This Boy | j.l. [complete]

Chapter 20

I woke up the next morning to my mother yelling up to me from downstairs. My head was feeling better but I still felt physically drained, I just wanted to spend my whole life in bed with the lights off, wasting away everyday. With a muffled grumble I sat up and rubbed my eyes, then once I found my voice I yelled back.

"What?" I yelled

"Two boys are here, said they need to talk to you!" She shouted

"Give me a minute, I'll be down," I answered with a groan getting out of bed and walking to my closet

I got slipped on a black skirt and a red blouse, I rubbed off the remains of my make up and started fresh again with little make up. My hair was kept in curlers, it was just a matter of taking them out and brushing through my hair quickly, I took one look in my mirror and rolled my eyes before walking out of my room and down the steps. At the bottom stood Paul and George both dressed in their everyday leather gear, but since Brian started throwing them into suit it was a mixture of both.

"What?" I asked, looking at them both tiredly

"We came to talk to you about John," Paul spoke

"I don't want to talk about John," I grumbled

"Just come with us, it's important," George said bluntly 

"The last thing I want to do is leave this house."

"You got dressed, didn't you?" Paul pointed out, I rolled my eyes once again and got off the steps.

I put on some shoes and my jacket, then yelled to my mum that I was leaving. We headed out the door and started walking up the street towards the bus stop. No one made any real conversation, it was more like an awkward a silence and I was fine with it but that peacefulness wouldn't last forever.

"Johns been really off lately," Paul started looking over at me

"He didn't tell us what happened between you two he just said you were the reason," George added

"How's he been off?" I asked curiously

"He keeps saying he doesn't want to play, always talking about how he doesn't want to be in front of people. It's been hell trying to get him on stage, even Brian doesn't know what to do," Paul sighed stuffing his hands in his pockets 

"Can you at least tell us what happened?" George asked

I looked at my feet as we walked, thinking of the best way to explain the situation, "I got a manager, and I ended up having a meeting with him —"

"What's his name?" Paul interrupted

"Thomas Alexander, I'm sure you know him were he's Brian's "competition" or whatever," I answered

"Yeah, we know him," George said

"Thomas offered me a recording contract and I signed it, so I went to tell John. But when I did John told me I couldn't do it, that he was supposed to be the one making records and becoming famous, that if I went through with the deal he would end our relationship," I explained

"Well fuck," Paul sighed shaking his head

"If I can't live my dream and be with him, then what's the point?" I shrugged

"Well we're going to talk to him," George said as we stopped at the bus stop

"I don't want to talk to him, he's the last person I was to see," I argued taking a step back from them

"Well he's hopeless without you, I suggest you talk to him because if you don't then we're not gonna get a record contract either," Paul grabbed my wrist as the bus pulled up and dragged me on with them

"Paul!"

"It'll be worth is Ruth, come on," George said sitting down as Paul sat me next to him.

My stomach began to turn, I felt the same way as when I was preforming for Epstein. John was stubborn, there was no way that he would want to talk to me, but it was obviously too late to back out now.