Love Me Do

~ 50 ~

Paul's POV

The door slammed.

I don't mean slammed, I mean slammed shut, as though the devil himself had taken it upon his duty to ram it closed.

"That motherfucker!" John shouted, making the three of us jump from our skin. "He knows what he's doing!"

"This is your job, Paul." George whispered, grabbing Ringo's arm as they bolted from the couch, shooting us wary looks.

I gazed longingly as the two boys rushed to their room, quietly shutting their door.

Damn, how come calming John was always my job?

"He fucking knows, Paul!" John shouted, reaching the living room, where he stood in front of the light, his shadow casting dangerous shapes on the floor. "He knew where she was. He knew- he fucking knew what he was doing. He's torturing me, Paul!"

First rule for calming John: Relax, and he'll copy.

"What do you mean, John?" I asked, tilting my head in confusion, hoping my simply actions would help him settle.

"It's Mick." John stammered, his eyes blazing red. "That fucking Mick Jagger. Do you know what he's done Paul?"

"No, I don't."

"He deliberately brought Kaylee in that shop to show me that everything was over." John spat, ripping his coat off and flinging it across the room. "And now my whole life is fucking ruined."

My head began to pound as I recalled the earlier event's of today: Kaylee wanted nothing to do with us, or any rockstars.

"But- Kaylee said she didn't want anything to do with rockstars." I questioned, half confused. "I mean, what was she doing with Mick Jagger, anyway?"

"Her boyfriend is a guitarist!" John shouted, loud enough to feel the ground vibrate. "The boy that got her pregnant is in a band! Rolling Stone's are touring with them next month! I heard them talking about it in front of me, and Mick knew I was there!"

My hands clenched into fists.

I never knew Mick to be such a horrible person.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him." John muttered, and left me in the living room, storming to our bedroom and throwing the door shut behind him.

There must be more to this story than John thinks he knows.

It's too late to find Mick right now, and John is obviously been fucked up for the night.

Well, I'm sleeping on the couch.

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It's all gonna come together like a jigsaw puzzle, don't worry xx