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Chapter Nineteen - I'm Looking Through You

     Y/N's Pov:

     It was a nice Sunday morning, as I was sitting by the kitchen window, looking out at the view and having a coffee. Suddenly, John came running in the kitchen and had trouble stopping himself entering the kitchen from the speed he was going at.

     "How much coffee did you drink this morning, darling?" I laughed. "What happened to no running in the house?"

     "It's Jane! And Paul!" He said, panting. I knew this was serious by the fact that he didn't make a snarky or funny remark back at my jokes.

     "What's wrong?" I asked, as he was trying to catch his breath.

     "Jane, she -" John tried to tell me and breathe normally at the same time.

     "Sit down, and breathe in and out slowly. Tell me after." I told him, sitting him down next to me at the table. As he took a final deep breath in, I asked again,

     "What's wrong, John?"

     "Jane dumped Paul on the BBC!" He replied, yelling in anger. "How could she do that to him? She's an arse!"

     "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I said, trying to process what he just told me. "Jane broke up with Paul on TV?!" I asked, clarifying. "That doesn't sound like something she would do." I added.

     "Well, she did! I tapped it. Come look."

     He grabbed my hand gently, and led me to the living room where he had been watching the morning news. John then played the tape for me, and he was unfortunately right. Jane had broken up with Paul on live TV.

     "We have to go see Paul. I'm sure he knows by now." John told me.

     We then drove quickly over to Paul and Jane's home, which was probably going to just be his. John didn't even bother ringing the doorbell and barged in with his key that Paul had given him for emergencies.

     "John, be polite! This isn't an emergency." I warned him.

     "Yes it is! My best friend is wallowing!" He said, as he opened the door. "Oi! Paul! Y/N and I are here!" He yelled as we took off our shoes.

     "'Ello, Lennon's!" He greeted us, coming to the entrance. John then quickly embraced Paul in a brotherly fashion. Paul looked at me confused, then hugged him back anyway. "Are you okay, John?" Paul asked, concerned.

     "Am I okay? The real question is, are YOU okay?" John replied, even more concerned as he let go of his friend.

     "Yes, why?" Paul asked.

     "Shit, you don't know?"

     "Know what?"

     John looked at me, bewildered. He walked away from Paul's side and came to me. He whispered in my ear,

     "How do we tell him?"

     "Paul, did you watch the news this morning?" I asked him.

     "Not yet. I just woke up. Jane said she's doing an interview at around 10:30, so that's soon."

     "Paulie, I don't think she told you the right time." I said, looking at him. "John, did you bring the recording?" I asked, then looking up at John who was still standing next to me.

     "No, I'll quickly go and get it. Stay here." John said, leaving the house promptly.

     "Come in, Y/N." Paul said, as he started walking to the kitchen. "Want a cuppa?" He asked me."