A Different Kind of Love (McLennon)

Chapter 1

《For the record, none of this ever happened. It's all for shits and giggles. So, my fellow Beatlemaniacs, sit back and enjoy some McLennon》《P.S. alternate universe》

Paul felt his heart shatter into a million pieces when he could hear the bed creaking and moans coming from the room next to his. Paul indentified these sounds of sex to be coming from his best mate, John Lennon. 

Paul felt tears rising in his eyes. John had really rejected him. Of course he did, he was straight as hell. He raised his hand to the wall and touched it's dusty wooden surface, symbolizing of carressing John's soft buttermilk skin. 

"Johnny... I love you..." Paul whispered gently, not wanting to wake up George, Pete, and Stuart sleeping soundly in their beds just a few feet away from him.

Paul couldn't take it. He loved John so damn much. He knew him since they were both kids, fourteen and fifteen. Paul fell in love with him, and John didn't even know it. John didn't even realize that everything he did, was perfect in Paul's eyes. To think John was fucking that bird to make Paul jealous was too much to handle.

Paul burst into tears, right then and there. Paul cried his heart out, cursing at the band, cursing at Brian, cursing at God, and cursing at John.

George couldn't sleep, and when he heard sobs coming from his bandmate, he turned on his opposite side to face Paul.

"Paul, what's wrong?" George asked the crying teen.

"Don't worry about it, George. Go back to sleep." Paul replied, still sobbing.

"Just tell me."

"Don't worry about me."

"It's bloody three in the morning. Something is definitely up."

"I said don't worry about me. John sure as hell doesn't."

"Oh, so it's about John. All friends fight, Paulie. You're only going through a little bump in the relationship." George reached out to caress his older friend reassuringly, but was pushed away.

"Don't touch me." Paul grunted and turned his back to George. He didn't want anybody to be near him except for his mother. He wanted Mary to hold him again, to hear her beautiful voice, to know she cares. It felt like the whole world was against Paul, when really it was only John. John was his world.