#robbiewilliams

Over the last twenty years, they have moved approximately seven times. However, they are never too far away from one another. At this moment, they need ten minutes to walk from one place to the other and three if they take their cars.

The woman sighs. Her bedroom is dark and only a bit of light is shining through the (almost closed) blinds into the small space. For some unbeknownst reason, one of the street lamps is right underneath the window. Usually, she doesn’t mind it. After all this time she has gotten somewhat used it being there. Mark hasn't. He always whines about it whenever he sleeps over.

He loves to make witty comments about it too, something along the lines of "one day I’ll fucking toss a stone at it". Y/N would laugh until they fell asleep. Like teenagers, in a way. Yeah, like teenagers.

Right now, however, it doesn’t make it easier for her to fall asleep. It’s almost like it’s her first night trying to ignore it.

They both have their traditions. Like any other couple, she assumes. For example, whenever Mark finishes a Take That Tour he always comes to her apartment first. Always! When the last concert ends, he jumps into the very first plane to return home to her. In some interview, which took place ages ago Gary explained that Mark is almost like a maniac in that way: “He always calls a taxi during the time we prepare for our encore.“ “I have to get back to her.”

He eventually walks through the door, and drops everything he owns, before joining her in bed (considering how he mostly arrives throughout the night). Then Y/N makes a sleepy comment whining about his smell. Tells him to take a shower first. „God, where are your manners? You stink.“ He only laughs and whispers:“ I couldn’t wait…Can you blame me? I have the most beautiful woman in the world waiting for me in our bed… and you’re telling me to take a shower before seeing her? You’re being crazy.” She would giggle like a schoolgirl. Then they’d kiss.

It‘s currently 5 AM. All planes that departed from Brazil yesterday evening should’ve landed in London at around 3 AM. The drive from the airport to her place is 18 to 20 minutes. Mark should be here by now. Next to her. She should have complained about his bad smell two hours ago. Y/N swallows thickly. She feels sick to her stomach.

She wanted to talk to him about it on the phone. About Robbie and the whole movie situation. But Mark didn’t. "I just- I want you to know, that I never cheated on you.“, she explained after a few seconds of suffocating silence:“ Never! I need you to know that. I know this looks bad. But I never did that. The moment we both got together, Rob and… Robbie and I never touched one another again.“ But by the time she finished speaking, he had already hung up on her.

Y/N sighs while slowly sitting up. Something hefty is laying on her heart. It’s been there for a while now. Her eyes shift to her wedding ring, which sits neatly on the small table next to her bed. Mark‘s fingerprint is on the inside of it and the glow from the outside is reflecting on the gold. God, how she misses him.

Suddenly, she hears how someone unlocks the front door and without wasting a second she stands up. Y/N quickly makes her way down the stairs and towards the hallway. And once she gets to the doorframe she makes eye contact with her husband. He puts his suitcase down with peaceful force. The sound of it echoed through the silent apartment. Something is hiding in his gaze; he‘s hurt. There is no denying the truth.

And Y/N comprehends that she is the one to blame for it. They both stare at one another before Mark tosses his keys into a small bowl next to the mirror.