Misery (John Lennon Fanfiction)

Part 30

Amelia's POV:
His warm, flushed cheek rested against the cool skin of my chest. My blouse was off, but nothing had happened, we were just lying together in this, our most comfortable, natural and vulnerable state. I admit, perhaps it's a bit weird considering we're in Shotton's bedroom.

My fingers gently moved through his brown curls rhythmically, relaxing. I could feel the slow rise and fall of his body with each breath, gradually synchronising with mine.

We said nothing. And it was unbelievable.
The most inactive, quiet and uneventful moment we've shared quickly became our most intimate. I gently pressed my lips against his ear and reflected on how his mates had warned me about his insensitive nature. Yet the trust which radiated between us in this moment was indescribable, and would certainly have been the most shocking to his friends.

Pete opened the door to his bedroom,
"oh- sorry" he started, briefly turning away. John merely positioned his arm over my torso, hiding my most vulnerable areas under his own strong body. He was so calm. So un-Lennon.

"T'is it?" He mumbled, his vocals strained from crying and the prolonged silence.

Shotton cleared his throat, "Ah, Ma said she needs you guys to leave, John y'can come back later on to stay the night but uh she's - she's I dunno cleaning or something and she wants all the guests out..." He paused, guiltily grasping the doorframe.

"Okay." John simply strained. I let him sit up, carefully watching his mannerisms as he carefully, almost lethargically pulled his shirt over his head.

I put on my blouse and straightened myself out, reaching my fingers out towards his where they found a home interlocked between his.

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John's POV:
"If you need anything call sweetheart, I care about you" she smiled sweetly, stroking my cheek before pecking my lips. Too briefly.

I swallowed before telling her what I'd held back from her all day, "I'll come by at 8 tomorrow" I took a long pause, looking at my feet. "Wear black." I croaked, she nodded solemnly in reply, rubbing my shoulder before kissing my cheek farewell.

I let out a groan of frustration heading down the steps, running my hands through my hair.
"I love you." I said, was it so hard for her to say,  or had I fallen too quickly.

The hole in my heart ached, it only beat for her.

Nevertheless I walked down Mendips avenue, walking past Mimi's towards mum's.

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ADMIN :
Omg it's actually been a year since I updated and I have so many regrets about not continuing sooner! Thank you so much to the people who have read it and even those who have started it just recently, I hope you're all still interested in where this story goes.