All My Loving <Paul McCartney fanfic>

Chapter 23

John's PoV
Paul and I turned out heads towards the now awake little Bella. She was looking at Paul, in a sort of scared yet happy way. i suppose she was happy to see him yet scared he was going to hurt her because of what she did. it took a few seconds for paul to run over to her...
"oh my god, Bella. youre okay. god. why why did you do that? you scared the hell out of me." he wrapped his arms around her as i leaned against the wall to watch. it was cute. until i saw tears runnin down bellas face. why was she crying?
she caught my eye and i mouthed to her, 'are you okay?' Instead of responding, she closed her eyes and silently sobbed on pauls shoulder. at that point i was unsure on whether paul knew she was crying or not.
I watched as he rocked her back and forth. As he pulled away his doe eyes widened.
"Oh my god! Bella you're crying!"
She sniffled and looked at me. I gave her a reassuring smile. She managed to squeak out,
"Are you mad at me?"
I think it was aimed at both of us so as I shook my head, paul whispered "no. I could never be mad at you. Just please never do that again..."
She nodded "I promise. I don't know what I was thinking..." Her eyes filling up with tears again. I walked over to her bed and wiped her tears away.
"Hey. Shhh it's okay. We're not mad. It's fine Bella." She smiles and nodded.
Bella's pov
As I nodded the door opened and ringo walked in. I gulped. As paul got up to talk to him, John wrapped his arms around me, in a protective, brotherly way. I smiles at him and he returned the smile.
"I saved her!" I heard ringo shout at paul.
"But she doesn't want to see you! She doesn't like you! When will you realise?! You raped my sister and I'm not letting you anywhere near her. Whether you saved her or not!" Paul retorted.
I buried my face in crook of John neck.
"Ay lads do you think
you be a little quieter or maybe go somewhere else?" John said with a hint of anger in his voice as he held me close to him.
I suppose that John was annoy her older brother for me. A protective brother who was always willing to help me through anything. He was always there with his arms open for me to run into. I held onto the back of his shirt tightly and I heard footsteps getting closer. He whispered in my ear,
"Hey don't worry. He's gone. Ringos gone now. It's only me and paul." I could feel his hot breath on my ear.
I pulled away from his neck and looked at paul. He smiles at me and wrapped an arm around my neck. I smiled back and then looked at John. I was glad that they had such a close bond. Other wise, I wouldn't have two amazing brothers who cared for me so much.