Without You (MCLENNON)

Chapter 6

A/N: Hey friends! I'm having some serious writers block with this story, so if y'all have any ideas/suggestions please don't be scared to comment! And guys if you hate this, tell me. I wanna know lol.

You are all amazing souls!

-xoxo Emily :)

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{PAUL'S POV}

I loved being with John. I loved it so much. It was a few weeks later, and the band was planning on leaving to Hamburg, Germany next week. We had a 5 person band, 3 guitarists, 1 bassist, and a drummer. John and I were pretty much always the ones singing, and that just meant that we needed to spend more time together to 'practice'. John didn't enjoy actual practice over cuddling or kissing endlessly, and so I found that we rarely wrote anymore, which at the moment was fine by me.

"Hey Macca." John got out of bed and joined me at the closet where I was starting to pack some bags for Hamburg. I still checked on Mikey, which meant that I was able to grab a few things after every visit.

"Hey Johnny." I said with loving eyes.

John turned me around so I was facing him, and wrapped his arms around my torso. My arms found their way around his body, and I rested my head on his chest.

"I love you Macca, I don't say it enough." John told me.

"You say it plenty, I love you too." I answered, and in that moment I felt safer and happier than I had in a long time.

{JOHN'S POV}

We were leaving to Hamburg in just a few days. I hadn't packed yet, and Paul kept reminding me.

"John, love, you need to get your bags ready! We're leaving soon!" Paul nagged once I joined him in the kitchen that morning.

"Macca. I know." I said looking down at the slightly shorter boy.

"Okay. I'll leave you alone. It's just cause' I looove you!" Paul mocked, and started laughing.

"Paulie!" I complained and leaned down to kiss him.

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The big day arrived, and the ferry was docked to pick us up around 8am.

I had packed that morning, at around 5.

Lets just say, Paul didn't absolutely love that.

"John, you need to be more responsible! Look, if you kee-"

I cut him off.

"Macca! Shut up, will ya? Now, I love you. Lets go get on this boat." I had to stifle a chuckle at his surprised expression.

"I'm only trying to help." He huffed.

"Paul McCartney." I knew he was overreacting, and it made his face even more adorable, which I didn't even know was possible.

"Fine. I love you, you git." He stated with a smile creeping into his features.

"There ya go." I replied, and we got on the large boat.

We found George and Stu quite quickly, but like usual, Pete (Best) was nowhere to be found.

"John! Paul!" George waved from across the ferry deck.

"There's George and Stu." I pointed out, and Paul nodded.

We met up with our friends, and eventually found Pete. The ride was uneventful, and Paul and I found it hard to hide our relationship from our friends, but we both knew we couldn't tell them. At least not right now, anyway. We got to Hamburg, and got off of the ferry. It took us awhile to find the club that hired us, but we managed to locate it eventually. The club manager welcomed us rather coldly, and led us to a dingy and dark room with three twin beds.

"Looks like we're gonna havta share." George pointed out once the manager left the room.

"I call having my own bed." Pete chose and slung his duffle bag down on the lumpy mattress.

"I'll go with Paul!" I offered quickly and threw my bag onto the bed in the left corner.

"Okay!" Paul decided and placed his bag with mine.

"Guess that leaves you an' I, Harrison." Stu claimed and stowed his luggage under the remaining bed.

"Yup. S'pose so." George answered and dropped his bag onto the bed.

"I'll be back later." Pete said and stalked out of the room.

"I'm going to go find food, anyone care to join me?" George asked his four remaining band mates.

"Yeah I'll come. Wait up!" Stuart said and grabbed his coat.

George and Stu left the room, and that left Paul and I alone.

"Hm. Alone. What to do, what to do?" I teased.

"I have no idea." Paul pulled my body into his, and I leant in. This kiss wasn't sloppy, nor as desperate. This was just pure love. We weren't worrying, we were just in the moment, the perfect moment, with each other.

After awhile, Paul pulled away, and looked at me straight in the face.

"You don't know how hard it was for me to not kiss you while we were with ev'ryone else." Paul whispered to me.

"Same here. But we can't tell them about...this. What is this, anyway?" I asked whilst looking into Paul's perfect hazel eyes.

"This, is love, Johnny." Was his response, and I felt my face burn up from blushing.

"Are we...dating?" I asked carefully.

"Yes, Johnny. I believe we are." Paul smiled.

"Thank god." I kissed him again, and the rest of the afternoon continued similarly. It was perfect.

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A/N: here's the second update this week, and from now on y'all will be getting updates on sundays. peace and love :)