𝗘𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 [ 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 ] ❜

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑀𝑒

𝐼𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ - 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑐𝑖𝑟𝑐𝑢𝑚𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠

Inspired by: You Know Me ~ Robbie Williams

Hey everyone! I apologise profusely for my disappearance, the last few weeks have just been so so busy. Hopefully this makes up for it! ♡︎

♡'･ᴗ･'♡♡'･ᴗ･'♡♡'･ᴗ･'♡♡'･ᴗ･'♡

Since you went away, my heart breaks everyday

You don't know 'cause you're not there

You simply found the words to make

All modern feelings fade away

Only you know me

A bathroom, somewhere, 2013

Two red lines could only mean one thing. I was pregnant.

I stared at the little white stick in my hand, my head of whirlwind of anxious thoughts.

Before now, I truly did believe I had my life on track again. I had a full time job, an apartment owned by the nicest tenant I'd ever known, and finally gotten over my ex.

Although clearly I had been very very wrong about the last one, for how could I say I didn't harbour any feelings the father of the baby now growing inside of me?

The cool ceramic of my toilet bowl dug uncomfortably into my back, and I shifted side wards to relieve the pain, my eyes not leaving the test. I immediately regretted that, the remnants of lunch that my best friend, Mark, had cooked for me churning in defiance.

What could have easily been hours later, there was a timid knock on the bathroom door, followed by a familiar worried voice.

"Y/N sweetheart, are you alright? You've been in here for a while now." I fumbled with a response, the want to lurch forwards and spill the contents of my stomach becoming unbearably prevalent.

"I'm f-fine Markie, j-just feeling a bit s-sick." My best friend cursed under his breath.

"Shit, I knew those falafels would disagree with you, mind you, not that quickly. Are you sure you're ok?" At this point, my chest was beginning to burn, falafel tainted bile rising to my throat.

"I-I swear, I-" The retaliation died on my tongue as I was finally forced into the bowl, spewing and heaving. Mark quickly caught on and came bursting in, settling himself behind me and lifting the hair from my face. With one hand he continued to hold the Y/H/C locks out the way, while the other rubbed soothing circles on my lower back. His touch was warm and gentle, familiar and comforting. Oh so very Mark Owen.

When the heaving dried up, I lifted my head upwards, and fell exhaustedly into the awaiting arms of my best friend. He pulled me into his lap, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of my head. For some our position might look compromising, awkward for a pair of friends, but Mark was basically part of me, my dearest friend from the very day we were born. We were used to giving each other copious amounts of affection.