McLennon Oneshots

The Date

9th June, 1957

If there was one thing that Paul hated about all of this, it was the fact that John had never taken him on a date. They had been in a relationship for 5 months now... 5 months, and not once had he and John had a romantic afternoon or evening.

It wasn't that John didn't want to. He honestly did want to take Paul out, and to treat the boy he loved. But he couldn't. Taking Paul out on a date was a risk that neither John and Paul could take.

Unfortunately, there was a list of things that John and Paul couldn't do together in public. The couldn't walk holding hands, kiss in public, have a romantic meal in a restaurant, or go to the cinema together. Well, they could go to the cinema, but as friends.

John wanted to be able to take Paul to the cinema and hold his hand. He wanted to be able to hold him if there was a scary part of the movie, or run his hands through his hair if he was getting sleepy. He wanted to kiss him both before and after the movie had started-

But it was illegal.

And now Paul's birthday was approaching, and John wanted to desperately to do something special for Paul. A date was something that most straight couple took for granted, but for both John and Paul, it would be like a dream come true.

He was going to take Paul on a date. He didn't know where, but he was determined he was going to do it.

However, he only had a week to plan it.

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John was quickly approaching George's three bedroomed semi-detached house, which he had been in multiple times before. Both John and Paul had shared many kisses in that house, and the thought made the boy blush.

Louise, George's mother, was sat in the garden reading a book.

"Mrs Harrison?" The kind woman looked up.

"Oh, hello there, John." She smiled. "Come in, love. Just push the gate open, my dear."

John nodded, doing as she said and pushing the metal gate open.

"I guess you're looking for George?"

"Yeah. Is he in?"

"Of course. He's sat upstairs playing that silly six string his grandfather got him." She chuckled. "Should I call him down?"

"Oh, no. You don't need to get up... I'll go and get him." John spoke, showing off his 'Lennon charm', as Paul liked to call it.

"Oh right." Louise smiled, picking her book back up.

He called for George as soon as he closed the door behind him, and a voice called back.

"John? Is that you?" John made his way upstairs, past George's sibling's rooms and towards his tiny one.

"Of course it's me." John said as he threw the door open. George was indeed sat on his bed, playing his guitar.

"Why are you here? You never come here anymore. You're always at Paul's house." George spoke, looking at John like he was a detective, and John had committed several crimes.

"Well actually, I came here about Paul."

"You came here about Paul?" George asked, in shock.

"Mhm."

"Let me guess, you just remembered that it's his birthday soon, and you had forgot. You came here to ask me for help."

"Well... Sort of. But I didn't forget." George raised an eyebrow. "Look George." He closed the bedroom door behind them. "I just need help with getting him a present."