The Ultimate Take That Story *COMPLETE* | By : MissLizzie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Take That Views: 5447 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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14.
Robbie was sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette. It had been two days since the meeting and he hadn’t spoken to Julia since. On their way home, Julia had broken down. Since Rob didn’t have a driving license and Julia was too shook up to drive, Dawn had offered to take them home. Dawn had talked to Julia all the way home and Robbie hadn’t dared to intervene. He didn’t understand everything, but as he put two and two together he came to the conclusion that at some point Julia had been pregnant by Howard but hadn’t kept the baby. He had been so shocked that he’d even forgotten to punch him in the face when Howard had kissed Julia. Seeing that other person kiss Julia had also sparked something else inside him, something that had shocked him too. He had not liked it at all, that some other man was kissing her, he had even felt a little jealous. Confused, he blew out the cigarette smoke. He was afraid to call her but he wasn’t quit sure why.
***
“Would it be possible for you to forget about Nigel and Take That for two seconds and come sit next to me and pretend that you enjoy this movie for the sake of romance?” Dawn sat in the huge chair in the living room looking at Gary who sat at the table looking at his laptop with a distinct frown in his forehead. He’d been sitting like that for over an hour.
Gary rubbed his eyes and looked at his wife.
“I’m sorry honey,” he stood up and cuddled up with her in the chair.
“You’ve been so distracted lately,” Dawn ruffled his hair and kissed his temple.
“I know, I’m sorry. I really want to make the right decisions this time and it’s proven to be so much more difficult than I anticipated. I want all the boys to join in on this project. But only if they want to.”
“If Nigel’s in this project. Jason will not do it, let alone Rob.”
“I know..” he sighed “I just really think we should do it.”
“Let it rest for a while, maybe the solution will come in time.” Dawn spoke calmly.
“You are so wise,” Gary teased her.
“Just so you know it,” she replied and together they watched the cheesy romantic comedy that was on TV.
“What a shit film,” Gary sighed after twenty minutes.
“You lasted longer than I thought,” Dawn giggled and she pulled him off the chair. “Come on, Mr. Barlow, I happen to know a place where they show a much more interesting movie.”
“Oh really, and where would that be?” Gary replied innocently.
“Don’t you worry about that, the entrance is free,” she smiled and teasingly pulled him up the stairs to their bedroom.
“I do like free entrances,” Gary spoke in a low voice as he followed his wife, already unbuttoning his shirt.
***
Charlotte was nervously pacing around her flat. Jason had invited her to come over to his house and have diner. Of course, she had said yes and then the stress started. What would she be wearing? Was diner just “diner” or was diner “diner and then some”? She had opted for jeans and a plain top but decided that was too normal, the white dress too formal her black dress too sexy and her grey dress too frigid. She was now wearing a black top with a little cleavage, but not too much, a denim skirt and her favourite black boots. She added the finishing touches to her make-up, put her hair into a pony tail and quickly got into her car, where she immediately lit a cigarette. As she headed for the motorway all of sudden she realised how happy she was.
***
Jason looked around his apartment. He was afraid it looked a bit too clinical to be inviting a woman over. White was the ruling colour and there were few decorative things to be found. He was setting the table and had searched high and low for some candles. He hadn’t found them. He had bought a ridiculous amount of liquor because he had no idea what she usually drank. He opened a bottle of red wine and carefully poured a glass for himself. He wasn’t much of a drinker, in fact he hardly drank at all but just to ease the nerves a little he took a tiny sip. He checked the fish that was steaming in the over, it seemed perfect and he only hoped she liked fish. He was more confident about his desert, chocolate cake with crème Anglaise, chocolate and women was always a good combination. He did a double check in the mirror, he wasn’t fain and he never cared much for looking fashionable, he preferred to wear comfortable clothes. But for tonight he had thought about what to wear, he’d put on the grey trousers his mother had bought him last weekend and a plain black v-neck. He hadn’t shaved and was thinking about doing it quickly. He was very aware of the small scars on his face and it had haunted him for a long time, he had accepted it by now but still felt very exposed with a clean shaven chin.
The buzzing sound in the hall announced there was somebody downstairs trying to enter the apartment complex.
“Here we go mate,” he said to himself as he pressed the button to unlock the door downstairs.
***
Howard sipped from his beer and stared outside. Grace was at her mother for the weekend and he sat alone in his house. He felt cranky and he knew why. Seeing Julia again had not been very good. Not good at all. He felt guilty because he should’ve treated her differently, but he also felt pushed with his back against the wall. He couldn’t change things from the past how ever bad he wanted to. He regretted his actions but couldn’t make them undone. He also felt weird because when he’d seen her, he’d felt something. And when he’d kissed her, he’d felt even more.
***
Julia was taking a shower and thinking. The water was just a touch too warm which she loved. She felt serene and calm. It had taken her a couple of days but she had made a decision. She was not going to sit around and sob for Howard the rest of her life. She was moving on and she was starting right now. The steam in the shower cleared her mind and when she got out of the shower, skin turned red from the heat, she felt like doing something fun.
She called Robbie.
***
Charlotte sat down at the diner table and admired his house. Jason was doing something in the kitchen so she could feast her eyes on his interior without any shame. She found his place sober, but masculine. The house was very bright, even on a dark winter day his living room would still soke up all the sun. There were some beautiful pictures and photos from obvious far away travel on his walls and Charlotte got up to admire them. A gorgeous photo from a sun setting in a snowy background got her attention. The yellow, red and violet rays of the sun cascaded their glow on the pearly white snow and created a magnificent nature scene.
Jason saw her looking as he brought her a glass of the white wine he was drinking before. Her simply answer to his question what she wanted to drink, “Anything you’ve got opened up,” made him nearly roll his eyes at himself for going crazy earlier that day in the liquor store.
“You like that one?” He asked her.
“I love it, it’s gorgeous. Where was this taken?”
“Queen Charlotte,” he replied and Charlotte looked at him not understanding, “This picture was taken on the Canadian Island Queen Charlotte, just of the coast of British Colombia.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“No, honestly I am not. I’m pretty sure, since I took the photo myself.”
“Wow, it’s gorgeous!” She sighed and smiled as she looked at the photo again.
Jason admired her from a distance, she sipped from her wine as she discovered his books, looked at his cd’s, his photo’s and some paraphernalia. He saw her smile widely as she discovered the photo of his mother and all of her children.
“She must be ever so proud,” she said as she sat down at the diner table again as Jason had announced that diner was ready.
“She is, she did a great job.” Jason said and Charlotte could see he really meant it.
While they ate their food, they chatted. A little strange at first, talking to a person when they’d already shared such a private and personal experience with each other. But as the night rolled out it’s carpet of stars outside, inside the atmosphere got better and better. Jason told her about his travels, glad he wasn’t expected to talk about Take That, and Charlotte talked about her love for art, thankful that Jason seemed to show real interest in her craft. It was impossible to deny, as Jason put the chocolate dessert on the table, the click that had happened between them. Even though they felt a little nervous, they felt at ease with each others company. Especially for Jason, that was a new feeling. After touring with 4 other men for a couple of years his privacy had been his most cherished asset.
Charlotte enjoyed the sweet chocolate as she felt the warm fuzziness of the alcohol in her blood.
“You should take me there once,” she blurted out all of a sudden.
“Where?” Jason asked.
“Queen Charlotte Island.”
Jason smiled. “It’s cold, but you’ll love it.”
After they finished eating, they stayed seated, talking for a while. When Jason got up to take the dirty dishes to the kitchen Charlotte helped him, but Jason wouldn’t let her. He rinsed a few plates and put everything in the dishwasher.
Charlotte watched him as he put everything away and put some water on to make them both a cup of tea.
“I really enjoy your company,” she said suddenly.
She said it so from her heart and so frank that Jason couldn’t help but smile shyly.
“I enjoy your company too.” He responded, touching her hand that lay on the kitchen worktop.
He looked at her and felt his stomach twitch. She was so incredibly beautiful.
“May I kiss you?” He asked boldly.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said.
Jason traced his hand from her hand upwards to her neck and gently pulled her towards him. He closed his eyes and a second later felt his lips touch hers, a soft moan escaped from her lips and he opened his mouth to welcome her response to his kiss. His hands had already found a way up underneath her top feeling her warm skin burn on his hands.
He felt her knees buckle underneath her and he knew it was time to move somewhere else as he wasn’t planning on doing anything fast and impulsive in the kitchen. He wanted this to last forever.
He removed his hands from underneath her shirt and took her hand, guiding her to his bedroom, stealing kisses from her as they went.
The four-poster bed completely filled the room and it was the only thing in it. The floor had black soft carpet and the bed was covered with soft luxurious pillows and silk sheets. All of it was black.
“Black?” she asked him as she wondered this sudden colour change.
He never answered as he seated her on the end of the bed. Kneeling down before her, he slowly took off her boots his hands gliding up her legs, her hips where she met his hands and pulled him up. He pulled her top over her head and kissed the exposed skin. His mouth lingered in the little space between her two collarbones and his hands cupped her breasts. She fidgeted with his shirt until he took it off himself. He looked down at her as she her breath was faster now, her face glowing with anticipation and lust, biting her lip and restraining herself from urging him to go faster.
His fingers found the button of her skirt and he slid it down her legs seconds later. He quickly removed his own trousers and climbed into bed with Charlotte pulling the black sheets over them. As his arms found her body, the two of them forgot everything around them and drank in each others love, each others touches, scents and sounds.
Many, many hours later, Charlotte caught her breath while she lay draped on top of Jason.
“Will you stay with me tonight?” He asked her, stroking her hair.
“I will stay with you for as long as you want me to,” she stammered, still breathing fast.
It was the first night in years, that Jason fell asleep without worries and without tossing and turning.
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