Butterfly (A Mark Owen fan-fiction)

Chapter 3

*A/N: Thanks for reading this guys :D This chapter is skipping to Friday (Their moving day) and it might be short because I want to get onto the concert. I has an idea for it :D Hope you enjoy it and feel free to follow me on Twitter: @JessicaWatsonTT *

I look out the window to see Gary just locking the door of the house I have grown up in for so long. I sigh and just put my headphones on, playing Take That and closing my eyes again. I feel my right earplug being removed and then hear someone whispering, "We're here." Down my ear. I open my eyes and look to see Mark smiling his cute smile. Wait. What? "Alright," I sigh as I undo my seatbelt and climb out the car, shoving my phone and headphones into my bag. I walk round to the boot and open it, grabbing my suitcase handle. "Let me," I hear Mark say and so as I remove my hand his touches mine and sends a shot of electricity up my arm. What is happening today? "Th..thanks," I reply, backing away as he lifts my case out, putting it on the floor. "It's alright," I smile at him and pull the handle up, rolling my case to the door. "It's open!" I hear Gary shout to me. I nod and walk in, looking round as I do. This place is huge! There is a large open area with stairs planted in the middle and then 3 doorways around the outside. "Like it?" I scream and turn round quickly to see Robbie looking down at me, obviously holding back a laugh. "You scared me!" I shout and then hug him. "Aw, I'm sorry." He replies. I pull away and give him an evil glare. "Do you know which one is my room?" I ask, looking round again. "Last door on the right up the stairs." He tells me. "Thanks," I mutter and pull my case up and into the room. My room is huge with a window wall looking over the garden and a forest and I have a double bed with an en suite. I roll my case to by my bed and leave it there, walking into the en suite. I have my own bath but there is a door opposite mine. I raise an eyebrow and walk towards my door, opening it just in time to see Mark walk into the one next to me. Oh no. Running back in, I open the second door of the en suite and see Mark stood by his bed, unpacking. His soft brown hair dangling infront of his eyes. Stop this Jess. You are with Tom. I close the door and walk back into my room, landing on the bed. I hear a knock at the door and then hear Gary asking, "Can I come in? I have your boxes."-"Yeah, come in." I reply and hear the door click open and then shut again. I look up and see Gary carrying three boxes and the veins in his arms showing. "Gary! You should of asked for help!" I shout and jump up, running over and helping him. "I'm fine Jess. Don't worry about me." He tells me, putting the boxes on my bed. "Mhm." I moan. "Are you okay?" He asks. I nod and put on a weak smile. "Just tired." He nods and kisses my forehead. "Get some sleep." He mutters against my head and walks out. I sigh and move the boxes just before hearing a door open. I look at my bedroom door and it is closed so I look to the bathroom door and see a dripping wet Mark head looking at me. My heart skips a beat as I smile at him. "Hi." I mutter, not looking from him. "Sorry, I was just wondering what this door led to. Obviously your room." He replies, a smile playing on his lips. "Neverr." I reply sarcastically. He chuckles and looks me in the eye. My heart is beating against my chest as he smiles. "I will leave you to get some sleep." He finishes, smiling. I nod and smile back. "See you in the morning." I all back onto the bed once he closes the door. I have come to the conclusion.

I'm in love with Mark Owen.