The Beatles Imagines ❤️

| John |

"What's wrong, Em?" John asked his girlfriend as he lay down next to her on her bed, wrapping his arm around her and looking at her intently.
"Oh-it's nothing." Emery said, staring straight at her bureau.
"Emery, you can tell me." John told her, caressing her hand with his thumb.
"You'll think I'm weak. And dramatic." She looked over blankly at him.
"You're not weak. Crying is normal."
"Fine," she sighed, "My parents are fighting. Again. They have since I was 10. They're the reason I have anxiety. I just don't know why they don't divorce! That would make it even sadder, but at least the fighting would stop. I just want it to stop. Stop stop stop." Emery said, putting her hands on her head.
"Calm down." John soothed her, pulling her into him.
"They're the reason I have panic attacks. With my dad's drug addiction, money spending, and my fucking mom with her shrewdness. She is terrible. Absolutely terrible, John! She puts my dad down, she puts me down! She is such a hypocrite and she definitely hates me. She is the complete opposite of me. I wanted to go live with my grandma when I was younger because she was much more like me. She understood me. I just can't-I want it-I want it to stop." She sobbed, tears streaming down her face, hyperventilating.
"Breathe, Emery." John pulled away from her, holding her shoulders.
Emery looked at John's shirt, breathing heavily, fiddling with her hands.
John trapped her hands, but then her shoulders started to shake.
"Oh, fuck Em." He breathed.
"Just kiss me." He told her.
Emery put her hands on the back of his neck and kissed John Winston Lennon like there was no tomorrow.
John was very taken aback, but he enjoyed the kiss. He needed her to distract herself with something.
"Are you ok?" He asked her.
Out of breath and frantic, she nodded, tear marks down her face but still as gorgeous as ever.
"No you're not. You're not recovered. Your heart can't do this." He lightly grabbed her wrist from behind his neck, feeling her rapid pulse.
"I want to." She protested.
"I know, I do too, but you have to calm down first." He told her, cupping her cheek and caressing it.
"I just said that to distract you. But trust me, we will do more than kissing later." He grinned, looking at Emery, who grinned through her heavy breathing as she clutched her chest.
"Calm down. I'm here." He hugged her gently, stroking her hair and letting her calm down.
"You can't keep letting yourself get worked up like this. Those people choose to fight in front of you. That's terrible. They know how irresponsible and immature that is, and they hurt you. So don't let them." John looked down at her hair.
"I know, it's just, I get so anxious when I'm away from them. When I'm with them, I just act stoic and calm. But then when I'm away, I just-I just break. My chest feels like it's going to explode and then my bottled up feelings release." Emery explained, wiping a tear from her eye.
"I'm sorry, love. I know how you feel. But you'll get through it. I'm with you every step of the way." John kissed your forehead.
"Thank you. I love you."
"I love you too, forever."

Eventually, Emery calmed down and her and John definitely did more than kissing.
"Is your chest ok?" John asked her.
"Yes, but if it wasn't, screw it. I want this to happen." She said.
"Got ya, miss." John turned her over onto the bed and...things happened from there.