One More Cup Of Coffee

Sick Paul pt. 2

Paul came in the next day earlier than he normally did, that being 20 minutes before closing, with George at his side. A hard expression was set in stone on George's face, a stark contrast to Paul's huge adorable grin.

"Johnny!!"

"Macca!!! Are you alright?? Do you feel better?!"

Paul raced up to John and nodded vigorously. "It must've been you laying with me, that's what fixed me."

Ringo raised an eyebrow and smirked at John. "Laid with him, eh?"

John rolled his eyes and turned his gaze back to the most gorgeous man in the universe.

Paul and George were whispering about something, George's face beet red. "Geo, how bout you go chill with Ringo while I stay here with John."

Ringo smiled warmly at George, who blushed deeply and looked away. So George likes Ringo!!!! All of the questions about Ritch were for George!!! John sighed in relief.

Paul smiled at John and sat on the counter right in front of him.

"Can I braid your hair?" He asked, his eyes big and pleading.

George leaned over and whispered, "He's hopped up on pain and flu meds."

John laughed and turned back to Paul, now noticing how huge Paul's pupils were.

Paul stared at John, "I wanna brain your hair. Lemme do it!!"

"Alright, alright!" John chuckled, taking his hair out of the messy bun and giving Paul full access.

Paul clapped excitedly and ran his fingers through John's long auburn hair. "Pretty..."

John was grateful for the fact that he was facing away from Paul, so he couldn't see the massive blush that had overtaken his face.

A shiver shot through John's spine as Paul's elegant fingers brushed his neck.

"Aaaand... done!!" Paul exclaimed, tying the braid off with a rubber band. John, now facing Paul, blushed as his crush moved stray hairs out of his face.

Paul stared into John's eyes, a stupid smile on his face. He placed a quick kiss on John's cheek and climbed off the counter.

He just- he kissed me... He only did it cause he's high off his arse, it doesn't mean anything. John touched the place where Paul kissed him, his cheek burning.

Paul walked around the empty shop, humming and spinning randomly. John was so in love with him.

He tore his lovesick gaze away from Paul and went to the back to check on George and Ringo.

"Really guys?!" John exclaimed, watching the pair essentially eat each other's faces off. He quickly covered his eyes and ran away. They didn't seem to notice him.

"John John John Johnny Jo-hnny," Paul mumbled to himself, sitting on the cold dirty floor with a stupid smile on his face.

John chuckled a bit and went to sit next to him. Paul grinned widely at him. "You alright there, Macca?"

Paul, still smiling stupidly, shook his head, "I gotta- gotta barf real bad."

John's eyes widened, "Oh shit-". He scooped up Paul urgently and brought him to the employee bathroom, where he promptly puked his guts out.

Rubbing circles on his back, John crouched next to Paul as he threw up. "Good lad... get it all out..."

When Paul had finished, he wouldn't look at John. He shakily stood up and washed his hands.

John grabbed his hand before he could snatch it away and went to make him a drink.

"D'you think I'm pretty?" Paul asked, staring intently at John.

"O-Of course!!" John blushed deeply.

"Even while puking?" Paul frowned. 

John hugged Paul tightly, "Even while puking."

Paul rested his head on John's shoulder and closed his eyes. "I think I gotta throw up again," he mumbled.

With a sigh, John took him back to the bathroom and sat next to him as Paul sat with his head hovering over the toilet.

"It hurts Johnny..." Paul whined, "I thought the medicine was supposed to make the hurt go away..."

"I know love, I know," John combed his fingers through Paul's hair soothingly.

"Shit-" came George's voice, "How long has he been doing this?"

John frowned at how miserable Paul looked, "First round was around five minutes, we've been here for two, I wanna say."

"Paul, you wanna go home?" George asked, rubbing Paul's shoulder.

Paul nodded weakly, slumping against John.

"I can take him to my place," John said quickly, "I don't have to work tomorrow or anything."

An unsure expression crossed George's face, "I don't know..."

"I wanna go with John," Paul said, shakily standing up.

George nodded and left the small bathroom, but not before shooting one last concerned look at Paul.

John hooked his arm under Paul's, holding him up while walking to the car. "I'm really sorry, Macca babe..."