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The Ultimate Take That Story COMPLETE	By : MissLizzie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Take That Views: 5447 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Take That. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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19.

“Oh My God…” Charlotte’s mouth fell open as she unfolded the newspaper over breakfast.
It was a little late to have breakfast, but since Charlotte and Jason went to bed at 4 in the morning, they slept in a little. Jason, always early awoken, was bored with his bed at 12.30 and had deliberately used the en-suite bathroom to take a shower, knowing that the sounds of the taps would wake Charlotte.
Jason skidded to a halt in the kitchen, “What? What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Look,” she pointed at the newspaper, “you’re all over it,” and showed Jason the front page which had a huge picture of Take That on it with the question “Take That Back for Good?” written above it in large catchy letters. The review written beneath is was one to be proud off and Charlotte read it out loud as Jason made them tea and switched on his phone. He rarely used his mobile phone because he found the things utterly annoying. The minute he’d switched it on, the mobile started beeping uncontrollably and Jason looked at it as if it was about to explode.
“Jeez..” he sighed as he picked it up to see. “I’ve got 22 new text messages can you believe that? Oh and Gary asks if we wanna meet up tonight?”
“Tonight?! Charlotte looked at him is disbelieve. “Oh no, not tonight. Don’t you remember? We’d planned a night in front of the TV, I’ve rented Steel Magnolias and all. Ice cream’s in the freezer…” she pouted with a sexy smile at him knowing she’d already convinced him not to go.
“What kind of ice cream have you got?” Jason asked her, smartly switching his mobile off again.
“Chocolate,” Charlotte said in a seductive tone.
“Ah right, well that changes everything of course.” Jason grinned at her in a cheeky way. “D’you know what,” he told her.
She shook her head.
“I think we should have a bit of that chocolate now,” and he stood up to pull her off her chair and into his arms.

***

Robbie lay on his side, with his hand supporting his head, and looked at the woman sleeping next to him. The white sheet was curled around her, exposing her shoulders and her left leg. She slept on her stomach and her arms were tucked underneath the pillow on which her hair lay scattered out. Her breathing was still deep and every other second her eyes seemed to flutter underneath their closed lids, she still had her make-up on from last night and her hair seemed tangled up. Robbie pushed some strings of hair from her face. She looked like an angel to him. His hand followed the long waves of her hair, down to her neck and then in between her shoulders on her back. His fingers followed her spine and half way down his hand disappeared underneath the sheets, as he travelled lower and lower he discovered she hadn’t bothered to put on some underwear after last night. He smiled as he remembered how good it had felt when she had had lain on top of him, still catching her breath and slightly trembling. She had looked at him, kissed him on his cheek and then nestled her head in the crook of his neck where she’d fallen asleep. That kiss had meant more than any other thing they had done that night and Robbie had felt that too.
His hand stopped just above her naked bum as she stirred in her sleep and muttered his name underneath her breath. Robbie grinned his famous grin, except this time it wasn’t for the camera’s, this time it was because he was truly happy. He snuggled up to her warm body and fell asleep minutes later.

***
Later that night, Mark and Howard were already shushing each other for laughing far too loud in the posh restaurant where Gary had taken them. Mark was nervous, he’d talked with Jonathan earlier that day who had told Mark about the offer he’d received. A serious offer, an offer that would mean Take That doing a reunion tour. Jonathan was a wise man and he had seen this coming for a while now, he hadn’t asked them to become their manager for no reason. Right now it was up to Mark, to pitch this idea to the other guys and that was the reason why he was downing his wine a tad too fast.
They’d had a lovely diner and being together again didn’t feel like a burden the way it had the final couple of months of Take That back in 1996, but now it felt relaxed. Like coming home. Gary had apologised to the guys before diner, he knew he’d made mistakes and wrong choices that were sometimes not about the greater good but for his own good. Howard and Mark had waved his apologies away and didn’t want to hear about it anymore. Gary asked Howard about Julia and got kicked by Mark underneath the table so he wisely shut up about the subject. Howard had seen Mark’s nervousness from miles away and after dessert, he sat back and looked at Mark.
Mark understood the hint.
“Lads,” he slurred, making Gary laugh again, “I’ve got something to tell ya.”
Gary stopped laughing.
“Jonathan’s received an offer, from a promoter. Take That are offered to do a reunion tour.”
Howard sipped from his Vodka Tonic, Gary chewed his lip.
“I’d like to do it,” Mark continued. Looking at the faces of the two men sitting across him.
Howard said nothing but his eyes twinkled.
“I’d love to do that,” Gary said and Mark actually felt surprised. “You would?” he asked, all of a sudden getting enthusiastic.
“Yeah, I would,” Gary got closer to Mark. “I’d love to do a tour again.”
“Get Jay on the phone,” Howard said, signing at the waiter that more booze was needed at their table.

***
Jason had left the house extremely late. He’d woken up Charlotte to say that Mark had phoned him and had basically threatened him to come down to town. Charlotte, still remembering the conversation she’d had with Jonathan, made no big deal out of it and let him go, she’d fallen back to sleep immediately.

When her phone rang, some ten minutes later she woke up with a pounding heart. Was there something wrong with Jason? Or would he just be too enthusiastic about the offer? Charlotte knew Jason and deep down she knew that nobody was supposed to be calling her right now.
She grabbed her mobile from the night stand and was relieved to see the number calling her was not Jason, or the Manchester Hospital. She answered it either way.
“Hello?” Her voice was still thick with sleep.
There was no answer.
“Hello?” Charlotte asked again.
Still, no reply came and Charlotte was getting pissed off now. As she was just about to end the call, she heard the breathing on the other side. It was distinct breathing and she knew that somebody was calling her to prank her. Charlotte rolled her eyes and pressed the call away. Immediately, the phone rang again.
“What do you want?” she replied sighing.
Nothing, but the breathing. A creepy feeling entered her stomach and as she threw the phone away, Charlotte raced through the house, checking all locks and windows to make sure they were all tightly shut.
From the living room, she could hear her phone ringing, again and again. The sound got on her nerves and she shut the door and sat on the couch, not knowing what to do. Calling Jason was not an option, he’d have his phone turned off. Who else could she call at this time of night? Charlotte told herself not to be such a baby and walked upstairs again, the sound of the phone getting louder and louder.
She stood in the bedroom looking at the phone, the light of the display lit up every other second. Finally, she reached for the phone but then it stopped ringing.
It was then that she realised, not only was somebody pranking her, they were watching her too.

***

Jason sneaked into the house in the early hours of the morning. It was nearly five thirty he saw on the big clock that hung in his living room. The night still surrounded the house. He headed to the kitchen and drank some orange juice. As he turned around, leaning back against the worktop, he saw that the lights were on upstairs. Raising his eyebrows, he quickly walked up the stairs and was expecting to see Charlotte standing on the landing, hair a mess and droopy eyes. She was not there.
He opened the bedroom door, the lights were on but the bed was empty.
“Charlie, where the hell are you?” Jason whispered to himself.
He tried the en-suite bathroom, it was locked from the inside.

***

Dawn was tiptoeing through the house, she knew Gary was discussing a “possible” tour and she was as much scared as she was nervous. She’d rummaged through her old dancing gear and had found what she was looking for. An old box that had stood underneath the house where Gary’s brother Ian had made her a place to train and rehearse, he laid a perfect wooden floor that was nice and shiny, she kept it that way by not allowing the children to play there, and the walls were covered ceiling to floor with mirrors perfect for a dancer. She was not doing so much dancing lately and Gary had slowly started to move in some of his workout gear in her mini dancing studio. She’d reluctantly condoned it.
She emptied the contents of the box on the studio floor, her old training shoes, her high heeled performing shoes that she had used for proper rehearsals, some old braces and tapes she had used for her knees and ankles, an old tube of muscle gel that she immediately chucked in the bin, it all lay scattered before her and she picked up the things one by one and enjoyed their memories. A yellow looking envelope had also fallen from the box and she opened it, curious as to what was inside. There were two photo’s inside the envelope, one of her and Gary, taken backstage during the final Take That concert. She, short haired, looking fresh and young in a track suit with such a bright colour that she hoped it hadn’t damaged her eyes at the time, pressed with her face to Gary’s face who was looking sweaty, eyes set deep in his face but beaming with joy. The other photo taken at the Indian restaurant they had visited during one of their “hour out”, the boys called it an hour out because they never were able to do a full night out. Too much hassle with girls and security, so they just went to a restaurant, phoned in advance so the food would be on the table as they arrived and enjoyed it while it lasted. The whole group, dancers, Milton, Mike, James, Paul and even some backstage crew were in the picture all raising their glasses at the person taking the photo.
Dawn remembered that night vividly, it was the night when she and Gary first kissed in the car on the way back to the hotel .

When Gary came home 10 minutes later, Dawn was lying in bed, wide awake. She heard him brush his teeth, check on the kids and then he crawled into bed with her.
“Gary?” she said
“You awake?” he asked in surprise, his voice slightly thick from the alcohol.
“If you are going touring again, I’m coming too.”
“Who says we’re hiring dancers?” Gary said jokingly and got pinched by Dawn for it in return, but inside he was glad she wanted to come.

***
“Charlie?” Jason knocked on the bathroom door. “Charlie?...Charlotte!” he was pretty much banging the door right now.
He heard something move inside the bathroom and a scared small voice sounded from within.
“Jay?” her voice shaky and he heard she had been crying.
“Charlotte, open the bloody door, what the hell is going on?”
He heard the sound from the lock being turned on the other side, he opened the door and found Charlotte sitting on her knees, her head in her hands, crying uncontrollably.

Jason rocked Charlotte’s body in his arms as he tried to calm her down. Her long hauls in between the crying and her body shaking while she dragged for air made scared him and he only held her tighter, absorbing her shakes with his own body.
He saw her mobile phone smashed in the tub and tried not to ask any questions as her near shock state prevented her from telling him anything.
Jason pulled her from the floor and wrapped her in of his white bathrobes, leading her downstairs, he put her on the couch and offered to make her some warm milk with loads of sugar, he looked at her from the kitchen as she sat white as a sheet on the couch, still sniffing but looking less scared to death, he quickly added a few drops of Rum into her milk.
“Wanna tell me about it?” He asked as he dropped down on the couch beside her, blinking against the sun rising in the East.
And Charlotte told him how the phone calls had started that had freaked her out. The anonymous caller had kept it up until Charlotte had switched her phone off. But after ten minutes she was so scared, that she turned it back on, she had no missed calls but her phone started ringing immediately again. She had raged through the house like a maniac, double checking every lock and afraid of her own reflection in the windows. She had been so afraid that every sound, every movement of air had made her mad with fear. By the time she heard someone outside walking around the house, she was so hysterical she locked herself in the bathroom and threw her mobile against the marble wall above the bath to make the ringing stop.
She shivered again as she told Jason the story, it was odd that now that daylight was here, things didn’t seem so scary at all. She felt a bit like a little girl that was afraid of the dark now. Jason hugged her again and promised her that from now on he’d always have his mobile switched on when he’d go out and Charlotte had to promise Jason that if anything like that ever happened again, she’d call him straight away.

Jason tucked Charlotte into bed, her eyes were hollow with sleep by now and as he twirled his fingers in her hair, she fell asleep almost instantly finally giving in to her sleep. Jason was tired too, but felt uncomfortable about the story Charlotte had just told him.
He had lived like that for a few years, locked in his own house. Girls that were everywhere, knocking on windows, writing on walls and trying to get inside. He’d hated every second of that.
He walked to the kitchen, washing up the cups they had used for the milk and he felt the sun tickle his skin as the morning sun rays fell through the kitchen window. As he finished, he turned his face towards the sunlight, enjoying the warm feeling on his skin. He wanted to turn around and walk away, heading to his bedroom to have some sleep too, as something caught his eye.
If it had been white or any other colour that was not so bright he wouldn’t have noticed it, but how could he forget the bright red satin. He smiled for a second and then knew something was wrong.
Why was Charlotte’s dress hanging outside in his garden, waving in the wind, when she had taken it to the dry cleaners that afternoon.
He opened his patio doors and stepped on the wet grass with his bare feet. The hanger was hooked in the low roof of the patio covering, allowing the dress to dance in the wind.
Jason felt the soft satin on his hands as he touched it.
“Oh my God..” he whispered as his hands found what looked like a cigarette hole in the dress, where he had felt Charlotte’s heart beat not even 24 hours before.
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