She Said She Loves You (Beatles AU fanfic)

Chapter 25

Summer's pov

I didn't know what to think. John had wrote this song for me. It was so beautiful. I just didn't know if he really meant it...

Richard looked at me. I looked over to John. His almond eyes were pleading. I nodded my head. "I forgive you, John," I whispered, barely audible. I got up and went to the bathroom before anyone could say our do anything. I needed some alone time for a bit.

I knew I wanted to show Paul and George my body. I didn't want them to be in the dark. So, I called Paul in first. I cracked the door open. "Paul," I called out. In a few moments, Paul appeared at the door. He raised an eyebrow. "Come in," I murmured.

Paul walked in. I sat on the toilet seat. "Paul," I asked. "D-do you have any idea why John hit me?" He shook his head. I took a breath. Here goes nothing. I stood up and let my robe fall to the floor, leaving me in my undergarments. My damaged body was exposed.

Paul gasped in horror. I sighed and looked down. I looked up with only my eyes. I saw Paul taking in my battered body. He put his hand over my back, feeling my scars. Paul sat down and put his head in his hands. I felt uncomfortable. Paul didn't say anything. All he did was get up and leave the room.

I sighed and called for George. George came in and immediately saw my body, unlike Paul. And also unlike Paul, he had sympathy. George pulled me into a hug, careful to not touch my scars. I felt safe. George finally pulled away. "How long has this been going on," He asked. "S-since Richard did cocaine," I answered.

George nodded. I noticed his shaking hands. I held onto his wrists and looked into his chocolate eyes. There were tears brimming in his eyes. I took one of my hands and thumbed them away. George took my hand and kissed my fingertips, still looking at me innocently. "What would happen if we died today, George," I asked. "I don't know, darling," George murmured. I looked down.

"George," I sighed. "Turn around, but don't leave." George nodded and obeyed. I slipped out of my remaining clothing and turned on the bathwater. "George," I asked. "Could you help me?" George nodded and discarded his clothing. He helped me into the shower. He helped me sit down in the tub and sat behind me. George's long, thin, nimble fingers made their way onto my shoulders and started moving. I moaned at the feeling of a message. "George," I moaned.

George smirked. I leaned back onto George's shoulder. I felt George's lips on my neck. I moaned and George hummed against my neck. George's long, graceful arms wrapped around my stomach. I put my hands over his.

George's lips moved down to my collarbone. I knew this was wrong, but it just felt so right... "George," I moaned. George moved his lips to my ear and whispered, "I'm going to protect you... Summer." He drug out the last word, sending chills down my body.

I needed George. I needed him. I needed him in a way that Richard, as much as I loved him, couldn't give to me.

George's callused fingertips glided across my bare skin as he lifted me out of the tub. He dried me off and I did the same. He lifted me onto the counter and kissed me sweetly...

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Ringo's pov

They've been in there for a while. George is young so he's probably not understanding the situation. John suggested that we go out for a while and go back to the Cavern. Both Paul and I agreed of course.

A few minutes later, Summer and George walked out of the bathroom. We told Summer about the Cavern. She agreed and went to get dressed.