Imagine it being the coldest day you could ever think of in Liverpool history. You wrapped yourself in your favorite scarf, warming your hands up by the fire John put. You wished badly it could be the way you wanted it, with you and him. You just melted when John would smile or compliment you, but you never thought he would feel the same.
"I'm making some tea if you'd like some." John said, passing by you in the living room.
"Yeah please. Have you heard from Cy-" You stopped, realizing John would be ever so furious if the name Cynthia would be spoken under his roof. John looked up puzzled by your hesitation while pouring the hot water in the cups.
"Heard from who?" He asked.
"Oh nobody, it's never good to bring someone up from the past, especially the ones that have hurt you the most." You looked down, knowing.
John walked towards you, kneeling down to meet our eyes. He smiled, cupping your face. You didn't understand why, because he never showed compassion or any type of love for you, until leaving Cynthia, never telling why either.
"You don't know how happy I am to find the one." He whispers, his lips pursed.
You hesitated, "But John I-"
"Just let this moment go by y/n..." He drifted, leaning in to meet your lips. His lips pressed against yours at this moment, you felt this was right. No matter how much you let your feelings get to you and pushing them away you did, you let it all go.
John held you close in an embrace, the fire being perfectly romantic for the timing. You both pulled away, the smiles crossed on your faces. You gave him one last kiss before saying,
"I guess you just, let it be."
A/N: Short yes I know but I'm working on my band and competing in Districts. Also I'm planning something else... :)
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From The Beatles: Book 2 {COMPLETED}
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