The door clicked and chatter was downstairs. Are they back?! "I'll ask her." I heard Gary's voice say as he started to walk upstairs. Oh no what does he want to ask? "Yasmin...?" He gently knocked on the door. "Uh huh..." I bit my lip slightly as the door came open. "Erm... me and Mark have been talking." He's going to throw me out isn't he..? "Yes..." I swallowed hard. Where am i going to go with no money? "Erm... we're going away for a few days....and err... was wondering... if you wanna come?" Gary ran his fingers through his hair. "R...really?" They're inviting me on holiday with them? "Yeah... it's a nice little island... peaceful... i think it'll be good to relax for a few days... and Robbie doesn't want to see either of us...so maybe it'll be good?" Gary looked at me. Has he forgiven me for the kiss? And does Mark know? "S...sure...." It hurts that Robbie doesn't want to see me... besides it's only been a week and like he said i've broken his heart going away for a few days might do us all good. "Okay pack what you need and come down when you're ready." Gary went to walk out the room. "Where...where going today?" Wow that was quick. "Yes... the sooner the better." He left the room.
I fastened my seatbelt looking out the planes window. Below was surrounded by beautiful blue water. Gary was right this is a beautiful place for relaxing. It was only the three of us on board and the pilot with an air hostess. They were also lovely the flight was soothing first class of course. Mark finished his third glass of champagne just before the plane landed. The flight was only a few hours long it was about 6pm when we arrived and got to the apartment about 7pm so it wasn't dark yet. "Wow!" We walked into the apartment it was stunning! White marble tiles on the floor, big brown leather sofa in the centre of the room and an enormous kitchen. "Sure you haven't booked a mansion Gaz?" Mark laughed walking to the bedrooms. "Well...it's big...erm.." Gary looked around running his hand along the kitchen worktop. "It's lovely Gary." I smiled softly at him. "Thanks... erh... shall we chose who's having which room before Mark gets the biggest." Gary laughed a little. Deep down i know that we both feel awkward being here together not as a couple obviously, and the last time i was on holiday was with Robbie.... I noticed out the corner of my eye Gary's fingers were in a bandage. They wasn't like that last night... only since he came back from Robbie's... did they have a fight is that why Gary wanted me to come... what if Robbie's hurt and no one can help him?!
I laid on the sofa thinking. No surely Gary isn't a fighter he wouldn't do that...right? And Mark was there too he wouldn't let them fight...not his two best mates. If Gary has though... he'll regret it big time. "Alright Yasmin?" Gary walked from his bedroom with a slight grin on his face. What's he smiling for? Looking pleased with himself. "Yep..." I gave a short reply. Watching him tuck his banged fingers away into his shorts pocket. "Sure...?" He raised his eyebrow at me. "Don't play games with me Gary." I shook my head a little looking at him. "Huh? Excuse me?" Gary had a confused look on his face. Why is he pretending? If he beat up Robbie i wanna know so i can leave and go to him. "You've hurt Rob haven't you! You hit and you've left him haven't you?! Admit it!" I raised my voice. "What?? Where are you getting this from i haven't touched Rob i haven't even spoken to him!" Is he serious? My heart started beating faster i was angry with him now for not admitting it. "Well what happened to your fingers then??!" I pointed to his hand which was still in his pocket. Mark came out from the bedroom. "Woah?! What's happening?" He looked from me to Gary. "She thinks i beat up Rob." Gary stood up annoyed all of a sudden. "Eh?? As if." Mark laughed a little. Why is he laughing? Is he in on it as well?! "You're both liars!" I shouted. "Right listen here! The reason my fingers are like this is, because me and Mark fell asleep on the sofa at yours and Rob's. Mark woke me up, because Robbie was on his way down so i hid under the table, and by accident Rob stepped on my fingers when he sat down. He didn't know i was there and he had glass under his trainer which went into my finger. If that's called beating someone up then the world must be mad!!" Gary shouted breathing faster. I was speechless i didn't know what to say. I wish i didn't accuse him. Even Mark looked stunned hearing him shout like that. "G...Gary i..." I welled up a little. "Save it Yasmin... no one calls me a liar for doing sod all. Come on Mark. " Gary grabbed Mark's coat and tossed it to him. "W..Where are we going?" Mark slipped on his coat looking at me. "We're going to the pub. I can't take it no more being accused.. i need a drink." Gary walked out the door shortly followed by Mark.
Gary's POV
"Are you okay Gaz?" Mark slurred it was already midnight. Had we really been out drinking for the past 2 hours? I hardly drank only a couple vodka cokes making me slightly tipsy unlike Mark who could barely keep his eyes open. "Yeah... never better." I gave him a fake smile. "Awww good!" He grinned. "Evening fellas." A tall blonde woman in a short dress interrupted us. "Hello!" Mark looked at her chest. Fake chested of course. "Much better now." She winked at Mark. Oh no. This doesn't look good. She moved closer to Mark her breasts were almost in his face. Mark looked as if he was a little boy in a sweet shop. Which soon stopped when we heard someone from the other side of the club. "OI!" Shouted a male voice. Oh shit please don't tell me. I bit my lip slightly as i saw the dark haired male walk over to us. At this point the woman had stepped away a little. "Was you touching up my missus?!" The man yelled at Mark. Yep. I knew. "Listen mate she came over to us... my friend here..as you can see he's had a bit to drink." I looked at Mark who was just sat there in his own world. "Alright blondie who asked you to speak shut the fuck up while i deal with your little mate." He turned back to Mark. Well what lovely manners this guy has! "Errh you wont be dealing with him at all! Go on ask her. She came over to us. We were fine before she came!" I jumped from my stool. "Like i said no one asked you to speak!" The guy pushed me slightly against my chest my back hit the front of the bar. He walked back over to Mark grabbing him by the shirt. "Right... i think someone needs to be taught a lesson." He gave Mark an evil grin. I can't let this happen. Mark didn't mean it. I need to stop this before Mark gets hurt. I looked around the bar noticing an already poured cocktail which a costumer was about to pay for. Quickly i picked it up and throw it in the mans face then grabbed Mark's arm almost dragging him out of there.
I ran with Mark all the way back to our apartment. Thankfully the guy didn't come after us. I didn't know i had this much energy in me. "Well...that was fun!" Mark laughed falling inside the apartment. "Fun?! How was that fun?? You could of been killed Mark!" I was shocked for him saying that, but then again he is drunk and we all say things we don't mean. "Sorry!" He hiccuped sliding against the wall. "Come on...lets get you to bed." Slowly i walked to his bedroom. Mark flopped onto his bed and yawned. "Sooooo tired..." He moaned a little. "I'll get you undressed." I sighed slightly. "Oooooh Mr Barlow." Mark winked at me, as i started to remove his shoes and trousers leaving him in his boxers and shirt. "Goodnight Mark." I lifted myself from his bed. My legs were starting to ache from running and my eyes started to feel like they were getting heavier. "No! Wait!" Mark sat up before i left the room. "Yeah?" I turned round looking at him. "I...need to tell you something." He looked at me serious. I walked back over to him. "Go ahead." My eyes were starting to get a little sore from the lack of sleep. "I wanna whisper it...." Mark spoke quietly. I lowered my head so he could whisper it, but there was me thinking he was going to whisper something in my ear instead he kissed me. On the lips! Quickly i pulled away shocked. Mark giggled softly and laid back down. "Finally...." He whispered whilst closing his eyes. "Eh??" I couldn't believe what has just happened. Was i dreaming this? Maybe it's because i'm over tired... plus Mark's drunk, but what did he mean...finally? I decided to head to bed without thinking anymore about it. He probably wont even remember by morning.
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