Hello, goodbye

If I needed someone

    I knocked on the door to no response. I knocked on the door harder, and John opened it finally.
     "Rose?" He asked, and wiped his sleepy eyes. "What are you doing?" He asked, and I wiped away the tears.
     "I think George is cheating on me," I said abruptly, and I sobbed again. He embraced me, and I cried into his pajama shirt.
     "You and George are together?!" He asked, and that's when I remembered I must've seemed crazy. It was 3 in the morning, and no one even knew what me and George had.
     "Yes, we just... weren't telling anyone yet," I said, and he ushered me inside. He made tea for the both of us, and I told him the whole story. He listened intently, and shook his head occasionally.
      "I'm so sorry, Rose. I can't believe he would do something like that," he said when I finished talking, and he suddenly moved closer to me on his couch. He wiped away my tears, and suddenly kissed me. I would've pushed him off because I felt bad because he had a wife and son, but I was weak. I was hurt. I was scared. I was angry.

I was heartbroken.

And he was there. I just needed someone to hold me and tell me that they loved me, that they needed me. He laid me on my back and hovered over me, kissing me all the while. It felt so dirty. But I felt so alive. He got up and I sat up and threw my shirt off. He unclasped my bra, and I let it fall off of my shoulders. He took off his shirt and his pants and we were both down to our underwear. He took mine off, and then slipped his off. He kissed me, and then began kissing down my body. I couldn't seem to pull away, I needed this.
     "Let's go to my bedroom," John suggested, and I nodded. He led me there, and we made love through the night. I woke up with a feeling of immediate regret.
     "John! We made a mistake!" I cried, and he sat strait up in bed.
     "No, we were out of our heads, okay? It was a thing that just happened in the moment. We're okay," he said, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than me.
     "John, George is never going to forgive me!" I cried, and ran to the living room to put on my clothes. He followed suit, trying to calm me down the whole way.
     "I'm very sorry, Rose. I hope this doesn't affect our friendship," he pleaded, and I ignored him. I left quickly and grabbed a taxi home.
     "Rose! I'm so sorry! I'll explain everything!" George said as soon as I walked through the door, and I almost lost it right there.
      "George, if you say you didn't cheat, I believe you. You don't need to explain yourself to me, love," I said. I couldn't bear for him to tell me the truth without me telling him the truth; that John Lennon was my first.
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Sorry for the short chapter!! HOLY shit thooo! What do you think is gonna happen? I would love to hear predictions!