P.S. I love you (a Beatles FanFic)

08

John's P.O.V.

To be honest, I'm kind of jealous of Paul. I mean, he's my best mate and all, but that doesn't mean he has to steal my girl... My Anna. Plus, they barely know each other, and Paul's not the kind of man that would be stealing my birds when he knows that they're mine.
When I saw her laying on the couch, I didn't know what to do. Should I scream? Should I cry? Should I punch? I didn't know. But when she opened those beautiful blue eyes of hers, it was like the Heavenly Skies opened. All my terrible thoughts dropped, and I was happy that she's still with me. I told her that I love her, so that means that no matter what, I will always stay by her side. I just dearly hope she will recover soon.
After about an hour, what seemed like days, I slowly walked down the stairs from my room to see if Paul's still with Anna.
"--I'll always be here for you," I overheard Paul say in the middle of their conversation from behind the corner of the wall. What does that McCartney think he's doing? He's always over there flirting with some birds no matter how hard I try to get one for myself.
I heard Anna giggling about something Paul said to her. I'm gonna kill that asshole no matter what it takes!
"--Don't be silly. Go now before John catches you." I knew it...So Paul and Anna are planning on breaking my heart. Is that what they're doing? I can't believe I trusted that bitch.
How could you say that about her? I thought you loved her!
I do, but how can I love her if she's acting like a bitch to me with Paul?!
Maybe you heard it the wrong way...It may be different than you think it is.
Oh whatever.
"--Bye Anna."
"Bye Paul." I heard footsteps coming for the stairs. I had to act casual or else I would look suspicious. I bumped into Paul who was going back to his room.
"Hey John. Need anything?" He had the normal smile on his face, like always, but he's not gonna fool me this time.
"I don't need anything from you." I snapped. Paul looked at me in a very surprised way. He's definitely hiding something. No doubt about it.
"Wonder what that's all about." He mumbled to himself as I passed by him into the living room where Anna was sitting.
Once I entered the living room, I could tell Anna jumped a little when I came. What could it be that she's hiding?
"Hey beautiful. Whatcha doin?" I tried to act like nothing's going on, just so I wouldn't stress her out so much.
"Oh, hey Johnny. Nothing much. I'm thinking about going back home. I'm pretty sure my mom's worried sick about where I've been." I sat next to her on the couch and wrapped my arm around her shoulder.
"Are you sure? Don't you want to stay for just one more day?" She looked sad, as if she was telling me she really needed to go.
"Yes John, positive. I'll be back, I just have to go home. Plus, you have shows at the Cavern going on every night. You can't possibly take care of me when you've got shows planned." I knew she had to go, it was all because of my stupid shows going on. I just wanted to ask her if she really wouldn't like to stay with us. I'm sure the lads wouldn't mind- especially Paul.
"Oh okay. Speaking of shows, Anna, I have to tell you about something. Well, about two things, really. One- We decided on a new name instead of The Quarrymen- The Beatles. And two- A man came to see our gig last night and booked us a trip to Hamburg!" She looked quite surprised. I didn't know if it looked like shocked sadness or shocked delight. I couldn't tell.
"Oh John...That's great! Congrats! When are you going?" I sighed, knowing that this part wouldn't end very well.
Anna noticed this and immediately asked me, "John? What's wrong?"
"Oh nothing, love. We're leaving for Hamburg next August, but there's one thing." She looked so concerned about me. I could also see the worry in her eyes.
"And what's that?"
"It's...it's that I'm leaving for a longer amount of time. I won't be able to see you."
"Oh John. I'm sure it can't be that long. I'll be able to wait for a month." Sadness grew in my eyes, and Anna noticed as well. Her face soon dropped.
"I'm afraid we'll be gone for about two years, Anna." She gasped. Tears were forming in her eyes. She truly didn't want me to leave. Not now. Not when she just met me and we fell in love with each other. I didn't want that either, but it was the best for the lads and the band, too. I knew I had to do it, and that it will be very hard to leave her.
"No..Please don't cry, love. I know it's hard, but it will soon be over. I'll be writing to you every day. I'll write songs to you, and when I'll get back, I'll sing them for you." She smiled at the thought of me singing for her. I knew she loved my voice, and I loved singing for her just to make her happy.
"I love you, Anna."
"I love you, too, John." I leaned down to her and kissed her passionately. I loved her lips- so soft and smooth, I would kiss them all day if I could. She kissed me back, our lips moving with rhythm. I gently pushed my tongue into her mouth, asking permission, which she accepted. Anna let out a soft moan, to which gave me the sign that she wanted more. I started to pull her shirt off, and she soon started to pull mine off slowly as well. I took off my belt and kicked my pants and shoes off. Anna pulled her pants off, too, knowing that this wasn't the end. I started trailing soft kisses down her neck and chest, where she this time, let out a slightly louder moan. I clipped her bra off and threw it across the room. She pulled my boxers off, and after I went back to her lips where she smiled against them.
"I love you from the moon and back, John." She struggled speaking, since she was completely out of breath.
"I love you more than anything, Anna. You're the reason I'm still here." I managed to say those words since I was, too out of breath. Once I caught my breath I said, "Anna...you're the best kisser I've ever seen." She was pretty surprised I said that, knowing that she hasn't really kissed anyone like that.
"Really? You're not too bad yourself, Lennon."
"Thank you, my kind lady." We were now both laying naked together on the couch covered by a warm blanket. I heard George come into the living room while eating a sandwich.
"Hey guys, have you seen---What the bloody hell is going on in here?! We're you two snogging?!" He dropped his sandwich on the floor because he was so surprised by what he's seen. But I'm pretty sure that wasn't his first time seeing someone shagging another when I'm sure he's done the same at some point.
"Oh shut up, Harrison! Turn around and go back to where you came from you nosey swine!"
"Okay okay...jeez. Don't be surprised if the rest of 'em find out."
"You wouldn't."
"Oh, but I could."
"Swine," I mumbled to myself once he left the room.
"Is he gonna go blurting it out somewhere?" Anna asked me curiously.
"Nah....He knows I'm gonna kick his ass if he does. I wouldn't even think he's the type of lad to do that."
"Oh, but you never know."
"There's nothing too much to worry about."
"If you think so." I noticed it was 7:30pm now. Just a while ago it was 2:00pm. Time flies, doesn't it, now?
Anna slowly fell asleep in my arms. Oh, how even more beautiful she is when she's sleeping.
"Sweet dreams, my Black Bird."
I soon fell asleep as well, since I was so tired from not having any sleep last night because of how worried I was about Anna.

Hey there everyone!
What do you think Paul and Anna are hiding? Or is John just being jealous?
I hope you liked chapter #8 of P.S., I Love You. This was quite an interesting chapter to me, I've never written any dirty snogging like that before, but everything must start as a first! Please comment any suggestions that you have, and give the chapter a vote if you liked it! Don't forget to follow me as well!
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