Bailamos? | Mark Owen [Take That]

Chapter 54

Liz's POV:

Exactly four months before that day, Angie had left for the States.

Exactly four months ago, Mark had been involved in an accident. An accident which had erased Angie from his short memory. But I was certain that whatever had caused his amnesia hadn't made him forget what his heart and soul had ever felt for Angie. It was all inside of him, all those feelings were still there, but they were asleep.

And it was me the person who had to awake his love for her.

"Did she reply to your emails?" Greta asked me as soon as I opened the front door. I shook my head. "Damn that woman, I swear I spent two hours in the club trying to---"

"Gre, I think we have to give up..." I sighed as we sat on the couch. "I mean, we've tried everything - we wrote to her, we called her mother, we phoned her billions of times... you even went to the States to find her! She just doesn't want to see us and... she's so stubborn. She just won't..." I sighed.

"But she has to!"

"Hon, I don't think we can do anything else... Angie must have read the letters and she knows something happened to Mark and that we wanna talk to her about it---"

"No, no, no! She couldn't have read them and stayed in the States! I refuse to believe that!" she frowned and I gave her a sad look. Greta sighed and shook her head. "I know..."

"We tried our best," I said, also reluctanct to admit Angie and Mark would ever meet again. "Now it's all up to her..."

Gre turned to me frowning. "So... How are you and Gary doing?" she said in an attempt to change subjects.

"We're alright..." I beamed a little smile at her "We've had some ups and downs these two weeks you were away but now we're okay."

"Why? What happened?"

"Nothing... we fought mainly because I want Mark to remember Angie..."

"What did you do now?"

"On Friday Mark went to Gary's and I started playing salsa on his stereo and I did that choreography Angie taught us, remember? The one with the fruits on our head?"

And jist like that, we were back on the same topic.

"Oh my god...! I can't believe you did that one!" Gre laughed loudly. "That night was the stupidest night of my life!"

"Yeh--- You dork, dumping Jack Reynolds cuz he said Nick Carter was gay!"

"I know..." she shook her head, not believing her silly teenage mistake. "But my revenge was sweet!"

"Sure, it was pretty sweet..." I blurted out ironically. "Making out with his best friend was definitely the wisest decision..."

She gave me a dreadful look and changed topics abruptly, letting me know I still didn't approve of what she had done.

"Anyways, did Mark say anything? Did he remember or what?"

"No, he just laughed and joined me dancing with a pineapple on his head..." I said as seriosuly as I could, but truth is that it had been one hilarious situation. "And Gaz got mad at us and turned the stereo off..."

"Oh, but that's cuz he can't dance..."

"Oi!"

"What? It's true!"

"I know it is, but you have no right to say it..." I winced.

"Oh, yes I can..."

"Fuck off Gre..." I laughed.

"Love ya too..." she laughed and stood up. "Right, I'm off to see my guy... he threatened me. He said that if I didn't show up at his place as soon as I arrived to London, we wouldn't get---"

"Ooooh... stop right there..."

"Why?" she frowned "He said we wouldn't get married..."

"Oh... thank god he said that..." I laughed in relief. "Anyways, when are we gonna meet him?"

"RIGHT!" she stopped dead in her tracks as we reached the front door.

"What?"

"That was what I had to tell you..." she laughed. "'Star of India' at eight thirty..."

"Eww... Curry and all that? Really?"

"Yeh - I invited Jason and Paula too..."

"Why? You ain't friends with them..."

"Not giving reasons for my decisions." She snapped before walking out of the house and I gasped. "Are you coming or not?"

"Yeh, I am..."

"Good, bring that boyfriend of yours too..."

"Right, we'll be there then..." I smiled and waved Gre goodbye.

When I was closing the door my cell phone rang and I ran to get the call. Whenever I heard the phone ringing - even when I wanted to give up on letting Angie know what had happened to Mark's memory - I thought it could be her.

"Angie?" I answered in a rush, almost tripping over my words.

"Hey love..." Gary said after a loud sigh.

"Oh, hi hon..."

"You okay?"

"Yup, you babe?"

"Sure... listen, I'm picking you up at eight okay?"

"Oh, we can't go to Mark's tonight. Greta's invited us to have dinner. She'll introduce us to her boyfriend."

"I think we can postpone going to have a few drinks if we're invited to eat...! What time's dinner?"

"Eight thirty..."

"Alright, I'll pick you up at eight anyway..."

"Goodie... 'til then"

"I love you..."

"I love you more..." I smiled and closed the cell phone. "Well, what can I do now?" I wondered out loud since it was still early to get ready for dinner.

Since Angie had left, I always felt something was missing in the house - despite the last few days she wasn't practically at home cuz she was either at rehearsals or at Mark's.

During the first two months she was away, everyone had tried to reach her. I called her mum, I wrote to her several times. But after a while they gave up - except Greta and me. She even went back to New York to see if she could talk to her but it had apparently been a waste of time. Her cousin Jorge had told her that she was working again with him and although she had spent some hours at his club waiting for Angie to show up, she didn't go.

Angie didn't want to see us even though we were desperately trying to talk to her. Gary also tried to reach her at her apartment once, thinking that perhaps she had a caller ID or something which let her know it was me trying to contact her, but we had no luck.

Angie wanted to start a new life without us.

And she was doing it.