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

14

John's P.O.V
I can't believe what happened that night. I can't believe I lost my little girl- my Anna. And now, Paul had to take her. But I don't blame 'im, I'm a bastard, and Anna doesn't deserve a bastard like me who will constantly hurt her. I don't want her to go through that pain.
I couldn't sleep that night. Thoughts and memories kept flowing through my mind no matter what I tired to do. I kept thinking of her and how Paul must be treating her. She must feel so much better with him. I'm pretty sure they've already shagged knowing what's in that head of Paul's.
I can't remember much about what happened at the Cavern, but I know she hit me. And she hit me pretty hard. But I don't mind, I deserved it, and that made me get back to my senses, actually. She came from outside, and me, being the drunk idiot I always am, had to go and shag some other bird. I knew that it was wrong what I was doing, but I didn't really do anything about it. She was so good and tasty. Snap out of it, Lennon! Stop thinking about that whore! Go back to Anna and fight for her like a real man!
I can't do it. I don't have the guts to do after what I had done to her. She'd just throw me away like all the rest of 'em birds have done it. She hates me now.
I sat up from my bed, and went to my table, where I had my journal sitting. The hardwood floors at Mimi's were creaky, so I hope she wouldn't hear me. I sat in my chair, picked up some pen laying around, and started thinking. I have to go and get her back. I was determined to do it. I immediately started scratching something down into my journal, wondering how it will look like in the end.

Anna's P.O.V.

I looked up at the clock: 2:28 a.m. I couldn't sleep. I always had thoughts popping up in my head about John. I kept flipping and turning in bed to find an appropriate pose to sleep in. I hope I wouldn't wake Paul up who was sleeping next to me, his arms around my waist. I was happy to be with him, but it bothered me that he has to put up with my troubles in life. "Paul?" I whispered, trying to see if he's asleep. "Hmm?" He croaked, sleep filling his voice. "Are you asleep?" "Wh-what? No, no. I'm not. I'm up. Need somethin'?" He stretched, his arms finding their way around my body. I fiddled with his hair, trying to entertain myself somehow. "I can't sleep, Paul. He's always on my mind." Paul sighed, knowing that I was constantly thinking about him. He had a concerned and sad look on his face, "Anna, dear. You can't possibly think about him all day and night if he's done that to you. Just try to forget about him. It's no good thinking about a jerk like that." He pulled a strand of my hair behind my ear and kissed my cheek. "But I think about him because of what he's done. I just...can't believe it. I don't know John as a person who would do something like that, even if he's drunk!" "Anna, please just try to sleep. It'll do you good." I sighed, "Okay, Paul." I closed my eyes, slowly falling asleep now, hoping the next day will be better than the one before.

I finally fell asleep somehow at sometime. I had slept quite well, actually, after that. I woke up to the sun shining in the room and Paul attached to me like a tick. I heard a sudden knock at the door. I quickly got up, not wanting to wake Paul up. Who the hell would be up so early?
I skipped down the stairs to the door. "Who is it?" I called, quite worried if anything's gone wrong. No one answered. I opened the door, and behind it was a standing John with his guitar in his hand, quite sad. Even though he was sad for some reason, he had a smile creeping up on his face. "Hi-" I closed the door in front of him before he could say anything. "Anna," he groaned, "I just want to tell you something. Just one thing. I don't care if you'll remember it for the rest of your life or not, I just want you to hear me out." I heard him say that since I was standing in front of the door. I sighed, knowing that I should let him say what he wants to say. I slowly opened the door again, revealing John sighing in relief. "What do you want, John? I'm not interested in any of your promises." "I know, Anna. I came to tell you something. Just please, hear me out for a moment." After that, he started strumming his guitar.

Sha la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la

It's not the way you smile that touched my heart.
It's not the way you kiss that tears me apart.

His voice touched me. And those lyrics. He wrote them for me. Just for me. A tear started to sting the corner of my eye, but I fought not to show it.

Uh, oh, many, many, many nights go by,
I sit alone at home and I cry over you.
What can I do.
Can't help myself, 'cause baby, it's you.
Baby, it's you.

I gave up. Tears starting flowing down my cheeks, and my arms flying around his neck. I gave him a hug, and John doing the same with a smile on his face. "Anna? Will you forgive me?" He asked. I let go of him, realizing that the night before wasn't a good one. "I-I can't, John. I would love to, really, but I just can't. At least not right now. I-I'm sorry. I really am." "O-okay, Anna. I understand. I'm a bastard for doing what I did to you, and I know that I did a terrible mistake. And even if you won't forgive me, it's okay, but I just want you to know that I'm always here for you, waiting. I'm always by your side no matter what." I nodded, heading back to the door, and slowly opening it. I stepped in, and before I closed it, I saw John disappointed in me, by the way I decided, but mostly in himself, by the way he acted. "Thank you, John," I mouthed, noticing that he saw me. He just nodded, slowly going back to Mimi's house.
When I closed the door, I turned around and sighed. "What's the matter, love?" Paul chirped from the kitchen. "Oh nothing, Paul. Just John came and sang me something that I think he wrote for me." He seemed quite surprised by the fact that I just told him. "Really? I know I heard some kind of guitar strumming, but I just thought that it was one of the neighbors. What'd he sing to ya?" "Oh, I don't know. Some song, it was quite catchy, actually. And romantic. He asked me if I'd forgive him, but I couldn't. At least I think I can't." "Oh, I understand. I'll ask him about it tomorrow, if you don't mind." "No, no. I don't mind at all. I see you've made breakfast, though." "Yep, just for a special lady like you. I hope it's not too burnt, though." I let out a small giggle, being the cute Paul that he is. "Thank you again, Paul. I really owe you one." I took a bite out of my toast, and a scoop from my scrambled eggs that he prepared. "It's my pleasure, love. And you don't owe me anything, I only helped you because it's what friends do, but of course, I wanted to, as well."

Hey loves!
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