Mark looked shocked when he saw Amy's huge apartament (loft) with two flats, which was on 10 floor. "You can take a shower if you want."
"Thanks" Mark took clothes which Amy bought him along the way and went to the bathroom. Then he locked himself. She heard the running water and sat on the sofa in living room, turning on TV.
It was a long time since Mark locked the bathroom's door. Amy started to worrying, so she stood up and walked towards bathroom. She knocked on the door.
"Mark?! Are you alright?!" Then the door became open.
"Yes, sorry for that it took me so long." He's put on new clothes - grey baggy (or rather casual) jeans and white V-neck top, so he wasn't with hood on his head anymore, and he has had bare feet.
"S'ok." she silently admired his beauty. He's had brown hair reaching half of his neck, hanging loose, deep blue eyes, light pink lips and peral-white teeth. He was thin, yet a bit muscular, and he was shorter than Amy. But not that much.
"Would you like me to make you a tea?" she asked after a while.
"Yeah, will be nice."
They both sat on the sofa with their tea. He still hasn't smiled.
"Hey, did you even smile or you're just playing cool before people or somethin'?" Amy asked.
No answer.
"You don't have to do it. Come on! You're not like that. I believe in you, you can do it. ok? I wanna be your friend." She gave him her best smile.
And then miracle happend - he finally smiled. That was the most beautiful sime on earth which Amy's ever seen.
"Ok." he said then.
"God, Mark, you're beautiful. Do you know that?"
"Thank you...erm...you too." he said shyly. Amy just couldn't resist, she has had to kiss him. And she did. After a few second she pulled away. Mark was in shock, but really positive. He wanted to be kissed again...It was a long time ago when someone has ever kissed him...he missed it.
"Do it again." he whispered.
"What?"
"I said kiss me again." he spoke louder. So they kissed. This time a lot longer. Mark parted his lips and Amy took that opportunity. Their tongues crushed against each other, and in the next seconds they were undressing each other, making out. When they were naked and Amy was on top wanting to start 'the action' Mark stopped her.
"Isn't it going too fast?"
"You don't want it?"
"I...I want, but I don't know..."
"Is it your first time Mark? It's nothing to be ashamed about...."
"Y-yes..."
"Oh, come on, it'll be good. Promise." she winked.
"O-ok." Mark was still unsure but he obeyed.
He felt thight and hot when she's been riding him, but it was huge pleasure, and he was screaming.
* * *
"That was... amazing...thanks." Mark said still panting, while dressing himself.
"Oh no, you're amazing...you look beautiful in that orgasmic state. Anyway, thanks."
Mark's cheeks turned red from her words.
They ate dinner, watched a film and went to sleep.
* * *
The next day Amy remembered Mark's singing when he was showering. It hit her now. He would be better singer than her.
"Mark?" she asked when they were eating breakfast.
"Yes?"
"Have you even tried to sing?"
"W-what? No."
"I've heard you singing under the shower."
"You did?"
"Yeah. You're really good at this, you should try to write a song, play instruments..."
"I play guitar...and I've written a few songs. The one which I was singing yesterday was mine. I called it "Kill with your smile"."
"Can you play it for me?"
"If you want to."
So she stood up and brought him a guitar. He played, and singed. She was overhelmed with his voice.
"Wow...that was...great. You should record it in studio."
"I wish I have enough money..."
"I'm a famous singer, you know, and my friend have his own studio. I can talk to him."
"Really? It'll be awesome. You're the best Am!" He hugged her tightly.
She did a phone call and all he's heard was: "Thanks Gazza. See ya then." Then she ended the call and returned to the living room.
"Ok. He said we can come today about 3pm. Is it good time for you?"
"I have a plenty of time. Trust me."
"But you can't go like that. Come on, lets go on shopping!" Amy beamed.
"Ok, and to be honest, I love buying clothes." Mark winked.
* * *
They came back with a lot of bags full filled with expensive and really good looking clothes - all Mark's.
"I'm not going again on shopping with you. Never ever." Amy laughed.
"Oh, you will." Mark grinned.
He changed into white shirt, waist coat, black trousers, black shiny boots, black jacket, silly (in Amy's opinion) dark brown hat and thin green- purple- white scarf.
And like that he drove with Amy to the studio. Gary Barlow greeted them with a smile.
"Hi, hi. It's Amy and her new friend, Mark it is, right?"
"Yeah, hi Gary, it's Mark Owen."
"Mark, it's Gary Barlow." she introduced them to each other.
"Nice to meet you Mark."
"Me too, anyway, I've heard about you. You're that famous singer, yeah?"
"Yeah. And I've heard that you have amazing voice. Come on, lets try it."
"Ok."
"Erm, boys, I'll leave you two now. I have stuff to do. Call me when you're done." Amy said.
"Ok." Gary respond and took Mark inside the building.
They were talking at first. About Mark, abut Amy, abut Gary...abut life and everything. Then Mark singed a few of his songs, recorded, and played a guitar...even danced.
"You're wonderful Mark! Really!" Gary was shocked and happy. At least he made a new friend... he even...fallen for Mark, but he hasn't told him.
Days were passing, weeks....Mark was writing songs, spending time with Amy, making friends and whole new life...
(T.B.C XD)
