Angel Baby | lennstarr [✔️]

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"I hope you guys are well rested," Brian sighed as he entered the room, glancing quickly at the two lovebirds who were laughing almost to themselves. "We might have to go through with some interviews today."

There was a group groan. Paul plucked at his bass with a frown and George couldn't even bare to strum his guitar. The pick remained between his long, skinny fingers, the tips of his nails turning it over and over again in a seemingly endless cycle.

John looked up at the Angel and rolled his eyes at Brian's words. The Angel giggled and punched John's shoulder gently. "That's rude of you." He whispered softly and blushed when he felt John's lips press against his cheek.

"I don't want to go to an interview though," he sighed against the man's ear. "I wanna stay here with you on my lap and make music with my friends."

"Well as sweet as that is," Brian looked at the two who almost jumped out of their skin just by the mention of his voice. "We need to get through with it. Remember that the minute it's done you all can go about doing whatever it is that gay 20 something year olds do in their spare time."

"You mean have se-" John was about to say until his Angel put his hand over his lips, cobalt jewels wide when they saw John's lips curl around the first letter of the word. His cheeks were bright red when John looked back at him with his signature smirk played upon his lips.

"Anyways," Brian droned on. He turned his back to pretend that he couldn't see Paul mock him, his plump lips moving at rapid speed, forming nonsense gibberish that earned giggles from the other three lads. "We'll be leaving in a few minutes so you better get yourselves tidied up so the people don't have to spend time making you look like studs."

"I know we won't have to worry about my little Angel," John smiled while the others groaned. "He's always perfect."

Paul rolled his eyes and grinned slyly. He pinched his nose and sat up with a smirk on his lips. "He's always perfect." He mocked, voice now nasally and quite punctuated. Aggressive and playful. An incredibly accurate way to mock John's voice.

"Alright that's it you cunt-" John was about to get up and throttle Paul when he felt fingers curl around his bicep and he looked down to see those angelic cobalt jewels staring up with silent innocent pleads to not hurt their bandmate.

"Johnny," he whimpered and got up from his own seat. His free hand skimmed itself to John's cheek, his thumb rubbing small circles upon John's flushed cheeks. "Don't hurt him. It's only a joke." John slumped down and gave in under his touch, letting the older man reach up and touch him softly with his fingers.

The Angel grinned in triumph and cuddled up to his side, giggling to himself when he felt John's hand slide across his waist and rest on his flat stomach, tracing the fading scar on the left side of his stomach absentmindedly. Paul stared in disbelief as he saw John cool down and begin to giggle. Giggle. Since when did John Winston Lennon giggle?

That little Angel sure did have an effect on John and to be quite frank, it was the perfect effect that he needed. With a little bit of love anything can be fixed.