Chapter 98

Gary's POV

I woke up by the sound of singing. Not a radio or tv, but an actual person singing. "M...Mark?" I called slowly sitting up from a slight head ache. "Mark?" I walked out the bedroom wearing just my boxers and dressing robe. Mark was in the kitchen singing whilst cooking breakfast. "I'lll be watching yooooouuu..." He smiled to himself before turning around and noticing me. "Oh hiya sleepy...did i wake you?" Mark laughed. Why's he so happy? Shouldn't he be nursing his hangover? "Morning..." I yawned a little whilst sitting down at the table. "Breakfast?" He served some bacon and eggs onto a plate. "Urghh... not for me thanks...just some toast please.." Even though i didn't drink much last night i still had a slight hangover. "Had too much to drink last night did you Barlow?" He walked over and started to make me some toast. "Erm...n...not really...unlike you..." Is he happy about kissing me last night? "I can't even remember how much i drank." He handed me my toast. "Can you remember anything from last night?" Maybe he didn't drink as much as i thought. "Meh." Mark shrugged and sat opposite me at the table with his breakfast. "That didn't answer my question... and where's Yasmin?" He's avoiding the question now.. "She went to the beach not long ago...maybe you two should make up... not as in get together... i mean she is pregnant and needs all the support she can get... even if i'm not fond of her at this moment after everything, but you're a good man... after all..." Mark smiled whilst biting into his toast. "Erm...y..yeah... i guess so... erm...Thanks mate.." Why does it suddenly feel awkward between us? I've known Mark a good part of my career one kiss surly can't change things...right? "Gaz? Are you still with us??" I felt someone shake my arm. "Huh?" I shook my head. Shit i was lost with my thoughts! "You were miles away...are you okay?" He grinned again finishing his breakfast. "Erm Mark..." I've got to tell him... or at least see if he remembers... "Yeah uh?" He ran his fingers through his brown floppy fringe. "C...Can you remember anything which happened....last night...?" I swallowed hard playing with my fingers under the table. Why am i so nervous?! "....Some parts..." He cleared his throat. "Can you remember me taking you to bed....?" I asked looking up a bit meeting his eyes. "Yeah...?" For some reason he seemed like it was a natural thing... that is if he does remember fully. "Well...erm... you wanted to tell me something...and...erm...you...erm.. k...kissed...me....on the lips....and said...f...finally?" Again i looked at him seeing his facial expression. "O...Oh..." He swallowed looking down at his empty plate his cheeks were blushing slightly. The room fell silent...