Loves not always that easy.

Chapter Thirteen - A Way To A Mans Heart Is Through His Stomach.

Chapter Thirteen - A Way To A Mans Heart Is Through His Stomach And A Lot Of Wine.

Gary's POV

I knew, even though Mark said that he's forgiven me, I needed to do something to make it up to him even in the slightest. I know that sleeping with someone else, especially after Mark telling me he knows I would and even if Mark and I aren't 'officially' together. I was in the wrong. I pull up to a small shop near my house and pick up a few bottles of red and the ingredients to make Mark's favorite chicken curry. I drive home and pull up on my drive and pull out my IPhone. I go in to my messages and scroll down to his name,

'Markie, I owe you, come to mine at 8ish?xxx' I slide my phone back in to my pocket and head up to the house. I slide the wine in to the wine rack and put the food on to the kitchen side. 

'Ding', my phone sounds so I pull it from my pocket and unlock it, 

'Markie

Okay, but don't think you're off the hook that easy Barlow, see you at 8'. 

A few hours past, the food is cooking, I look up at the clock which reads 7.46. I rush upstairs whilst I have a few spare minutes to change in to something that isn't covered in food. I pull my black t-shirt over my head and replace it with a navy blue polo shirt and swap my jeans for clean black skinny jeans and my black suede's. As I slip on my shoes I hear a knock at the door, I rush down the stairs to the door. I pull open the door and Mark is standing on the other side with a bottle of wine and looking very, very good.

"Nice shirt" I smile, letting him in,

"Thanks" He smiles. I lead him in to the kitchen where I take two glasses out of the cupboard, "I brought this" He smiles, handing me the wine,

"My favorite" I grin, popping the top off and pouring us a glass each,

"I know" He smiles at the ground,

"Can I make a toast?" I ask, handing him a glass,

"Mhm" He nods,

"Here's to me not being a prick, and to tell you how sorry I am" I say, lifting my glass towards his,

"Cheers" Mark half laughs as our glasses clink together. "Are you making curry?" Mark asks, sniffing the air,

"Yep" I smile, 

"Not bad Barlow, not bad" Mark grins,

"I don't know what you mean" I smirk, turning my back so he doesn't see,

"Course not" Mark laughs. When I turn around he's left me and started to make himself at home, like usual. I walk in to my living room and join Mark on the sofa,

"You still seem pissed at me" I sigh,

"You would be worse if it had been me" Mark snaps,

"Okay, can we just try and fake having a good night" I half laugh, 

"Like you said, you owe me" Mark replies. After dinner and a few more glasses of wine, I take our empty plates in to the kitchen. 

"That was the best Gary" Mark smiles, following me in to the kitchen. I place the plates in the dishwasher before turning to him,

"Thanks, I made it especially for you" I smile,

"It's going to take more that getting me fat and drunk Gary" Mark laughs tipsily,

"Okay mate" I half laugh, as I watch him pour another glass of wine for us and he hands me my glass,

"Thanks" I smile. He walks back in to the living room mumbling some shit at me that I can't understand. I slowly walk in behind him and stand in the doorway. I watch as he takes small sips of wine. His soft lips touching the rim of the glass. His eyes squint a little as the alcohol continues to hit his system and he gets more and more drunk. He leans forward to put his glass on the coffee table and a bit of his hair falls on to his face, effortlessly he flicks it out of the way. 

"You need a hair cut" I laugh, walking slowly over and sitting beside him,

"I know, I might get an appointment for tomorrow"  Mark smiles, running his hand through his slightly long, messy hair. A few more civil conversations without one of us raising our voice later and it must be about 11ish,

"I should go" Mark mumbles, standing up,

"You can't drive you idiot" I slur, trying not to fall as I chase him in to the hallway,

"I'll get my driver" Mark replies,

"Please just stay" I pout,

"But I know if I stay there is a larger chance of me forgiving you and I don't want to yet" Mark laughs, leaning against the wall so he doesn't fall,

"You can stay on the sofa, we wont even have to speak" I laugh, pulling him back in to the living room and pushing him on to the sofa, "I'll get you a blanket" I add. I stumble through my house to grab a blanket. When I get back down the stairs Mark has stripped down to his boxer shorts and is sitting on the sofa drinking wine,

"You look very sophisticated" I laugh, throwing the duvet at him,

"Thank you" Mark laughs, "I think I forgive you" He smiles, putting down the wine, "Come spoon with me" He grins.