This Boy | j.l. [complete]

Chapter 6

    The next night I was back on stage, singing my little heart out. The whole night I was smiling, swaying and dancing knowing I'd get the chance to see John again, I couldn't help the giggles and laughs that escaped my mouth and how everybody seemed in a good mood. As I looked to the back of the club, Paul popped in from the door, with Stuart behind him. They looked around, spotted me and rushed up to the front

"Eh Larry, what time is your show over?" Paul asked frantically

"Ten minutes," Larry said puzzled

"Shit," Paul cussed, pulling his eyebrows to furrow

"He'll be fine Paul, wouldn't make a difference if she was there or not regardless if he wants her." Stuart said in a hushed tone

"That's just it, he wants her and right now he could use her," Paul bit his then looked up at me.

As the song came to an end, I looked at Paul who was standing there with his arms crossed. Stuart looked a lot less worried, but his eyes still had a sense of caution to them. I sighed to myself, knowing Paul was waiting on me and sat on the edge of the stage, giving him a look of curiosity.

"What's wrong?" I asked, Paul came closer and cupped his hands around my ear

"John got in a fight out in an alley way after our show, he's okay but we asked him what he could do and he said get you," Paul whispered

"Hold on," I scratched the back of my head and stood up, looking at Will with a smile

"Will, you think you could finish up without me?" I asked

"Not if you're heading off with those two," Will scoffed

"It has nothing to do with them," I said, biting the inside of my lip

"Sure, because they didn just waltz in here looking for you in a panic." Will said rolling his eyes

"Please," I pouted

Will sighed, "Fine, but if I hear that you end up around John, it's the end of you," Will spoke sternly

"Thank you," I smiled giving will a quick hug and jumping off stage

"Come on then," I said walking past Stuart and Paul, they shrugged at each other and walked after me out into the street.

"So, what happened to John exactly?" I questioned with a shiver

"He got in a fight with a drunk guy, long story short the drunk guy was a lot bigger and John got pretty battered, so now he's in our room or whatever you want to call it," Paul explained

"Poor thing, what was the fight over?" I asked rubbing my arms

"I think the drunk guy picked it for not reason, that or knowing John he probably started running his mouth for no reason." Stu shrugged

"Bloody people," I shook my head

"Here," Stuart said handing me his jacket

"Thanks Stu," I smiled wrapping it around my arms

We got to their room and John laid on the bed with his eyes closed, bruised and bloody. George and Pete sat there looking at him. He didn't seem to be screaming in pain, I expected him just to brush is off and continue on but whoever he got into the fight with must have knocked the wind out of him, that or he was lazy.

"Hi John," I smiled, he opened one eye and smiled

"You two didn't clean him up?" I asked

"We don't know how, thought he could do it himself." George shrugged

"Fine, Stuart go get me a warm cloth and Paul if you can find it, something in the medical box to help so the cuts won't get infected" I sighed sitting on John's bed, I placed a hand on his cheek and kissed his forehead

"I don't  need cleaning up," John mumbled sitting up

"You don't think you do but its better that I do this, no matter how tough you want to seem."

"Here," Stuart said handing me the warm cloth

"Thanks love," I smiled to Stuart, proceeding to wipe up some of the blood and dirt residing on John's face

"Is this what you want?" Paul asked handing me a bottle of rubbing alcohol

"Yes, thank you" I said putting some onto the cloth

"I'm not gonna sugar coat this John, it's gonna sting" I said as he placed a hand on my knee and squeezed it

"Just don't fuck me face up, yeah?"

"I think the guy you fought with beat me to it," I smiled sarcastically

"Cheeky," He said plainly

I started dabbing on the alcohol and he scrunched up his face pushing my hand away, I rolled my eyes and stood up walking over to the sink and ran the cloth under some cold water. I went back over to John and cleaned up the rest of his face with water. After John's face was cleaned up I gave him another kiss on his cheek and cupped his face.

"How'd you learn to do that?" Paul asked

"What?" I asked

"Make him stay calm before, during and after" Paul smirked

"I know my way around stubborn bastards," I chuckled earning an eye roll from John

"Are you sticking around here tonight?" George asked

"I wish," I sighed "But if Will caught me here  he'd murder me."

"Come on, stay the night, he'll never know," John said

"You sure?" I asked

"Just say you lost track of time and checked into a cheep motel," Paul shrugged

I sighed "I guess so."

"You're bunking with John though," Pete laughed

"Really?" I said sarcastically and Pete rolled his eyes

"You gonna sleep in a dress?" George asked

"Oh shoot," I snapped my fingers and sighed

"Grab one of my shirts outta my suitcase, you can sleep in that," John suggested

"Thanks Johnny," I smiled kissing his nose and walking over to his suitcase, I grabbed a shirt and went to change, then came back out and sat next to John

"Lights out," Pete said as everyone shoved into their beds, John pulled me next to him and I rested my head in the crook of his neck

"Night," He said kissing my head

"Goodnight," I smiled cupping the other side of his neck and kissing below his jawline.

Goodnight indeed.