It's only love

A kiss.

Pauls point of view

Paul drunkenly stumbled into his room after John, and closed the door. "Ey I...want some water..y'want any?" Paul slurred.

"I wanna drink! Les' go down to a bar macca!" John looked at him then tripped on a shoe, falling on the bed, sending him into a fit of giggles.

"Yeah yeah thas' a good idea! I'll get Ritchie an' Geo!" Paul jiggled the doorknob and let out a whine "Jooohhnn 's locked!"

John kept giggling. "I..hehehe...need t'drink..ah well." Paul walked over and tripped on the same shoe, falling on top of him.

"Oh sorry..Johnny..." Pauls eyes drifted to his lips and he leaned in a little. 'I wanna kiss 'em..'

"..'s no..problem..."

Suddenly they were kissing, not a sweet kiss but a rough kiss.

Out in the living room, George and Ringo were chatting quietly, but also listening, to hear if the plan worked. And it sure did.
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Paul woke up in the morning, John was sitting on the side of the bed getting dressed. "..John did we..you know..." Paul blushed.

"No. We just kissed. Don't talk about it." John got up and Paul grabbed his hand. "Don't touch me right now, macca I need to think." John jerked his hand away and walked out.

'...he doesn't want me to touch him...oh god he hates me now!' Pauls eyes teared up and a few rolled down his cheeks, making his head pound from the hangover. He slowly got dressed and went out into the living room tear stains on his red cheeks. "Mornin'.."

"Well good morning to you sunshine." George handed him a piece of toast and a glass of water. "You and John were hammered last night!" George noticed the tear stains. 'Shit what did John do..' He thought.