Misery (John Lennon Fanfiction)

Part 24

Paul's POV:||
I walked into the pub beside her, feeling like I needed to pinch myself a little. I mean, I'd been in the pub before with the boys but not properly come in with a girl, y'know a pretty girl, y'know, who wasn't drunk.

"Do you want a drink love?" I cleared my throat, lowering my voice a little

"Sure" she nodded, listening to the band.

"They're not very good" she said, when I had returned with a beverage.

"I'm in a band y'know" I said, sipping my beer, slowly getting used to the taste.

"Oh really? What do you do?"

"I sing" I chuckled "and I uh play guitar"

"Oh really? I've got a friend just like you" Amelia smiled, sipping her own drink.

Amelia's POV:||
It only struck her that she was missing him. She hadn't seen John for a few days but she still missed him being around, not even the sex just his, his voice and his presence.

Paul's POV:||
I looked across the room vaguely and spotted John and the boys, surrounded by their usual groupies.

"Hey, some of my friends are here. Let's go say hello?"

"Alright" she nodded, holding onto his arm as they manoeuvred through the crowd.

"Hey, hey Johnny" I grinned, he smiled up at me but looked down, pulling the girl at his side closer to his face, once he had seen Amelia. Her grip tightened momentarily on my arm and she swallowed, taking a sip of her drink.

"John...John?" I prompted, tearing him away from sucking the face off of the girl.

"Mhm" he looked up, slightly annoyed, probably at the prospect of me stopping him.

"This is-"

"Minnie" he nodded

"Hi John" she smiled politely.

"You two know each other?" I cocked an eyebrow

"Yeah we've met, a word Paul?" He said, grabbing my shoulder and leading me into the filth of the men's room.

"What the fuck!" He cursed "Are you serious?"

"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows. He ran a hand through his hair with frustration, taking a deep breath.

"That's the girl! That's my girl." He sighed, clenching his jaw

"Your girl? Well hey I mean didn't seem like you cared too much when you were giving Thelma CPR out there" I laughed

"She's the one Paul." He growled a little "Remember, the other night, the girl who...who was jus makin out with some dickhead."

"Oh" I coughed a little, scratching the back of my head.

"Oh god don't tell me you've fucked her too? Just like every other goddamn son of a bitch-"

"What? No John, no I haven't" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Look I uh, I'm sorry for moving in on your girl, I'll step off...why don't you talk to her and try to work it out?" I suggested

John splashed some cool water on his face from the tap and fixed his hair in the mirror. "Sure...sure" he sighed, I followed him out the door. "Just take care of Thelma for me will ya?" He said, spinning his former partner into my arms as she danced past us.

"Hi" I cleared my throat "I'm Paul."