In My Life

Chapter 28

The boys preformed great, and the crowd seemed to really get into it, singing and dancing along.

When their set ended, it seemed Paul was quite the attraction too, and I barely saw him all night as he was always drawn to a different discussion consisting of different people just bursting with questions for him. I didn't mind though. Performance nights were his nights and so he rightfully deserved all the praise he was receiving. Instead, I stuck by Eric's side for a while. We would just talk and catch up, as I'd actually become quite close to him over the weeks. It was when he hit the bottle I let him be. I didn't want to stop him from enjoying himself, yet also, was not comfortable enough to stick around. It made me realise how fragile I'd become. How I'd lost all my confidence.

"Y'alright love?" John smiled at me, taking a seat beside me.

"Yeh I'm okay." I shrugged.

"Haven't seen much of Paul tonight." He tutted in jest. "Where's he at? Leaving his lady all alone like this."

"Suppose he can't help being popular." I smiled. "A little jealous Lennon?"

He smirked at me. Things almost felt normal between us for a moment.

"Wha? Of McCartney?" He laughed. "Come off it."

I chuckled lightly to myself also, struggling to remember the last time I'd laughed with John.

"Look Sam." He stopped earnestly, frowning down at me again. "I dunno what I did to you last night that made you hate me so much, but I'm sorry. I mean it! I'm really sorry Sam. Seeing you at Mendip's this morning made me realise how much I miss having you around. I want to fix things between us."

And I'd missed him too. I'd missed how it used to be, just the two of us. But I didn't regret meeting Paul, or any of the other boys either. Change was good, right?

"I don't hate you John." I said, a subtle smile forming on the ends of my lips.

"You don't?" He gasped in delight. "So can we try again?" He asked, offering me his hand to shake.

"Have you kept your promise?" I grimaced at him solemnly.

He leaned forward to take a few short breaths in my face so I could take a whiff for myself, and smiled triumphantly as he drew back.

"Not a single drink." He winked.

"I'm pleased to see." I smiled.

"So how 'bout that hug now?" He opened his arms again.

"Go on then." I sighed.

His face lifted with delight, as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders to hug me tight, making me tense, as I was still uncomfortable to have him so close to me again, especially with such grip.

I suppose it was unfair he got such a short time to hug me, as I pushed him away after a few seconds. I still wasn't quite ready to be smothered by him, as it all felt too familiar. Though I knew he wouldn't try anything, I was still in a state of trauma from the night before.

He pulled away too, looking slightly hurt.

"Did I do something wrong?" He frowned.

I shook my head, and presented him with a sweet smile so he knew we were on good terms, before getting up and leaving him to find Paul, which he seemed pretty understanding about.

"Catch you later then Sam?" He laughed light heartedly.

"Remember to keep your promise Lennon." I called to him.