𝗘𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 [ 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 ] ❜

𝑁𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢

𝐼𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ - 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑢𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑟, 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠,  𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑘 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒.

Inspired by: Nothing Feels Like You ~ Little Mix

Hello lovelies! This is the first time I have ever written for Take That so be kind haha, hope you enjoy ♡︎

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If I had everything

It wouldn't mean a thing

Cos nothing feels like

Nothing feels like you

A dressing room, backstage, 2006

Arguably, Mark did have everything. After 11 long years, he was finally back with his brothers in Take That, and they were going on tour again. Time hadn't seemed to change a thing between them, really. They laughed and smiled together, perhaps, Mark had thought, more than last time. There was no mould to fill, no expectations, no strings attached. Take That were free to do whatever they pleased, and actually have a good time doing it.

It wasn't like there weren't good times in the 90's, after all, Mark doubted he'd still be calling Take That his brothers if he'd had such a horrendous time. Like everything in life, it had been a rollercoaster. But still, Mark knew this time would be different, and while the other three seemed convinced that change would make it better, Mark couldn't let it go: let go that there was something missing, something that would make this whole experience complete in his mind. Someone. Robbie.

Oh Robbie, poor, poor, broken Robbie. He was young when it had started, too young. He had been volatile and uncontrollable, even in the very early days, when they thought nothing in the world could reach them. They all thought they were invincible, but Robbie was really the only one who ever tested it, who pushed the boundaries, and then discovered the truth: If your name wasn't Gary Barlow, you were just a worker. If your name was Mark Owen, or Robbie Williams, you were just a back up, a catalyst for Gary's own career. You weren't dancers, like Howard and Jay, and your singing was made to be average at best.

Mark felt that was what connected him with the Stoke born lad. They were the extras, the pretty faces. They found comfort through each other, through late night talks in their often shared hotel rooms, through a shared understanding and empathy that the others would dare not comprehend. Through their bodies too, Mark reflected, a smirk playing on the corners of his mouth.

When Robbie left the band - no, when Robbie was shunned from the band, Mark hadn't thought much of it. It made his insides physically twist when he remembered that day, how blasé and selfish he had been. Out of all of them, Robbie had trusted him the most, given his all to him for 5 years, and what did Mark do that day? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Thinking back, Mark knows why he kept his mouth shut. It was purely self preservation, not wanting to lose his own place in the band. He chose his career over his love, over what was right. Ironically, Take That were no more a year later. To Mark, that had felt like karma, revenge for letting the man he loved go.