Bailamos? | Mark Owen [Take That]

Chapter 13

- WARNING: This chapter contains sexual scenes. Once the part marked as 'flashback' begins,if you don't want to read the sexual scene, skip it. -

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"You got everything with you hun?" Liz asked me before the cab driver would close the trunk.

"Yep" I nodded and slid in the car.

"You got the ticket?"

"Yeah"

"And the passport?"

 "For god's sake Liz you've asked me the same question fifty times!"

 "Okay sorry..." she said and closed her door so we would drive off to the J.F.K.

 It took me two years to decide to go to London with Liz. By that time she had already been at her friend's after she had divorced Howard the previous year. Thank god they had a prenuptial arrangement in which she would get a couple of millions and one or two properties, depending on the amount of years they had been married or something. I really still don't know how the legal system works...

 Anyways, this friend of hers, Paul had got her a good job in the company he worked for and he was eager for us to go live there. We had bought (actually, Liz had done it with Howard's money) a nice house in Chelsea. The last time she was there she sent me some pictures of the place and neigbourhood and I liked it, although it seemed busier than the part of Brooklyn where I used to live when I was a teenager. Anyhow, it was cute.

 Well, Jamie had become that rockstar he wanted to be and they had told him that it'd be better if he didn't have any girlfriend as stars as big as him don't go steady. And he believed it. So we broke up, but in good terms mind you. We were still friends, after all we had been dating for around eight years and we knew each other really well.

 When I told my family that I was leaving the States to go settle down in London, everybody panicked, except my cousin Jorge. He just smiled and made sure that Stella got me someone to become my agent over there. Mum and dad had divorced some years before and Quique was working at the MoMa -I always knew the boy would succeed. Both mum and Quique didn't like the idea of me leaving them but they understood my hopes of getting the job of my dreams in one of the most important cultural centres of the world.

 The day before Liz and I left to the airport Jorge came home and after he had helped me sort out my suitcases and we were heading to the door, he started saying what I knew he would say... I was just waiting to see when was he going to speak about that .

 "Just in case you want María, this friend of mine has a salsa club in London---"

 "Oh no Jorge... no no no no..."

 "You just go see the place... I told him you were going..." Jorge told me "Just do me that favor? Perhaps you like it and---"

 "Is he gonna offer me a job there...?"

 "I dunno..." he said lying awfully bad "Perhaps..."

 "Thank you" I hugged him

 "And I do hope you find him again" he whispered into my ear

 "Find who?" I asked him as I watched him walking away

 "Mark" he replied without turning round and I sighed.

 The plane hadn't even took off and I was starting to feel dizzy. My stomach was twisting, I was sweating and I felt I was as pale as the moon. It was my first time on a plane and Liz didn't seem to care as she was really concentrated in eating some peanuts or something.