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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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27.

OCTOBER 2007

“Rob, you promised me!”
“I’m sorry Jules, but I won’t go.”
“Jeezus, the whole purpose of us coming here was because you wanted to join the detox program in LA. And now we’re here, and you’re not going!”
“I feel a whole lot better just from being here, I don’t feel like I need to go. I haven’t taken anything since we’re here.”
“But you still have a problem Rob! Why don’t you see that?”
“Why can’t you see, that I am completely different here?”
“ I see it Rob, I see it very well. But what will happen when we go back?”
“If I go back.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I might not wanna go back to the UK.”
Julia looked at him in total shock. Robbie walked away from her and slammed the door.
She swallowed.

***
“Miss, would you like a cup of tea?”
Charlotte shook her head and smiled. She walked quickly past the catering, on her way to the dressing rooms. She was late. The doors had already opened and the screams of the exited fans were already deafening. Skippy came walking towards her as she entered the highly secured corridor where the dressing rooms were.
“Hello girl, Jason’s just down there,” he pointed at the mutual room, “it’s nearly time so tell him to do it quick!” he winked and Charlotte punched him but laughed while doing it.
She entered the dressing room and saw Howard and Gary sitting on the couch checking each others ties.
Mark was sneaking a cigarette out of the window and Jason was just doing up his trousers.
“Seems I’m too late,” she grinned and wrapped her arms around him while she looked at him via the mirror he stood in front.
“You ready?”
He nodded.

She watched as the four of them crawled in the boxlike stands with the dancers. Dawn was with her on stage left, just behind the curtains so the crowd couldn’t see them but they had full view of the stage.
Dawn was only joining the dancers while in the UK, but had taken a quick break to see Gary in Milan that night and she and Charlotte had gone shopping that afternoon.
Charlotte had already seen the show a few times now, but it still amazed her every time. The energy that the crowd seemed to give them was incredible.

The lights went down and Charlotte heard the opera intro tune. Even the fourth time, it got to her and she rubbed her arms to clear the goosebumps. When the screens behind the stage, that she stood so close by now, filled with the virtual images the crowd roared with anticipation.
The stands slowly rose and Charlotte saw a girl on front row scream so loudly she was afraid she’d burst.
Then the concert started and it seemed like she was a guest to a very exclusive party where only she was allowed to see it all, see the crowd, see the men, feel the magic and she loved it.
When patience came on she noticed she was singing along to the now so known song, Relight My Fire came and Jason kissed her swiftly as he ran past her to change his clothes.
She felt like it had only been five minutes in when it was time for Jason’s song and she was so proud of him. The way he stood there, eyes shut tight, hands on his microphone and his bare feet tapping away, she fell in love with him over and over again. His voice slightly unsteady, his hands trembling. It was so hard for him, but the crowd carried him through it. Sang every letter, every word with him. And again, at the end, Charlotte wept silent tears because it was their song. It stood for their love, their pain and their happiness.
She wiped them away, getting ready to go back stage again, have a tea and then get into the car but decided to see the intro of Give Good Feeling, it was such a massive part of the show. She loved how everybody on stage was just buzzing with energy and adrenaline during a song like this and she saw Howard’s fist already banging in the air. He grinned at her and Dawn as his DJ booth slid across the stage. Minutes later everybody went wild and Charlotte couldn’t tear her eyes away from the four men on stage.
“Ouch, that didn’t go well,” Dawn’s voice pulled her back into reality.
“What went wrong?”
“I dunno, Howard did something weird with his landing on that backflip. It must hurt I am sure.”
They both looked at Howard who was now already leaving to change for Never Forget and before Charlotte realised, Dawn had gone.

***

The four of them had changed even faster than usually, and they sat around Howard backstage.
“I am allright, no worries!” he stood up which obviously was a little too fast and grabbed Mark for steadiness.
“It’s just a pulled muscle, I can still sing.” He walked towards the stage and the rest followed, silently. There was no time to waist now, the show had to go on.
“What happened?” Dawn arrived backstage and Gary quickly pecked her cheek.
“Dunno, but he’s hurt.” Gary looked worried but the first notes of Never Forget already filled the air and he had to move.

***

Howard stepped through the white curtain and felt his insides twitch. How could that’ve happened? He landed all wrong after that backflip and something inside was pulled or otherwise because he was in pain.
He made himself think of something else and took a deep breath to start singing. The pain hit him so hard he nearly vomited.
He tried again.
“…not too sure where we’ve been.” Oh God, the pain was tearing his chest apart.
“we’ve had success, we’ve had good times, but remember this.”
The other guys joined him and he grimaced, telling himself to keep breathing, keep singing and especially to keep walking somehow worked. He knew the words so well, thinking was not required.
Gary noticed Howard’s weakening voice and was already taking bits over a little, the high notes seemed the worst so Gary did them. He got a grateful look from Howard.
Something was wrong.

***

“Something is wrong,” Charlotte shouted at Dawn.
“Gary is singing Howard’s bits.”
“Why the hell is Gary singing Howard’s lines?” Skippy stood next to the two women and looked at the lads now running on the treadmills.
They both shrugged.
Howard’s face was turning white and Skippy was shouting to slow down the treadmills. “Do not, I repeat do not put them out on full speed!” he barked into his headset and ran off to the back of the stage.

After what seemed like ages, the show came to an end. Charlotte and Dawn were already at the back of the stage waiting for them to come off.
Gary and Jason were first.
“Call a doctor Skip, this is not good.” Gary panted, while reaching for a towel.
Mark followed with Howard leaning on him.
“I’m fine, it’s ok…he muttered.
“How,” Dawn looked at him her eyes big with fear, “Your lips are blue.”
Howard reached for his lips but midway his hand grabbed his chest and he collapsed on the floor.

***

“It’s not his heart,” the emergency doctor from the venue was checking Howard. Howard sat against a wall, his face white and grimaced in pain.
A sigh with relief went through all of them, but the doctor wasn’t looking so cheerful.
“It’s your lung mate, you need to go to the hospital as soon as possible.”
Howard didn’t seem to mind, as strong as he had been on stage, now that he was off stage, all he wanted was to get rid of the pain.
Skippy and Jonathan were quickly deciding what to do, an ambulance was called and five minutes later Howard was taken away to the hospital, leaving the penetrating sounds of the whaling sirens in their ears.

***

Charlotte and Jason took care of Grace, since Dawn had planned a romantic evening with Gary and Emma and Mark were too busy with Elwood who was a little feverish and was crying a lot.
When Grace had realised that her father had been taken to hospital she had started sobbing, but with amazement Jason had watched how Charlotte had taken the little, scared girl in her arms and consoled her. She had calmly explained to Grace what had happened, not treating her like a small child but being very honest and clear. It worked and now Grace lay sleeping in Charlotte arms.
Both a little scared as to what was happening to Howard, they both jumped a little when Charlotte’s phone rang.
“I’ll get it,” Jason said and dug out her phone from her Primark bag.
Jason hated that bag because it was huge, he usually rolled his eyes and sighed when he had to take something out of it, but now he did none of that and just picked up her phone.

“Hello?”
“Hey Jules how are you?!”
Charlotte turned towards Jason and mouthed at him to say hello from her.
“Well actually, we have a bit of a situation here, Howard has just been taken to hospital, something with his lungs, it seems pretty serious and we’re all in a right state I have to admit. Charlie is with Grace at the moment…is it alright if she calls you back tomorrow…ok great, cheers.”
Jason hung up and threw her phone back in the bag.
“What was it?”
“Girl stuff she said,” he walked towards her and sat on the arm rest of the couch, looking down at sleeping Grace.
“You’d be a great mum,” he said suddenly.
Charlotte looked at him, “you’d be a great dad too you know.”
They both smiled.

***

Gary hung up the phone.
“A collapsed lung,”
Dawn slapped her hand in front of her mouth. “My god…is he in a lot of pain?”
“Not anymore, they gave him painkillers, funny, made him hallucinate all the way down to the hospital best drugs he’d ever taken so he’s alright I guess. But he can’t do the show for at least two weeks.”
“Oh no…he’ll be so devastated.”
“Yeah, we’ll have a meeting tomorrow with Skip and Jon, I mean, is there a point in going to Switzerland when How is not there?”
“I don’t think Howard will allow you to cancel shows.”
Gary sighed and rubbed his eyes.
“I can’t believe this, it’s…shit.”
“I know but hun, let’s go to bed there is nothing you can do.” Dawn pulled a freshly showered Gary in bed with her and snuggled up to him. Gary turned off the light and wrapped his arms around his wife.
“Will you be careful out there?” Gary asked her.
Dawn looked up at him in the dark.
“What? When?”
“On stage, will you be careful?”
“Of course, silly, I’m always careful.”
“Yeah, well this stuff with Howard scared the shit out of me, I mean, he’s a well trained guy, has a mint condition and now he’s in hospital can you believe that?”
“It’s strange, but don’t worry too much. These things, well, they just happen.”
Dawn slid her hand into his hair and kissed his jaw.
“Don’t worry so much..” she whispered.
Gary sighed and tried to listen to Dawn but he also felt a little responsible for Howard and no matter how hard he tried, he still worried.
Dawn’s other hand now caressed his stomach up to his chest, where she rested her head and from time to time gave butterfly kisses.
He pulled her a little closer and that’s how they spent the night, not talking but too worried to sleep.

***

It was dark. Howard opened one eye and for a few seconds panicked because he couldn’t figure out where he was. But the familiar hospital sounds he had so often heard when he had visited Charlotte brought him back to reality. He opened another eye and tried to move. A jolt of pain went through his chest, he flinched and groaned. Breathing was painful and since it wasn’t something he could avoid doing, the pain remained.
The soft sounds of the hospital made him drift off again but not before he realised that this might have been the last night of the tour for him and not before that realisation had made him feel really depressed.

***

The tour had to go on, at least for now. Howard refused to let the other guys cancel the shows in Switzerland. It was still unsure whether he’d be able to perform again any time soon but Howard was determined not to allow his mates to quit. His collapsed lung seemed worse than it was, it had been very painful the first 24 hours but after having it re-inflated again, he recovered quickly. His physical state helped a lot, he was a young, strong man and bounced back easily. But mentally it was something else, even though Howard had insisted on the continuance of the shows, he found it hard not to be able to perform.

Howard travelled with them to the German concerts and was now in the van with the other guys on his way over to the venue in Rotterdam were they were performing that night.
They were late on arriving and the city was crowded.
Mark was looking up at the sky, “Still no rain, good queue conditions,” he satisfyingly said. He always worried for the fans and always felt responsible when he saw rain soaked fans who had been waiting at the venues for ages.
The van speeded up, now approaching the venue and turned round a corner where its presence immediately caused distress among the fans who knew that a German plated, blinded bus usually meant their arrival.
A long tail of fans started running after the van and Gary and Jason made quick bets as to who would arrive first.
“I think the girl with the Tour sweater,” Howard added which all made them laugh since more than half of the girls were wearing the merchandised gear.
Security was good at Rotterdam and they got into the private parking without being chased down, they immediately entered the building since they were all tired.

***

She arrived when it was already dark, but the doors to the venue hadn’t yet opened. It was busy at the venue and rows and rows of people stood in front of her.
She had no idea where to begin. She decided to start the main entrance where a few security people were setting up for the opening.
“Excuse me, where can I find Jonathan Wild?” she asked.
The man looked at her and all her hope disappeared.
“Who?” he asked. She repeated her question.
“I have no idea, please step aside we’re about to open the doors.”
“He’s the manager of the band!” she shouted but the man shook his head and walked away.
“Shit!” She took out her phone once again, as if her battery would’ve magically recharged itself which of course it hadn’t. It was still dead. She ran around the queues, trying to see if there was another entrance.
She found one on the left side of the building where she could see the Transam Trucking trucks parked. A security lady stood outside.
“Please,” she panted, “I have to speak to Jonathan. It’s urgent.”
“Jonathan? Is he with Take That?”
“Yes! He is, he’s their manager, please tell him my name and he’ll know who I am. Or try James or Paul, the security guys, please!” she was nearly close to tears and the lady patted her shoulder.
“I’ll see what I can do, your name miss?”

***

Gary nearly choked when he saw Howard walking on stage completely naked but a surgical coat. It was sad that Howard couldn’t join but the fans had been very supportive and Howard tried to make something out of it. He’d already warned he’d make lists of every error in the show starting next week during the German leg. Mark had given him a red pen.
Now he sat sipping a tea while the show continued. The crowd seemed more loud than any of the venues they’d been before and Howard inwardly smiled and cried at the same time.

***

“I am sorry, but they are non reachable at the moment. I cannot contact them unless it’s an emergency.”
“But this ís an emergency.” She replied.
“I am sorry.” The woman said, seeming genuine sorry.
“Can I at least wait here for one of them to come out after the show?”
The security woman hesitated, it was strictly forbidden to have anyone linger around the exits or entrances without special passes.
“Please?”
“Ok, alright,” she sighed.

The security woman looked at the girl who was obviously cold, tired and shifty, but something didn’t make her send her away. She asked for a cup of tea and gave it to the girl who appreciatively took it from her but absentmindedly only warmed her hands to the cup, forgetting to drink it.

***

Howard heard the sounds of the concert hall fade away as he walked further and further away from the protective dressing room heart.
He turned a corner and had no idea where he was heading, all he knew was that he needed fresh air. Little green signs indicated the way out and he followed them obediently.
A roadie said hi, but he only half noticed it.
Finally, he was outside. The cold winter air brushed past his cheeks and breathing in was a little painful. He ignored that, and walked with his face in the wind allowing the cold to envelop his body.

Suddenly the cold was gone, there was no more wind and all sounds had disappeared. Because it was so unexpected, it hit him even harder. When he’d seen her before he had always been prepared, but now his breath faltered and he forgot to move. A new pain filled his heart, not the physical pain that he had felt in past days, but a pain that he couldn’t place.

She was there, right before his eyes. Her hair blowing in the wind, her eyes set in his opposite direction, her hands holding a cup of tea. Was she crying?
“Jules?”

“Howard?” she wiped her eyes and nearly choked in her sobs.
“Are you alright,” she stood up, a haze of sadness and relief hung around her.
“I’m fine..I guess,” Howard said, he walked up and tried to read her face.
“Jules, what…why..” he didn’t understand.
Tears were streaming down her face and all she could think of to say was “I’m sorry, I am so, so sorry,” she repeated the line over and over.
Howard wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close and tried to understand.
Her weeping pierced through his soul, it brought tears to his eyes and he held on to her for dear life.
“Julia, why are you crying?” he managed to ask after a while, feeling the stares of a security woman that stood outside trying not to watch them.
“I thought I had lost you, I made such a big mistake, Howard I need you. I want you, I am so sorry. And then Charlie said you were in hospital and I thought of her, and of you and then I just knew. You and me, I mean, we…” she lost control again but Howard held up her chin, just like he had done the first time he’d kissed her.
She tried to hide her face in his hands but he wouldn’t let her, wiped her hair from her face, looked deep into her red teary eyes and he made her look into his eyes.
He captured her sob with his lips, kissing the pain away, seeking her sorrow with his tongue. He drank it from her, tender at first because he didn’t know if it was allowed. But he remembered her longing, he thought of the lust he had seen in her eyes the last time he’d seen her. His kisses deepened, his hands tried to feel through all the layers of clothes and after what seemed minutes, she responded. Her mouth replied to his kisses, her lips pouted, ready to be kissed. Her mouth opened, ready to receive him. Her hands found his hands, their fingers intertwined, her sobs turned into soft moans and he heard himself whisper, “Let’s get inside.”

***

They didn’t speak at all. Howard just held on to her hand really tight. He wasn’t going to let go again. Julia heard the music swell, heard the crowd scream, felt the bass beats vibrate from the floor through her body.
They entered the dressing room. Howard locked the door, still holding on to her hand he pulled her towards him.
He had to ask, he had done this to so many women and he had seen the pain on Julia’s face the last time he had done it. He wanted to play this fair, or don’t play at all.
“What about Robbie?” he said, his voice husky and lower pitched than normal.
Julia swallowed, “he is gone.” Her bottom lip quivered.
Howard said nothing, didn’t even smile but Julia saw it in his eyes, the lust and the longing from all those years, it was still there.
He kissed her quivering bottom lip, then kissed her top lip, his tongue traced the inside of her mouth. She shivered.

He lifted her of her feet, wrapping her legs around him and backed her up against the wall. There was no more thinking, no more talking. Tugging at each others clothes, their gazes never left each others. He tore off her jacket, her cardigan, the buttons rolled around the room but he didn’t care, all of it pooled around his feet and within moment all she was left wearing was her knickers and bra. She was getting heavy and he had to put her down to take off his own clothes. Julia’s legs nearly buckled underneath her when her feet touched down. His breath was ragged as he tore off his shirt and dropped his pants. She traced the band-aid that was now the only reminder of his collapsed lung when he took her in his arms again. Their breathing was fast, animal like almost. Howard saw the veins in her neck move to the rhythm of her heart, saw her red cheeks, saw the little beads of sweat on her forehead. Julia saw his bags under his eyes, the four-day beard, they way his tongue wetted his lips just a split second before he was about to kiss her again and she felt like crying again. She had loved him all this time.

His breath was on her neck, her arms, her belly, her legs, her thighs. Her hands found his hair, his ears, clawed at his back when he was finding the perfect spot.
They ended up on the floor, Howard’s hands tracing her warm body he finally removed her last pieces of clothes that were so horribly in the way for what he wanted to do. She straddled him, her breasts on his chest, their breathing in unison.
When he too, had lost his final garment, Julia allowed herself to be rolled over and Howard’s heavy body pressed down on hers. She lifted her hips in anticipation and he wrapped her legs around his. His lips were on his when their bodies became one, she felt his low growl in the back of his throat and a jolt of lust thundered through her stomach. She gasped when he pressed her legs further up, allowing him more access but at the same time she felt how her eyes rolled in the back of her head, how her toes tingled and how her nails dug deep into his flesh. Tantalizingly slow he moved, adapting the rhythm to make it last longer.
“Please, oh God, please Howard..” she begged him and he couldn’t slow it down anymore. Julia cried out his name one more time and his moans filled the room.
“I love you!” they both cried out.

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