the beatles imagines

i haven't gone anywhere (john)

he sat in his bed, flipping through old photographs of you both. you had left him just a year earlier, and it was obviously only getting more worst for john as the days, weeks, and months passed by.

that was until march 2, 1964. you had decided to reach out to john, after all you did miss him. no matter how hard you tried not to.

you dialed his phone number at a local payphone, the ringing only increasing your anxiety. finally his soft scouse accent came through the speakers like a punch to the face.

"hullo?" he gruffed.

"john! oh my God! you answered." you gasped, smiling.

"(y/n)?" he questioned.

"yes, it's me. how have you been? my God it's been forever!" you couldn't believe he had answered. he still sounded the same, that was what enticed you about him from the get go.

"i-i'm uh well, yeah. you?"

"i'm good johnny! i missed you." you admitted.

"i haven't gone anywhere. it was you who left me, (y/n), do you remember?" he replied, those feelings of angst returning ever so slowly.

"i-i know i haven't been the best (girlfriend/partner/ boyfriend) to you john, but Christ! i'm trying. my mom got sick, dad needed the extra help. mom's better now and so is dad." you explained.

it was almost as if john let out a soft cry, "i've missed you so much (y/n)! this isn't how it was supposed to be!"

"john, john, listen to me. i'll be in town soon, wanna grab some lunch?" you sighed.

"sounds good." he replied, jotting it down in his notebook.

"see you then. phone's about to end. i can't wait to see you." you smiled as the line went dead.

john smiled to himself as he starred the lunch date he was having with you, closing his notebook and light before falling asleep.