Short blabbing before story:
• Omg I love this picture so much ahh❤️❤️
•This one is really long but I tried really hard on it!
•I had siri voice-read it and that was so funny!
•Requests are still open! Now the story...
Era:1958
Prompt: He protects you
Warning: Sexist predator, one curse word, and mild violence
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Your P.O.V:
Me dad sent me to the store to pick up a few bakery items— it's October 7, so John's birthday is coming up in two days. Dad promised to help me bake a nice cake tomorrow afternoon when he got home from work. It's late though, and the empty alleyway gives off a creepy aura.
"Ey, missy!"
The voice came from a staggering older man who clearly had too much to drink.
"Come 'ed and let me help ye carry that bag! That work is only for strong men."
"Um thank ye but no thanks," I replied, hoping he couldn't see me shivering with fear. I kept walking, hoping he would limp away on his own. However, the scary man only kept walking faster towards me. I ran as fast as I could in flats through the moonlit path, though I tried to not crush or drop the ingredients for the cake.
The drunkard surreptitiously snuck up behind me and snatched me right wrist from behind.
"D-don't touch me, sir!" I stuttered.
"Oh, I'll put me hands all over ye, feisty woman!"
I repeatedly attempted to kick the predator, but he had an extremely strong grip on me.
"Me name is Brian, and ye will stop disrespectin' me!" He screamed. Then he punched me and I felt blood drip down me nose.
"I wish Johnny were here right now," I thought.
He would be able to get rid of Brian since I couldn't.
Then an idea came into me mind. A stupid idea, but it was all I had.
"John Winston Lennon, help me! Someone is hurtin' me and I need help!" I yelled at the top of me lungs.
"Shut up, ye idiot!"
I clearly had aggravated the man because he slapped his hand over me mouth. I stopped trying to fight him for a few seconds. When the man was distracted by something, I stomped on his foot and started to walk away.
Brian cried out in pain and sent a sharp blow to the left of me head. I called out to John one last time before the whole world turned black.
John's P.O.V. (finally!):
I was secretly writing a song outside for me band, as Mimi didn't approve of musicians.
Hello Little Girl, when I see you everyday, I say...
Me songwriting was interrupted by a blood-curdling scream: "John Winston Lennon, help me!"
I recognized the voice immediately. It was me best friend and the bird I'm secretly in love with, Y/N. The yelling continued as I ran towards the source of her voice.
I finally made it to the alley, and in the distance I saw a dark figure laying on the ground. But it wasn't just anybody, for the figure belonged to Y/N.
"Who would hurt me love?" "Fucking wanker!" I angrily thought.
I ran straight up to Y/N, and checked her pulse. Unconscious, but luckily still alive. I noticed dark, dried blood under her nose and on the lips.
"What are ye, her weak boyfriend, coming to rescue her?" sneered the mysterious man.
Fortunately, Paul and I learned self-defense to impress birds we saw. I sucker-punched the man. Then he tried to hit me back, but the lad was obviously not sober. I knocked him out easily.
"Y/N, please wake up!" I cried with tears streaming down me face. I never cried, but Y/N was me whole world. She understood me better than any lad in Liverpool did. I picked her up and carried her to Paul's to get medical attention.
Paul's P.O.V
I couldn't believe it! Me band was performing on stage in front of a huge audience. We were famous. Then people began to throw rocks at us! "Stop that" I cried out.
Then I woke up. 2:00 a.m. "Why me?" I mumbled. I heard a noise at me window. John was there, holding someone in his arms. He better have a good reason for waking me. I quickly checked me sister's room to see if she woke up too.
"That's weird, she's not there."
Then I put two and two together. I rushed to the door and flung it open. John hurried in with me precious younger sister in his arms.
"Someone attacked her!" he whisper-yelled with glassy eyes. Hmm, John never cries over girls...
Your P.O.V.
Me eyes slowly opened up in different surroundings than I remembered. I saw candles and heard fragments of speech between two men. I closed me eyes to play it safe, but I listened to the voices. I must have been in Paul's room.
"Where the hell was she, John?"
"The alley near the grocer, but I don't know why."
"Thank God ye found her. I would've been worried sick tomorrow... Hey, why were ye cryin' when ye found Y/N?"
"Ye were cryin' too."
"I'm her brother, ye dummy. Of course I would. Now, ye didn't answer me question."
"Uh, Uh, I—I uh—"
"Spill it Lennon."
"I'm— I'm kinda sorta in love with ye sister."
"Ye WHAT?" Paul exclaimed.
Me best friend, John Winston Lennon loved me? No Way! I kept listening.
"Shut up Paul, Y/N could wake up, and she has no idea yet!"
"She's me sister and I don't trust ye with her."
"Please, please give me one chance to show ye that I can treat her like a princess."
"One chance, Lennon."
Paul's room started to brighten up, so I opened me eyes for real. Me head really hurt and I felt dizzy, but at least I could see.
"Paul, she's awake! She's awake now!"
" 'Ello Paul, Johnny," I whispered with a sparkle in me eyes.
" 'Ello?" laughed Paul. "Thank God, thank God ye are back. We thought we lost ye, right Lennon?"
"Uh— uh yeah we did," stated a blushing John.
I tried to get up but me sense of balance was off. I stumbled and started to fall but John caught me before I landed on the ground.
He smiled and said " Don't worry, I've got ye, ye silly bird."
I looked into his adoring honey-brown eyes and came up with one last idea: Remembering the l-word he said earlier, I suddenly kissed John and took him off guard. Realizing that the love of his life was making a move, he kissed back passionately.
"Really Y/N?" groaned Paul. "Ye just woke up."
John broke the kiss for a second and with a nonplussed but pleased expression, asked "How did ye know me feelings for ye?"
"Oh, I heard just about everythin', Johnny."
"Oh me God," said Paul.
John blushed beet red and initiated another kiss to distract me from me thoughts.
Paul dramatically rolled his eyes, gave us his blessing, and strutted out of his room, leaving us alone. Quickly he walked back in, as he had forgotten to say something.
"Oh wait! Don't try nothin' on me sister John!"
"I promise," replied John, looking at me with all the love in the world.
**Important A/N: I hoped y'all like it! Should I start doing preferences too?
