*Mark's POV*
"Mark!" Robbie touching my shoulder, trying to whisper loud enough wakes me up. I look at him, expecting him to speak but instead he just nods towards the door. I'm guessing he doesn't want to wake Jess. I carefully let go of her, putting the duvet over her body almost as though I'm tucking a baby in - which I basically am but she's not a baby. Outside, Robbie speaks in his normal tone. "I'm getting off mate. Was only meant to be popping check you were OK!" He laughs, putting his coat on whilst I nod my head in agreement. "Yeah, you get off mate it's fine. Tell the others I'll see them as soon as possible. Could you do me a favour though, Rob?" I ask him, looking away unsure as I speak. "What's that?" He raises an eyebrow, not wanting to agree until he knows. "Just, don't tell the lads for me? I want to do it. Because I know what they're like!" I giggle slightly at the end part, Robbie joining in and nodding his head. "Yeah, course not." He smiles, patting my back as we say our goodbyes. "Mark?" I hear Jess shout weakly from upstairs, and run up to her. "Hey, how are you?" I glance over at the clock. 10:57. It's getting late. "Embarrassed!" She giggles forcefully, her smile dropping slightly straight afterwards. "Why's that?" I raise an eyebrow at her, walking to sit next to her on the bed. She gives me a 'you seriously don't know?!' kind of look before explaining. "You're Mark Owen. And I just fell asleep on you in your bed crying my eyes out. I'm so so sorry."
"You've got no reason to be sorry! I expect you to be emotional! If not just because of..." I trail off, not really wanting to say. "Then because a lot has happened today!!!" I laugh, trying to break the small amount of tension building as well as realising that it really has. "Thank you. So much." She speaks after a few moments of silence. "What for?" I know what she's saying thank you for, of course. She's saying thank you just for me finding her but I want her to tell me, I don't know why. "Everything. Being there when nobody else was. Comforting me at the hardest of times. Helping me get away even if it was only for one day." I cut her off, realising her last point. "Only for one day? You're not going back, Jess." I tell her in the most authoritative/fatherly tone I can find. I refuse to let her get hurt ever again, not whilst there's anything I can do about it.
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My Saviour, my "father"
Fanfiction*Willowen, but not entirely* Jess is abused by her real father, who she lives with in London. She has five people who helped her through it all when she felt like she was nothing. One of those people goes by the name of Mark Owen.
