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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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Charlotte couldn’t believe her eyes. Was it really him? She hardly recognised him without the long dreads and the beard. But it was most definitely him when he looked up from the mixing desk his eyes locked with her for a split second and Charlotte quickly turned around, she hadn’t noticed the man sitting behind her at the bar however, and as she crashed her elbow into his back she could hear the glass breaking that the man was just putting to his lips.

“Fuck, shit and bugger,” she swore.

***

“Ouch..Jeezus bleedin’ hell…what the…” he stopped talking when he felt the blood dripping from his lip onto his quit expensive blouse .

“Oh, I am so, so incredibly sorry,” he heard a familiar female voice from behind him.

He turned around and couldn’t help but smile.

“You’ve said that before,” Jason said.

Charlotte looked at him, her mouth open in astonishment.

***

Howard left the mixing desk as he saw the woman crash into his friend at the bar. Bloody hell, he knew Jason hadn’t liked the idea of sitting in a club all night amongst drunken people, but a split lip wasn’t what he had bargained for surely.

As he approached the bar, he saw that the woman was busy asking the waiter for some napkins and ice.

“Mate,” what have you done to yourself?” Howard asked mockingly as he saw that the damage looked worse than it was.

“You should ask her,” Jason answered with a slight lisp which resembled Howard’s to no end and a short gesture with his head.

“Pardon me, young lady,” he was just about to make a hilarious comment as he saw the dark green eyes of Charlotte. Strangely familiar eyes.

“You…” he whispered.

“Hiya,” Charlotte greeted him calmly but her adrenaline rushed through her veins.

Jason broke the silence by clearing his throat. “Well, we seem to be meeting under the most weird circumstances, wanna add another weird circumstance to that? Because I think I need stitching up.” His lip indeed was still bleeding and Jason was turning a whiter shade of pale.

Howard supported his friend of his chair and headed for the exit. Without asking, Charlotte followed the two and all three of them got into a cab heading to the hospital.

***

Jason was quickly ushered inside a curtain room where a nurse, and Howard was hoping for a trainee, would stitch his lip. He and Charlotte sat outside down the hospital corridor, waiting in an awkward silence.

“Right,” he began.

Charlotte forced a smile.

“So..how are you?” He asked.

“Fine.”

“Great.”

“How is she?” Howard dared to asked.

“Fine.” Charlotte new of course he meant Julia. She felt extremely nervous talking to him. It had been some time, but still she always thought back of these past things with mixed feelings. The whole experience had not only been hard on her friend, but Charlotte too had found it difficult to cope with. She had also felt guilty as those blue eyes of the man now being stitched up, had haunted her dreams and her thoughts for weeks and weeks, she had felt guilty because in all the misery she had found a small light. While Julia had found nothing but darkness.

Howard looked at Charlotte, this was the woman he had been livid with. She had been the one telling him that he had knocked up her friend. Julia. The last woman he ever cheated with while he’d been with Vicky. Vicky. The mother of his child. Things hadn’t gone well with him and Vicky. He was away too much, DJ-ing in Germany had taken its toll. And even though the paparazzi, and Vicky, thought otherwise, he had never, ever cheated her. But he couldn’t live as a bound man. He loved Vicky, he loved his daughter to pieces and for his daughter he fought even harder to make things work. But they didn’t. Howard’s heart had broken as he had to tell his beloved little girl that he and mummy weren’t going to live together anymore.

“Mum and I are going to live in separate houses from now on.”

“Why?” Grace had asked

“Because mummy and I don’t love each other as much as we used to.”

“Oh…”

“But we’ll always be your mummy and daddy right?”

“Daddy?”

“Yes, love,”

“What will happen when you don’t love me as much as you used to?”

And that was the point where Howard’s heart shattered and broke into a million little pieces. He took his daughter into his arms so she couldn’t see his tears.

“Daddy will always love you, daddies always love their daughters for ever.” And he held on tight to the tiny body, his flesh and blood, the one person in the whole world where he’d risk every penny, every limb in his body for.

“For ever?”

“For ever, ever!”

“You’re squashing me daddy…dahad!!”

Howard had often wondered how things would’ve been if he had been able to stop Julia. Would he have had another girl? Or a boy? He shook his head, as if he was able to shake of these memories.

Looking at Charlotte reminded him of Take That. The years had flown by. He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t seen Jason two years until today. He hadn’t spoken to Gary every since he came back from America, and Mark was very busy with his solo stuff. And Robbie, he felt ashamed as this was the first time since very long that he thought of his former band mate. Flashes from performances over the world and great times in hotels and parties went through his mind. He smiled.

***

“How many?” Mark asked as he sipped his tea and dragged from his cigarette.

“About 500,” Jonathan answered.

“That’s great!” Mark answered and peered around the corner from his dressing room. He had just done a charitable event and if 500 people had watched him that meant he had raised about a 1000 Pounds. Not too bad. He saw there where about 10 girls outside, waiting for him.

“I’ll just go say hi now, ok, when I get back we can go home,” he stood up and took his tea and fag and headed out to the girls.

Jonathan looked at him, Mark was tired but Jonathan knew he wouldn’t go home until he had talked to his fans. Jonathan looked at the happy girls, taking pictures and chatting to Mark about the show. The phone in his pocket buzzed and he took it out to have a look. “One missed call” appeared on his screen. He checked the number and frowned, 0161…that was a Manchester number. Probably not important, but he thought it funny though. A Mancunian number he didn’t recognise. He shrugged and started collecting Mark’s things.

***

“How many?” Robbie tried to ignore the constant screams and banging outside the corridor of his makeshift dressing room.

“70,000 people,” someone answered.

“Right,” Robbie yawned, “Can we go now?”

“We’re just waiting for the police escort to arrive Rob.”

“Fucking wankers, why weren’t they waiting for me when the concert finished. I want to be going NOW!”

“Because it’s the police dickhead, not your personal crew!” Jonathan Wilkes grinned at Rob as he chewed on a cheese toastie.

A girl with glasses came running into the dressing room, Robbie had never seen her but obviously she worked for him as she wore the standard Adidas outfit and had the inner crew lanyard around her neck.

“Police is here, let’s get going.”

“Yesss,” Robbie jumped up and automatically reached for his fags and lighter.

“Rob!” The girl was still standing at the door holding a phone. “Phone call for you, wanna take it now?”

“Tell ‘em to call back, if it was somebody important they would’ve rung me not the agency.”

The girl skilfully broke off the phone call and left.

“Who is she?” Robbie whispered to Johnny.

“You are unbelievable, that’s Jess,” the empty eyes of Rob made Johnny roll his own eyes, “she’s your floor manager.”

“Wow..I have a floor manager? Since when?”

“Two years..” Johnny laughed till his sides hurt as they were escorted through the maze of corridors heading to the dead of the night where a Mercedes van was waiting surrounded by several police motors.

***

“Daddy!!”

Gary shifted, he felt Dawn leave the bed.

“Daddy!!”

“Ssshhh, daddy is sleeping, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t sleep, I need daddy to sing me a song.”

Gary grunted, he was awake now and got out of bed as he headed towards his little girls room where his wife was trying to talk the girl into going back to sleep.

“Daddy!” Completely awake but her eyes small from just having slept, Emily wrapped her little arms around her fathers neck.

“You tickle,” she giggled as she felt her fathers unshaven chin against her face.

“You need to go back to sleep, princess, it’s very late.”

“Sing me a song please,” she pouted, even this young she knew it would do the trick.

“Alright…but a small song ok?”

“Ok..a small song. The star song!”

“You want the star song? Ok..here we go…You light the skies up above me….”

Dawn heard Gary sing the star song to Emily and smiled. The kids loved that song. It was something new he’d written and he wasn’t planning on using it.

She crawled back into bed as she saw the light on the answering machine flicker. She checked the number and gasped.

“No way…”

***

Jason looked at the skilled nurse before him and sent up a little thank you prayer. Of course, she only spoke Spanish so with hands and feet she’d tried to tell him that not only his lip needed stitches but a small part of his chin too. It was a pretty deep cut. Jason felt nothing anymore. Partly because the first thing the nurse had done when he entered the room was give him a shot of something numbing, and partly because the woman he had dreamed about for months a long time ago was now sitting down the hall of the hospital where he was getting his lip stitched up which was her fault!

He was amazed how fresh his memory of her had been. It had been 8 years since he had seen her, but her smell, her face, her eyes, that hair had never been away from his mind. It had been right there, just below the surface of his subconsciousness.

“Señor?”

Jason looked at the nurse as she held a form and a pen.

“¿Puede Usted releñar este, por favor?

“Fill this out? Sure.” He took the piece of paper, but where as his “nombre” posed no problem, he had to frown a little at “fecha de nacimiento” and underneath that there were sentences he couldn’t even pronounce.

He looked at the nurse helplessly “No English right?” the nurse shook her head and pointed towards the hall. The nurse left and Jason had no idea what she was going to do.

Two seconds later, Charlotte entered the room.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, fine, except for being unable to read this…for all I know I’m selling my kidneys to the highest bidder.” He grinned.

“I’ll fill it out for you, 500 enough?”

“Sorry?”

“500 Pounds, for your kidneys.” She sent him an enchanting smile as she looked up to him from underneath her lashes.

A gentle bubble filled itself with butterflies inside Jason’s stomach but he denied its existence. As she asked him some questions to fill out the paper, he looked at her hands. They were small, her nails not too long but not bitten either, her left thumb was decorated with a lovely silver ring. Before he new what he was doing he took her hand in his hand and brushed over her ring with his thumb. Charlotte looked at him in amazement.

“What are you doing?” she asked softly.

“It’s nice, the ring..I mean.” He stuttered.

“Thanks,” she blushed. Finally she raised her eyes to look into his. She couldn’t help it but smile at his enormous lip that was now swollen to a size Angelina Jolie would be jealous of.

She slowly pulled her hand back, nearly feeling sad that she had to break contact with him, and continued to fill out the form. The tension around them was so thick even the nurse in the back room felt it.

The door behind them slowly opened and Howard stuck his head in the room.

“If you two are snogging in here, would you please be so kind to tell me so I can take a cab home?”

Like two caught teenagers, Jason and Charlotte immediately sat upright and Jason cleared his throat.

“You are such a child Howard Donald,” he muttered under his breath, but Howard had heard him.

“I know,” he grinned, “Tell ya what, how about we go to our hotel room and have a little after drink. For you with a straw of course.” He pointed at Jason who tried to hide his laughter.

Charlotte looked at Howard and concluded he wasn’t all that bad, she agreed to tag along but more because she wanted to stay with Jason rather than feeling like drinking for the rest of the night.

***

The Mercedes van pulled over at the back entrance of the hotel. Robbie sighed and swallowed as he saw the mass of people engulfing the van. Johnny went out first, to distract the first batch of fans. Security moved to Rob’s side and opened the door of the van. Plastering on his cheeky grin, Robbie stepped out of the van. Quickly lighting a cigarette and hoping nobody had seen his shaking hand as he lit up. He grinned at a couple of girls, shook hands with some guys and was inside the hotel within a matter of seconds. His heart rate slowed down again as the rotating doors of the entrance were locked and the bar was being emptied. Ignoring the fact that this was a non-smoking hotel he walked up to the lift and headed up to his room.

The crackling, clean sheets were immediately messed up by Rob as he entered the room. He hated neatly made up beds. As he threw off his clothes and scattered them around the room he turned of the light, and lay in his bed smoking a bit.

Rob had undergone massive change over the last year. Being a drug and alcohol addict hadn’t made his life easier. He had lost a lot of friends and made a lot of foes. He was still forever grateful that his old mate Johnny was there with him now. He had forced Robbie to go into rehab and stay off the drugs. He had felt 200% better after not being dependant on cocaine and spliffs anymore, the booze was a different thing though. Drugs were fairly easy to avoid, but alcohol was something he was confronted with every day. And Robbie found it very hard to resist that sort of seduction.

But he was doing better, he was even starting to enjoy performing at times. He was still shit scared, and with his gigs and fame getting bigger and bigger, his uncertainties had grown as well.

As he was just dozing off to sleep, his bedside phone rang.

“Hullo?”

“Hello, Robert?”

“Who is this?”

With astonishment Robbie listened to the person on the other side of the phone and when he realised by who he was being called and what this person wanted from him, he slammed down the phone. In a fit of fury he left his hotel room and headed straight for the bar where he drank three triple Vodka’s in a row.

***

Julia lay in her bed in her posh house in London. She couldn’t sleep and had opened the curtains to look at the sky. Dark velvety sky filled her room now with the occasional twinkling of a star and the moonlight lit up her room as it seemed immensely bright this night.

She let out a small shriek when her thoughts were penetrated by the distant buzzing of her phone. She looked at her alarm clock, 1AM. Who would call her at this hour?

She looked at the name flashing on the little screen and grinned. It was her boss.

“Jules, I am ever so sorry to be calling you at this hour of the night,”

“No problem Sir,”

She worked for Sam Johnson since a couple of years and enjoyed working for him very much. She studied Law on the side and Sam always offered a helping hand for her study and cases and had proven to be a great boss. He paid well and treated her with respect.

“I just got a call from one of my clients, he needs a writ of summons asap.”

“Sir, it’s one AM! Can’t this wait until tomorrow morning?”

“It really can’t, it’s a high profile client.”

High profile meant, it was either a celebrity, someone in politics or a member of the Royal family.

“Alright, give me the details, I’ll set it up, it’ll be in your inbox in less than two hours.”

“Great, alright. Plaintiff; Robert Peter Williams, Defendant: Nigel Martin Smith, forcing the annulment of a contract signed by Mr. Williams.”

Julia nearly fell out of bed as her pen had just scribbled down that Robbie Williams, thé Robbie Williams, was suing her ex-boss and his ex-manager.

“Comes down to the following,” Sam continued, “Mr. Smith wants to do some sort of film on the band that Williams used to be part of.”

“Take That,” Julia whispered more to herself than to Sam.

“Correct, Smith has found a loop hole in Williams’ old contract, which makes it possible for him to force Williams into cooperation on this film. Obviously, Williams doesn’t want to and wants the contract to be annulled. If you could set up the writ, I’ll start reading in on this, we have a meeting with Williams tomorrow in my office 9AM sharp, don’t tell anyone because of security reasons okay?”

“Okay..” Julia stammered and she put the phone down burying her head in her hands. A wave of old memories came washing over her and for a split second she saw Howard’s face hovering in front of her eyes. Looking at her the way he had done on the one night. The incredible emptiness she had felt after having his child taken away from her body came over her again and she just sat there, staring into the darkness in front of her.

***

“…and that’s what I have done over these years.” Howard took a swig from his Vodka and Tonic. Charlotte, Jason and he sat in his hotel room and Howard had just told Charlotte all that had happened after the Take That split. How he felt about Julia and her pregnancy, how Grace was the best thing that had ever happened to him and how it sometimes was so hard to know he might’ve had another child. Talking about Take That again was strange, he hadn’t talked about it for so long. It almost seemed as though all the stories had happened in another lifetime.

Slowly, he and Jason got back into the old stories and within minutes they rolled around the room laughing their heads off and telling Charlotte all sorts of crazy things they had done, seen or heard whilst being the most wanted pop stars in Europe. Charlotte felt the alcohol going to her head and really didn’t wanted to become completely drunk in front of Jason. Especially, since he hadn’t touched any alcohol all night and was gazing at her from time to time with a look on his face that made her cheeks flush with colour. She knew that look all too well. It was a look of lust. And every time he gave her that look, she felt her stomach twitch and shivers down her spine. She felt it was time to gain back her adult composure and stood up.

“I’m sorry guys, I’m really having the best of times but I really need to go to sleep now. I’m flying back to Manchester tomorrow and I really don’t want to be in the plane with a hangover.”

“Party pooper,” Howard scowled.

Charlotte walked to the door and opened it, undetermined what to say or do. How do you say goodbye to these guys in this situation?

“Well, uhm…I’ll guess I’ll see you around,” she said and inside she cringed. How old was she, 12?

Thankfully, Howard didn’t sense the tension at all and stood up fast, walked over to her and kissed her on her cheeks.

“Nice seeing you again, honestly, I enjoyed this night.”

Jason, glad that Howard had stood up first, came walking over to her as well and almost seemed shy. Howard was already turning away from them, heading towards the bathroom.

Jason waited until Howard had disappeared, opened the door further and walked with Charlotte out onto the corridor.

“Well, bye then.” He said as he couldn’t help himself but take a good look at her beautiful figure again, eyeing her up and down.

“Yeah, good luck with your uhm..lip,” Charlotte said, her voice hoarse. She completely betrayed herself by calling out that part of his body that she was so longing for to touch.

“I’ll be fine, thanks again though.”

He leaned towards her, turning his cheek to her as if demanding her to kiss it. Charlotte quickly wetted her lips and braced herself for the touch of his skin.

Gently, she pressed her lips against his chin and felt the small stubble against her skin. As he turned his face around, getting ready for the usual second part of the kissing on the other cheek. Charlotte forgot to turn her head and suddenly she looked straight into his eyes.

Drawn into the bluest of eyes she had ever seen, she couldn’t stop anymore and kissed his upper lip, so gently, careful not to hurt him.

Not being able to kiss her properly was like a cruel punishment. Jason closed his eyes to her soft lips gently kissing his lip. What he wanted really was kiss back feverishly, pain prevented him though.

His hands had found a way around her waist and he pressed her body against his own. As he did so, a low grunt escaped Charlotte’s throat. He was afraid to touch this delicacy with more force and wished that they could’ve stayed like this forever.

Charlotte moved her mouth towards his ear while placing soft kisses on his cheeks, reaching her goal, Jason felt her hot breath on his ear which made his gut cringe with pleasure.

“I really, really…need to go,” she whispered

“Please, don’t go,” Jason pleaded.

“Not here, not now…it’s not…” her mind was trying to come up with rational reasons why this was no good timing, but couldn’t find any.

“We can go to my room if you want?” Jason’s voice was tense with lust and he could barely keep himself from ripping of all of her clothes right there and then. He needed to smell her and see her body. Discover every curve and soft bit of skin. He wanted to see her face painted with pleasure.

Even though the offer sounded damn good, Charlotte really wasn’t in the mood for a one off. Her body was yelling at her to jump this man but her mind was telling her to get out fast. If he wanted her, he’d have to work for it.

“I’m not that kind of girl, Jason.” Charlotte smiled a cheeky, seductive smile at him. With one final kiss on his cheek, she turned around and slowly walked away, back turned towards him.

***

“I don’t think I want to do this.” Gary was on the phone and Dawn tried to clean the kitchen without it being too obvious that she was desperately eavesdropping on the conversation.

“Yeah, I’ll think about it.”

Gary hung up and saw the look on his wife’s face.

“He wants us to do a documentary. Ten years after sort of thing.”

Dawn said nothing.

“I want to talk to the other lads first.” And with that he left the kitchen.

Dawn sat down at the table, she was afraid. Was this whole circus about to start over again? She was actually a little pissed at Gary, she couldn’t believe he’d actually called Nigel back. Nigel! She couldn’t believe he had the guts to suggest such a thing. Personally, she wished Nigel fell of a cliff in a far away country.

***

“He wants to do what??!!”

In total disbelief, Mark stared at his manager, Jonathan.

“He wants to do a documentary. Ten years after the split, Take That uncovered or something.”

“Take That uncovered…” Mark laughed “Fucking unbelievable. What does Gaz say?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t spoken to him. Just Nigel.”

“D’you reckon any of the guys wanna do it?”

“ I don’t know Mark, but I have been thinking about this. What if there actually are still people out there waiting for Take That. You were the biggest band of your time.”

“What are you saying?”

“Well, just that you could check if that huge fanbase of Take That is still around, if they’re not, no harm done.”

“And what if they are?”

“Then there’s always the option.”

“What option?” Mark squinted his eyes. The look on Jonathan’s face was very serious.

“The option of Take That doing a comeback.”

Mark looked at Jonathan with a bewildered look and then burst into laughter.

“You are completely mad is what you are,” he finally was able to say wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes after a few minutes.

***

“Mr. Williams, please sit down.” Sam Johnson ushered Robbie in his “hot shot office” that’s what Julia called the place. It was the most beautiful room in Sam’s office, and he used it solely for meetings with big, important or rich clients. Like Robbie Williams. Unlike many other clients, Robbie didn’t take in the interior or admired the outrageous expensive paintings on the walls. He was too worried to notice.

He sat down in one of the expensive chairs and sighed.

“Coffee sir?” Julia asked the man who looked nothing like the big superstar he was supposed to be. Robbie was wearing a sleek black suit, black shirt underneath his jacket that was unbuttoned just a tad too far. His chest hair and tattoo’s were clearly visible and Julia didn’t appreciate either of those things. The only thing that made this man Robbie Williams were the sparkling green eyes that looked at her. He was clean shaven but had dark circles underneath his eyes.

“No, tea please.” He replied, no cheeky grin, no approving sexual look.

This was a devastated man.

Julia made tea for her and Robbie, and coffee for Sam. Sam had already started discussing his plans with Robbie. There had been several law suits in the past. Nigel had sued Robbie for breach of contract. Robbie had sued Nigel for libel. All in all, not a very pleasant history. Julia listened in silence to the current problems as she made notes. Nigel wanted to do a documentary and he wanted to force Robbie to cooperate on this documentary.

“It’s not so much that I don’t want to do this documentary,” he said “I just don’t want to work with Nigel, ever, ever again. I’d rather die.”

Julia believed him.

After the meeting, that lasted a couple of hours, Sam left the room immediately having to go to court. Julia stayed behind with Robbie, finishing up some documents for Robbie.

“I uhm, worked for Nigel too.” She told him as she handed him the pile of paperwork.

Robbie raised an eyebrow.

“As a model?” He asked.

“No,” she laughed, “as his PA.”

“Jeezus Fuck, I don’t know what’s worse. Singing for him or getting him his coffee. Does he drink it with arsenic?”

“I doubt if that would have any effect on him,” she grinned. And before she knew what she was doing, she told him the whole story of how he’d hit her during the after party.

“No way,” Robbie gasped as she told him how Howard had defended her and had hit Nigel in the face. “Howard swung at Nigel?”

Julia fell silent for a minute, the part that came after that she’d tried to forget for 8 years.

“Howard hit Nigel in the face?” Robbie was still shocked. “He sure as hell wanted to shag you badly then!”

Julia looked at him with her mouth open. “What?!”

“Oh don’t give me that innocent look you dirty little minx!”

Both of them burst into laughter.

For the first time in his life, Robbie felt completely at ease with a total stranger. He stayed in the meeting room the whole morning and early afternoon. He enjoyed talking to Julia, she treated him as a normal person, not as a superstar or rich kid.

When he left the office of his solicitor, he had Julia’s phone number in his phone and a diner appointment next weekend.

***

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