Distance- A Beatles/Lennison Fanfic

Chapter eighteen- fuck you

Paul was angry, very angry. All he wanted to do was help George and not be pushed away. Although he knew they would end up making up and would be able to help him soon, he wanted to now and even if that meant not by directly helping the boy himself..he was going to message John, giving him more of an insight. Every part of his body told him not too and how angry George would get but Paul didn't care at this very moment. 

Hen got out his phone and started typing away, he knew shouldn't but a short few minutes later and quite the length of a paragraph, the message was sent to John and now there was no going back. John was active on his phone by the time Paul had sent the message, opening it he was surprised by the length of the message yet read it regardless and he really didn't know how to feel, reading this about George felt so wrong, not hearing it from him, confusion wandered through his head as to why Paul and George had argued but reading the sad truth about his lover had just broken his heart, tears had started to sting in his eyes, he didn't reply to the message, he had no idea what to say. Instead he got up George's contact number and just prayed that he would answer.

Two short rings of the phone line and George had picked up "hello? George?" John said straight away "that is I" John couldn't help but give out a heavy sigh "John?.." "baby..are you okay?" George felt confused, this didn't appear to be a causal 'are you okay?' "um yeah I'm fine, are you?" "I was..until I got a  um, a message." "a message from?.." John stayed silent, it was hurting him too much "oh god it wasn't Pattie was it?" "no baby not Pattie..Paul" George felt his heart drop "what did he say" George said, almost more of a demand than a question "he told me things Geo. Things about you, I didn't know things were that bad.." George's eyes bulged a little, he wanted to know exactly what he knew but didn't dare to ask "you aren't going to to try what you tried to do last year are you?.." John asked with a voice crack and that's when George knew John knew, "no John..I..I just" he gave a frustrated sigh "I was going to tell you, I was going to open up and tell you everything when I came over..I..I wasn't trying to hide it from you or anything" "..well I'm sorry I know before you wanted me to" "it's not your fault.." George mumbled, so many thoughts going through his head in the process "I um, I gotta go speak to Paul" "maybe you should leave it till tomorrow Geo" "no it's fine. It will be fine..I'll um message you later" "be safe love" "you too Lennon.." George said and ended the call. Rage and upset rushing through his body, grabbing his jacket and leaving his house with a slam of the door.

George made his way over to a cafe that he knew Paul was in most of his time, it didn't take long to walk over to, he looked in the window and spotted him almost straight away, he knew he should have calmed down first but his emotions got the better of him as he quickly made his way over to the slightly older lad. He sat down opposite him so it would make less of a scene than it would to stand up. Paul took a sip of his tea and raised an eyebrow "oh come off it, don't act innocent." Paul looked confused for a second until realisation had him "George I-" "oh yeah please tell me, I would love to hear your such a valid reason to be sharing MY personal business with MY boyfriend" "I thought it was a good idea." "why." "because Christ George! I'm worried sick about you and you weren't opening up to me! I didn't know what to do!" "how about give me something called time? ever thought of that eh?" Paul sighed heavily "and you know what? before you put yourself in my business, I was going to open up and talk to John when I was with him, then I was going to come back in a better mindset and talk to you but no, what's the point now? what's the fucking point?" Paul stayed silent, guilt washing over him like a massive wave, George gave out a scoff "fuck you Paul..fuck you." George said with defeat and got up and left. He knew Paul only meant well but his mind just saw it as malicious. He headed home after that, replying the scene over and over again in his head.

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