Bailamos? | Mark Owen [Take That]

Chapter 48

Liz's POV

As son as Mark left, I locked the front door and walked over to the kitchen, watching the crackling of the fire as I walked past the living-room, thinking if any of the things I had advised Angie to do in the twenty years of our friendship had been a mistake. She needed a shoulder to cry on so many times in her life and I had been the only one she could rely on.

But during those twenty years, whenever she needed sincere advice, I had been the one to tell her what I considered was the most sensible thing to do. Of course I could've been mistaken, but what was I supposed to do? Ignore my friend's desperate calls for help? I knew I wouldn't have been able to do it. But there's one thing I am sure I wasn't wrong in advising her to do: give Mark a call.

As I poured some cocoa in my mug, I heard the phone ringing. I glanced at the microwave's watch and it said it was almost twenty past twelve. Angie had left around thirty minutes before. Perhaps it was Angie calling to apologize for what she had said? I went to the living room and took my cell phone out of my bag, but the ringing could still be heard. And it wasn't Angie's ringtone either--- where did that come from? I tried to follow the sound and I found Mark's cell phone between the cushions of the couch.

Just when I got the cell phone in my hands, it stopped ringing and the screen read '1 missed call'. I didn't know if I should go through Mark's contacts and call someone to let them know his mobile was here? Perhaps I just should check who had called and call them back? It wasn't my cell and just as I didn't want anybody to go through my stuff, I was sure that Mark wouldn't like it either, so I just left it on the coffee table and went back to my hot cocoa.

As I went through the cupboards to find a snack, the cell phone started ringing again. What if this person needed to tell Mark something important? I decided I would just have a look at the name in the screen - perhaps it was Angie!?. I took the phone in my hand and read the screen -'Gary calling'. Just then, I remembered that he was supposed to be on his way to my place to meet Mark - I wondered if something had happened?

"Mark's cell phone," I nervously said when I took the call.

“Greta?"

"No, this is Liz - Greta's friend..."

"Oh--- But I dialed Mark's number, okay?"

"Yeah, you did - he just left his cell phone at home..."

"Yeh, listen... Ah! You're the gal who lives with Aimee right?"

"Angie, yes..."

"What's your address again?"

"Caversham Street - just opposite Christ Church Chelsea. The only big brown door in the block"

“Right - I'm a couple of blocks from there..."

"One thi---"

"Tell Mark I'm picking him up straight away..."

"Errr--- Gary? Mark's not here..."

“How come he's not there? Why have you got his mobile then?"

"Cuz he left it here..."

"He left it? Why? Where's he gone?"

"To Heathrow..."

"Why would he go to the airport?"

"To tell Angie he loves her no matter what..."

"Aw, that's so sweet of him!" he said in a lovey-dovey tone before he would add sounding a bit annoyed. "But still the twat didn't take my bloody advice..."