Bailamos? | Mark Owen [Take That]

Chapter 36

Mark's POV

"Aimee...! Oh god, call an ambulance or something...!" I told the lads as they stood watching the whole scene. I couldn't believe she'd had another panic attack... Thank heavens she couldn't go further than the door of the studio, I wondered what would've happened if she had actually passed out in the street. Did she take any pills or something?

 "Is she breathing...?" Jase asked me but I couldn't be bothered to reply - I was too focused on her.

"Gawd, Aimee!" I called her name - I couldn't stand seeing her like that, I didn't know why but I just couldn't.

"I--- I think it'd be better if I took her home... she's gonna be okay" Greta said and I sensed she knew how to deal with these attacks of hers "She's gonna come round in a few minutes, don't worry" she added and got her car keys out of her bag.

It was the second time in less than a week that I had seen Aimee having a panic attack and it  scared me to death. But why? Why did I care for her somuch?I had just met her!

"I'm going with you..." I told her and took Aimee in my arms.

"Mark, you're not leaving me here, are you?" Helen said and I quickly glanced at her - what was the best answer? I had no idea, I only thought of Aimee at that moment.

"You get your car Helly and go home---" I told her "I'm calling you once I make sure she's okay..."

"Right, you care about this American tramp more than you care about your wife---" she complained.

"Listen, this is not the time or place to talk about that---" I told her once I had lain Aimee on  the back seat of Greta's car.

"Ready?" Greta asked me and I nodded as I took my place in the back seat placing Aimee's head on my lap.

"And you aren't my wife, Helen..." I bluntly told her.

"Let us know how she is..." Gary said and I nodded before heclosed the car door and Greta drove off.

As we headed toward Aimee's house, I remained in the back seat caressing her face, silently praying that she'd be okay. Since I saw her in Attica I had felt completely beffudled - I thought she was Angie, that American gal I had once met. That girl who had proved me there was a perfect woman for me: she.

But we were young, so young--- we couldn't make the decision back then that would change our lives radically. I couldn't decide for myself - I couldn't make a decision because there were four people relying on me and nobody would understand why I had decided to stay in the US - nobody would understand that I felt Angie and I were meant to be together.

"Is she going to be okay?" I asked Greta after a while.

"Yeah, don't worry Mark..." she said trying to reassure me.

"Three days ago she had another panic attack... d'you know if she's gone to a doctor or something?"

"I would be lying if I told you that she has---" she admitted looking at me through the rear-view mirror.

"She should go---" I softly caressed her face and kissed her forehead "This is not okay..."

-- Flashback --

We were standing on the pavement at the entrance of my hotel in New York. There was nothing left to say for our time together was about to end. She looked so confused and sad, though she tried to hide those feelings behind that cold attitude...

"You sure you're going to be okay?" I asked her, taking her chin in my fingers so she would face me - she hadn't done so since we had walked out of my room.