Love Me Do

~ 96 ~

Kaylee's POV

"Thanks! See you tomorrow!"

I hopped out of the taxi John and I had shared with Pattie and George, and slammed the door behind me.

John was already at the front door and I hurried through the cold air to catch up and get inside as soon as possible.

"Did you have an alright time?" I asked him, hoping to sound cheerful.

He faced me and nodded, his eyebrows raised, and I could see he was distracted.

I smiled. I was furious.

He turned from me and walked into our bedroom, and I followed. My hands were clenched tightly, and when he sat down on the bed, his eyes on me, I closed the door and glared at him.

"What?" He asked, watching me with interest.

"What?" I repeated, holding my stare. "How about you tell me."

"What do you-"

"You fucking ignored me, John! That's what! Did you even notice? Did you even want me there? Yes, that's it. Did you even want me there."

His hands tapped nervously on the bed sheet, and he seemed to return my stare with anger.

"You don't get it, do you." He remarked, and I stepped closer. His voice was quiet, as Jasper was in the next room, but it scared me nether-less. "People are saying you're my wife."

I crossed my arms. I knew the argument would turn to this, and I had my points ready

Holding his glare, I shrugged my shoulders.

"I should be."

John's face turned white and he gripped the bed sheets quickly, as though his argument was useless now.

"But- Kaylee, you don't know what they'll do to you," John protested, but I had another one ready.

"Pattie wears a wig," I pointed out, proud of myself. "That doesn't stop people from knowing George has a girlfriend. It just hides her identity."

Identity.. The thought's came flashing back.

My heart pounded and I tried to shake away the idea, but they remained stuck.

"Jane." I whispered, and John looked at me hurriedly. "Is it Jane?"

John gaped, then frowned deeply. I knew I was right, even though I didn't want to admit it.

"Jane?" John breathed, disbelief bestowing his face. "You think this is about Jane?"

"What else could it be about?" I hissed, standing my ground. "You really think I don't notice how much attention you pay her?"

He stood up from the bed, furious, like a storm cloud.

"Are you saying I'm cheating on you?"

The words sounded harsh when it came from him, but it was exactly what I was saying.

"Yes." I answered, not even sure I was convincing myself. "Yes, I do."

Before John could defend himself, he seemed to have thought indifferent, because he walked up to me and stood there, our noses almost touching.

I knew it had happened once - he'd only ignored me once - but that wasn't an excuse of why he hadn't told me his plan before going and pushing me away.

As he stood before me, my breathing quickened, and I wondered what he was going to say.

Nothing.

I watched from the corner of my eyes as he lifted his hand and put it inside his coat pocket, grabbed something, then pulled it out.

"You really think I'm cheating on you?" He asked, softly.

My eyes welled up with tears; I didn't want to think it

Not bothering to hear my answer, John carefully lifted the item he took from his pocket and raised it to his face; his glasses.

"This is me." He stated, lowering his gaze from mine, as though he were embarrassed. "I hate this. I do. I- I used to shrug it off by saying I looked like Buddy Holly, but I knew I looked ridiculous. If I hate how I look so much, yet I have you, why would I throw that away?"

His words ignited a spark of pain, and I wanted to take back all I'd said.

John's hand clasped mine and he held it tightly. My head hurt with our earlier argument, and I felt guilty as shit.

A few minutes of silence passed between us, and I knew it was forgiveness. He had forgiven me for my accusations, and I forgave him for what he'd done.

"Remember when you hated me back when we were recording 'A Hard Day's Night'?" John asked me, tilting his forehead down to rest on mine. "You never explained that. I think I have a right to know now.."

My mind drifted towards the thought that he wanted to change the subject, but he did have a right to know, anyway.

"I never really provoked it, did I?" I answered, smirking slightly. "You called me a 'whore'. Or was it a 'slut'? Something outrageous; Paul got mad."

We laughed in unison, then remembered Jasper, and lowered our voices.

"I was a fan," I admitted, watching John's eyelashes as he gazed at our hands. "I honestly didn't want to get involved, that's all."

"Really?" John smirked, looking up. "That's the exact opposite of a Beatlemaniac thought. Are you sure your parents just didn't want you to get with a rockstar at such a young age?"

My heart stopped at that. My parents.

Trying to brush away the look of surprise, I shrugged, but John had already seen my look of concern.

"They- They're back in Australia." I muttered, using my free hand to swipe away a strand of hair that had fallen in front of my eyes. "They don't really care about me much. So, I really don't worry about them."

John's dark eyes studied carefully, but I knew I'd covered it up well.

"My mother died when I was seventeen," He began to say, but I already knew. "Having your parents in your life is a big thing. I want to go meet them."

Now I panicked.

He wanted to go meet my parents; they haven't even been born yet.