John, I like you." John raised an eyebrow. "Well of course you do. Many people like me." "No John." Paul's eyes fell to his shoes. "Oh shit. Are yeh a fuckin queer Paul?" John looked angry, but maybe Paul was imagining it. His cheeks grew hot. "So what then. You want me to snog you Paul? Shove my prick up your arse while I'm at it? Is that it? Because I'm not a queer like you James." Paul wished he could gather all his words and swallow them down like a giant pill, because what John was saying was anything but what he wanted to hear. Paul was fighting back tears. Battling to keep them away from his eyes. He lost that fight. He bit his lip as tears streamed down his cheeks. Holding his breath as to not make a scene, he gathered his things. He took his guitar off of John's lap, and walked out hurriedly.
Paul's mind was racing a mile a minute, when he got to his car, he let his breath go. Slamming the door closed, he started to panic. What did this mean for him? For the band? He hit his head repeatedly on the horn. He didn't give a shit if any of the surrounding neighbors could hear, and much less if John could hear. He shoved the keys into the ignition and drove down the dimly lit liverpool streets back to his flat.
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This was short, but I doubt anyone is reading this anyway haha ♥️
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A Turn of Events
Teen FictionCompleted: *SMUT* Paul has strong feelings for John, he always has. But when he reveals them, John's reaction is anything but what he wanted to hear.
