Bailamos? | Mark Owen [Take That]

Chapter 16

When I opened my eyes I found myself lying in my new bed. The pillows were on the floor and I was wearing my PJ's. How did I get there I wondered. I turned to look at the alarm clock -it was half past nine and it seemed there was a busy Saturday in the neighbourhood as some cars and voices of people who walked past could be heard out of my bedroom window. I sat up on bed and my head ached like hell.

I didn't remember clearly what had happened the previous night. I could recall everything from the moment in which Paul and I were in his Citröen, driving to Attica until I went to the toilets in that place. But from then on my mind was blank.

It seemed that Liz had been well bored the previous night as Paul and I were out cuz she had carefully hung all my shirts, trousers, skirts and coats in the wardrobe and she had put my underwear and tops in the chest of drawers opposite my bed. My shoes, trainers and boots were organized according to the season in which you could wear them and my suitcases were stored empty under my bed.

I wrapped my robe tightly around my waist and walked out of my bedroom towards the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I looked in the mirror and noticed I looked like hell... what had happened the previous night?

"Liz?" I called my friend's name as I opened her bedroom door, only to find her bed empty.

As I walked down the stairs towards the kitchen I heard her speaking to someone in a really quiet voice – who was she with?

"Liz why didn't you---" I trailed off before I would walk into the kitchen and she shushed the person she was talking to.

"Morning hun" she greeted me and I looked at who was sitting at the table with her: it was Paul.

"Morning Liz... hi Paul" I kissed her cheek and then Paul's before I would get a mug from the cupboard and pour some coffee in it.

"Hey... how are ya?" Paul asked.

"Fine..." I replied and froze. Why did that answer suddenly remind me of Mark? I shook my head and walked back to the table.

"Paul was telling me that---"

"What happened yesterday?" I asked and sat down beside Paul.

"Don't you remember?"

"No... nothing since I went to the toilets... Was I that drunk? I'm sorry Paul!" I excused myself before I even knew what they were talking about.

"Nah, you weren't drunk..." he said and put his hand on my arm. I looked down at his hand, freezing again. Mark had appeared again in my mind. He had short hair and he was wearing a grey shirt.

"Are you okay?" Liz asked me. And that was the moment in which every thought from the previous night suddenly came back flowing to my mind. I had met Mark in Attica. He was wearing a grey shirt and his hair was short and it was combed backwards. He had grown a beard and I thought he looked as stunning as he had looked twelve years before – or perhaps even more.