink of an eye Mark disappears and the car stops. "Eh?" I look at the now empty key hole. Mark must of quickly removed the keys from the car before i noticed he was gone. "Mark give me the keys now!" I look at him standing at the side of the car holding the keys in his hand.
"No. You're going to get out of this car right now before i drag you out and believe me Gary i will do it." Rising my eyebrows i look at Mark he's never spoken to me like this before, but it is incredibly sexy i must admit.
"Fine..." Doing as he says i get out of the car making my way back inside.
"Thank you..." Mark follows me inside locking the front door again. My mind is completely messed up over these notes we keep getting and this anger i've been feeling lately on my part sort of scares me. I'd hate for it to get any worse which it only will is if something really bad happens which will trigger it. We stand in front of the bed getting changed for bed with the thoughts going over and over in my mind. Is it actually Robbie? Would he sink that low? All of a sudden it didn't matter anymore as i hear Mark's message tone go off.
"Who's that? Is it him?" Instantly i ask before Mark even gets chance to get it from his pocket.
"Easy Gaz..." He frowns a little at me whilst scrolling through his phone. "It's my brother."
"Oh...sorry...is he ok?"
"Yeah...he's invited us to a party tomorrow night... i guess it's not a good idea." Mark climbs into bed shivering a little.
"W...Why not? He's your brother? We all will be family one day."
"Yeah i know that it's just..."
"Just what?" Crawling into bed beside Mark i wrap my arms around his shaking body warming him up a little.
He releases a sigh nuzzling his cheek against my covered chest. "Are you up to it? I mean... these past few days have been rough for you... i don't want you being dragged all over."
"Mark... seriously... i'm fine it's just these things get to me.... i'll drop Ellie off with Rob tomorrow whilst you get dressed."
Instantly Mark lifts his head. "No! I mean... no... i'll drop her off... please?" He doesn't trust me going round Robbie's alone and i don't blame him the way i'm feeling Eleanor will be fatherless.
"Ok...ok..."
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We arrive at the venue Mark's brother is holding the party at. It's to celebrate his 5 year wedding anniversary with his wife. "Don't be shy Gaz it's only my family you can hold my hand you know?" Mark smiles up at me smartly dressed wearing a pink floral shirt which is partly undone and a small hat perched on his head.
"But i haven't seen your family in a while i want to give them a good impression of me seeing as i'm dating their son."
Mark shakes his head gripping tightly to my hand. "You can be so fussy sometimes... good thing i love you." Gently he kisses my lips as we enter the building hand in hand. As soon as we walk through the door Mark's Mum comes running over to us giving the both of us a tight hug and quick peck on the cheek. "Hiya Mum."
"Wow... look at the pair of you... such a stunning couple." Mark's family are such lovely people even when Mark confronted them about his sexuality they were happy that he was...exactly like my parents which automatically makes me feel welcome.
The party's been going on for around 2 hours now everytime i take a sip of my champagne Mark tops it back up. Almost like he wants me to get off my head tonight... i wonder why... "Are you sure you're ok with me drinking babe?" I ask whilst draining the last out of my glass we sit at a table with Mark's parents and a couple of his friends.
"Gaz... honest it's fine... just because i can't drink doesn't mean you're not allowed." He brushes his fingers against my thigh making me go weak under his touch. Like a purring cat i nuzzle my face against Mark's neck he's wearing my favourite aftershave again. "Mmmm... had a little bit too much to drink?" He grins wrapping his arm around my shoulder resting the side of his head against mine.
"Not really... just past tipsy." My thumb strokes his cheek whilst we look into one another's eyes as i go to kiss Mark his head lifts by the sound of the music playing.
"Ooooh i love this one!" He turns his head over his shoulder watching a few couples slow dance to You're beautiful by James blunt. Smiling to myself i admire the way he softly hums to himself stroking my back in time with the music.
Still feeling slightly tipsy i stand to my feet holding my hand out into Mark's direction. "Gaz where are you-"
"Care to dance sir...?" Cutting into Mark's sentence i smile sweetly at him. Without hesitation a huge grin forms on his face.Taking my hand we head to the centre of the dance floor. Our hands lock together my free one rests around his waist whilst his rests on my shoulder, as we begin to slow dance to the music. Quietly i sing pulling him closer to me allowing his head to rest against my chest. "You're beautiful it's true... i saw your face in a crowded place.. and i don't know what to do, 'cause i'll 'ALWAYS' be with you..." Mark lifts his face up a little from my chest looking at me trying to hold tears back. "But it's time to face the truth... i'll 'always' be with you... i love you...Markie." Wiping away the loose tears which roll down his cheeks i plant my lips onto his for a few seconds before resting my forehead against his. It almost feels like it's our wedding day. Just the two of us dancing in the middle of a dance floor with a spot light shining down on us. The man resting in my arms is the man i want to spend the rest of my life with.
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Mark's POV
Twelve champagne glasses later and it's safe to say Gary is pretty much wasted. "Come on drunkie." I wrap my arm tightly around his waist helping him out of the taxi.
"You...you're...so fucking...sexy tonight." Gary hiccups loudly as we stagger over to over house squeezing me tightly.
"Oh... so i don't any other night?" I laugh teasing him a little reaching for the key in his trouser pocket.
"Fuck... what are you doing... i like that..." He grins at me in a drunken way, as i continue searching through his pockets for the key. "Try putting your hands down the front of my trousers."
"Gaz... the neighbours will hear us... wait until we're inside." I press my finger against his lips to prevent him from saying anything else. Cheekily he bites the end of my finger teasingly bringing his lips around the tip causing me to release a throaty groan. "Gazzz... stop it." We carry on walking up the drive to the front door until i freeze noticing something. The front door of our house is wide open.
"Mark? Come on..." Gary tugs me it feels like my feet are glued to the floor. I locked the door before we left. That means someones in there. What if they're still in there what if they have something on them? I can't run with Gary in this state.
"G...Gary... someone... someones in our house." Quietly i whisper staring at the door which doesn't look like it's been broken into, but strangely someone's managed to open it. There's only two keys mine and Gary's.
"Who are they and why are they playing around with us for?! I'm gonna kill them." Gary angrily stumbles up the path and inside the front door.
"GARY!" I run after him grabbing his arm to stop him from going any further.
"Get off!" Slightly he pushes me against the wall, as he continues to march towards the kitchen. Nothing. Everything's still in tact. Surpringly. "Come out then you bastards!" Gary shouts in a slurred way walking around each and every room.
"N...no ones here? What's happening Gary...?" Rubbing my face against my hands i don't like this. First the notes and now this... what's coming next?
"I don't know, but i'm soon going to sort it. I tell you. I know he's your friend an all, but he needs to be taught a lesson."
"Gary... stop blaming Rob until you know the truth. He's just lost his family he wouldn't do this... i know he wouldn't... should we ring the police?" Trying to calm my nerves i sit down at the kitchen table trying to piece things together.
Gary pulls his mobile from his coat pocket typing a few digits in. "I'll sort it once and for all. I'm not having my boyfriend scared to be in his own home."
"But you're drunk... they'll think it's a joke."
"Mark i don't give a fuck! They're not getting away with this much longer i want answers!" Gary yells at me before walking into the living room to start the call. Wow. He's been getting really angry lately. Well i guess i'm an annoying prat to live with sometimes i don't blame him. Whilst Gary's still on the phone i decide to get a drink of apple juice out of the fridge. Sipping from the carton strangely it tastes different. Bitter and powdery almost like i'm drinking paracetamol's. All of a sudden my eyes begin to roll uncontrollable like i'm on a fairground the room spins rapidly. Searching for the worktop i try to steady myself dropping the carton on the floor. What's happening to me?! "G....G...Gary..." Loudly i call trying to walk to the living room. The next minute i know is something slippery under my shoes causes me to fall flat onto my back. Everything gets dark too quickly...have i fallen asleep?
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