Bailamos? | Mark Owen [Take That]

Chapter 37

Mark's POV

Aimee cried in my arms until she fell asleep and it broke my heart to see her like that. I wondered why someone would feel as she claimed to feel if they had everything. And she had everything: friends, a job. She was an amazing dancer. And she was beautiful - she was the most beautiful person I’d seen since I’d left her sister.

But every time I told Aimee that I didn't think of her as Angie, I lied. I could never forget Angie - how could I have done so if the day I met her I knew for sure that she was my one and only love? Since that day when I saw her walking away from me to get into a car which would separate us for life, I made myself the promise to never let her go from my heart.

"She asleep?" Elizabeth asked after she knocked on Aimee's bedroom door.

"Yeah..." I quickly stood up and sighed "She's been crying for like an hour and---"

"Why don't you go home, Mark? I'll let you know if anything happens..."

"No---" I shook my head "I can't leave her... What if something happens to her?"

"She's gonna be okay--- I'll be here and Gre will stay for the night too..." she told me with sincere eyes as we walked down the stairs.

But even though I believed her, I couldn't leave. "She wants to die..." I sighed deeply "Did you know that?"

"No---" she replied and quickly turned to me "Oh my god.." her eyes were full of concern as she looked up at me.

"Why does she want to die? What happened to her?"

"She never---" Elizabeth choked on her own words and her eyes started to mist over "I---"

"She never told you that?"

"No..." she cried "I didn't know---"

"What? What happened? Why are you crying?" Greta quickly came running from the kitchen when she heard us downstairs "How's An--- she? How's she?"

"She's sleeping..." I told her "We talked a bit and---"

"She wants to die, Gre---" Elizabeth burst out crying "It's my fault..."

"Oh---" Greta exclaimed, her eyes showing her surprise at hearing that "No... it's not your fault..."

"It is--- she did what I told her... and she---" Elizabeth sniffed and sobbed in Greta's arms.

"I'm sure you're not the one to blame..." I told her "Aimee needs help... and I want to be there for her..."

"I'm sure she’d appreciate the offer, Mark..." Greta smiled "But you've got a band, shows to do, a wife to take care of---"

"She's not my wife..." I quickly interrupted her "Helen's not my wife..."

"But she's going to be..." she went on "Unless you don't want to..."

Did I really want Helen to be my wife? I'd have instantly answered 'Yes', I was sure of that, but before I had met Aimee. Why did I have those doubts all of a sudden? Why, when someone asked me about Helen, the first person that came to my mind was Angie when we first met.

Sadly, I thought that Helen meant nothing to me anymore. She had made me feel I could love her, Helen had made my heart skip a beat every time she glaced into my eyes. But when I bumped into Aimee in that place, I was overwhelmed with those sensations I had only felt when I was twenty-two. Because when I met Angie in that store, since the moment in which I saw her sparkling brown eyes, I knew that forgetting her was going to be the most difficult thing I'd ever have to do. And it was happening with Aimee too.