Bailamos? | Mark Owen [Take That]

Chapter 29

I was still standing by the door, facing it with the broadest smile on my face, having finally realized that what Liz had been telling me since the first day I bumped into Mark again was true: "You're given another chance Angie, take advantage of it".

It'd be better if I closed my eyes, I thought as I leant back on the sofa, still being unable to earse that grin from my face. I wanted to keep remembering Mark's eyes and smile... Mark's whole being as he uttered the words my ears had been willing to hear for a dozen years now.

And as in my mind I could see him speaking, I thought I could still hear knocking on the door that one night we had spent together...

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"You alright, luv?" he asked sounding concerned and I couldn't help but thinking how much I'd miss him.

 

"Yeh... I'm okay" I lied as I looked in the bathroom mirror and wiped the tears from my face.

 

Why, I thought, why did I have to go get that effing mop three days before? I had dreamt it, I had dreamt everything up to that moment: why hadn't I just stopped myself from getting it and sent Liz for a change? Why did it have to be me the one that Mark had bumped into? Why did it have to be me who fell for him that soon?

 

"You know..." I started off as I sat on the edge of the tub and faced the closed bathroom door "I didn't think it would be this hard..."

 

"Neither did I..." his voice whispered.

 

"Who would've thought that---" I trailed off and felt the tears choking me once more.

 

"It's weird, isn't it?" Mark said as he opened the bathroom door and walked in "How we met... how quick and confusing it all was---"

 

"Well, I always knew who you were so it wasn't too confusing for me" I burst out and Mark laughed.

 

"I know you knew..." he moved a lock of hair from my eyes after he had knelt in front of me "And the fact that you tried to hide it, made me want you even more... but when we spoke--- Angie when we spoke I realized that you're not just the one that I wanted... you're the one I need"

 

"Mark, you don't know what you're saying..."

 

"Yes, I do---"

 

"You don't have to tell me all these kind words just... because. I told you already that---"

 

How was I even doing that, how was I even speaking about the feelings he had awoken in me I thought. But I found it impossible to silence my heart.

 

"I like you Mark, I really do... And I wish we had met under other circumstances you know? But now... right now I don't need any cheesy pop star lines... All I want is to remind you as the guy you were tonight... not the star, not the celebrity. I want to remember the twenty something British guy I met by chance at some store..."