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?