The Lovecats - McLennon

Chapter 7

6th October 1862

Paul was standing there and was too stunned to speak. Everything was happening so fast. And this John man, shit. Why was all this happening? Why was he in his house? It sounded so unreal. Until he heard a knock on the door.

„Macca open the door please." Paul rushed to the door and immediately opened it and found John Lennon who was pushing a bed inside the room. 'Didn't he look adorable?' Paul smiled at him with an amused grin and watched him carefuly.

„Are you going to keep looking at me or will you help me?" John said, he tried to sound bothered about the situation but well, he obviously failed.

Paul flinched, realised that John was staring at him so he took the bed to his hands right from the other side, opposite John.

They placed it beside John's bed, didn't look at eachother while they were doing it, and who could blame them.

„Paul I'm ready to sleep and I am going to change in the other room alright? You can change here." John said and looked at Paul. Few seconds later, John took his nightshirt and left the room.

Paul took his briefcase and opened it. He went through his clothing and realised that he had forgotten to pack his nightwear. „Shit." He muttered. He decided to wait for John with hope that John would borrow him something.

He heard a knock on the door. „Macca? Can I enter?" John uttered behind the door.

„Yes." Was all what Paul answered.

John entered the room. He was observing Paul who was not changed in his nightwear.

„Um, John?" Paul said with a shy voice.

John raised his eyebrow questionably. „Yes Paulie?"

„I've forgotten my nightwear in my old house. Do you by any chance have anything that you could borrow me?" Paul said, his cheeks were flustering red at the idea of John borrowing him his clothes.

John who was discerning the word 'old house' widened his eyes. 'We will talk about that one.'
Then he blushed too. „Um- of course." He rushed to his closet and picked up a white nightshirt which he handeled to Paul. „Here."

„Thank you." Paul said and walked out of John's room to get changed and closed the door behind himself.

He changed in the hallway and put together his clothes. While he was putting on John's nightshirt he sniffed it. It smelled like John which he loved. In the end he was actually lucky because if he had taken his nightwear he wouldn't be able to wear John's. That nightshirt was made from amazing and soft material. He loved this one more than the one he had forgotten at home.

When he was finished with cherishing his nightshirt he opened the door, and found John sitting on his bed.

John instantly locked eyes with Paul. They shared the same old stare again. John checked out Paul's look in his nightwear. John couldn't stop thinking about how adorable Paul was in his clothes and how beautiful was his fluffy ebony hair. John winked at the astonishing Paul and Paul smiled back at him, with butterflyes that rised in his stomach.

„Let's go to sleep Johnny, at least for these few hours." Paul interspersed their staring session.

„Alright Macca." John answered and crawled to his bed. Paul eyed the bed beside John's and crawled on it. Then he turned, eyed the wall so he didn't have to look at John who was already looking at him.

„Paul?" John spoke up with soft voice.

„Mhm." Paul turned to face John.

They pierced their eyes together again.

„Thanks for helping me today when I was not feeling well. It means so much to me y'know. Nobody has ever helped me and cared for me like you did in my entire life and you made me feel calm and well." John spoke up, still didn't look away from Paul's eyes.

„John that's alright, I'm always here to help and I am happy to help you. You can talk to me anytime if there's something. And also thank you for letting me stay here. I would literally be sleeping somewhere outside if you didn't help me out." Paul giggled and it made John go crazy. „Thank you." Paul finished.

„I'm so lucky that I've met somebody so astonishing like you in a pub at 3am." John chuckled.

Paul gave him a sweet smile. „I am lucky too."

And they continued to stare at one another for few another minutes until John spoke up.

„Goodnight Macca."

„Goodnight John."

And with that they closed their eyes, still were turned to eachother.