𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞- 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫

p a r t - T w o - D u r a n n e t t e

Date; 1983
Location; The Pub
Warnings; swearing

An hour passes as many drinks have been consumed- I'm on my third white wine? I only drink in necessary situations and tonight has been more than necessary.

Every now and then, I've been caught in the action of staring into John's luscious brown eyes by the man himself who returns the favour of staring into my green ones; even I have to admit, my eyes go terribly green once I've been crying. Either I look really attractive right now, or I look like a red-faced puffy mess. Either way, I don't think John seems to mind!

"S-shots anyone?" An intoxicated Andy questions as he attempts to pull himself up from his chair, falling over his own feet in the process. This distracts mine and John's gazing game as I look towards helping Andy.

"Whoops, I fell over the air, again-" He stutters as Simon and I pull him up. I send a tilted head, confused look towards Andy as he smiles. We put him down on the sofa next to Roger as Andy immediately leans onto a vexed roger, putting his head on his shoulder.

Wish I could do that to John-

"Frankie, come over here for a minute?" Simon questions, as I look to his direction: Simon, Nick, John and I are the only ones that are somewhat sober. I place down my wine glass onto the bar as I make a beeline for the three men who are sat at a table. I place myself purposely on a chair next to John's.

"Gosh, what have I walked into, an interrogation?" I chuckle, earning a chorus of laughs from the boys. I look to John as he laughs; why is he so cute? His eyes light up, acing as a beacon towards the whole room, his sweet chords of his laugh immediately striking my heart as I can't help but smile at him. I direct my smile towards Simon and Nick also, to not make myself seem totally obvious.

"Ok so, Frankie, I have a proposition for you!" Simon clasps his hand together, leaning on the table In front of me. I raise an eyebrow smiling, unsure about what Simon is about to suggest, my heart racing from nervousness.

"Frankie, don't look so scared, he's not about to shoot you!" John states, causing the other two to chuckle once more as I playfully punch his arm.

"Frankie; what would you say I'd I asked you to join Duran Duran?" He winces his eye as they all wait in anticipation for my answer.

This is the opportunity of a lifetime- it would show who's the bigger person from Tears for Fears and as a bonus; I'd be with John all-the-time!

"YES! I'LL JOIN DURAN DURAN!" I yell, jumping up, frightening Andy on the sofa behind us as he falls off, face planting the ground once more today.

As the boys chorus a cheer, as John hooks his arm around my neck, throwing his hand high in the air. My face lands upon his chest as I laugh, covering up the fact I want to scream right now. That familiar smell of aftershave mixed with alcohol hits my nostrils once more as I enjoy it once more.

"You'll be up front with Simon, Frankie, you've got the best voice ever!" John compliments as he releases me, my body not wanting to let go, as I restrain myself from hugging him again, a bright smile displayed on my face. The compliment makes my heart feel warm and complete; as a singer, that's the highest compliment you can get; and coming from John Taylor is a different story.

"Sod you Curt Smith and Roland Orzabalal-" Andy mixes up Roland's surname as he holds a pint high.

"THIS'LL BE A KICK TO THE TEETH, HEY!" Nick shouts, quietly fist-bumping the air in celebration as we all laugh.

Simon brings over a mass of shots on a tray, carefully walking so not to trip up.

"A toast to our new Duranette," He gracefully hands me a shot as I take it with a smile, John mirroring me as I look up to him subtly, "And to a shit ton of fame!" Roger adds as we all cheer, downing the shot. The liquid stings the back of my throat as I begin to splutter, holding a hand on my chest.