Devil In Her Heart (John Lennon fanfic)

Chapter 63.

I was laying in bed when I felt a pair of arms shake me. I must have fallen asleep waiting for George cause it was dark in the room when I opened my eyes.

"Lucy..love it's three in the morning." John whispered. I blinked and looked around.

"Wha..where were you?" I asked sleepily.

"Off out with Paul. Another band came in about an hour ago, we were having a chat and a few drinks." He yawned. I nodded.

"Where's George?"

"Right next to ye." He laughed. I turned to see him asleep, lightly snoring. I smiled to myself but felt a little bad. He must have came up to meet me but found me sleeping, so he did the same. John changed into his sleepwear and got under the covers with us.

"Come 'ere." He whispered pulling me against his body. "I love ye Luce. These next few months are going to be crazy and hectic...ye know that right?"

I looked up at him. "I know baby."

"Promise me somethin?"

"Anything."

"You'll love me no matter what gets thrown at us these next few months? Sex, lies, money...anything."

"You know I'll always stand by you Johnny."

He smiled and kissed my cheek. "That's my girl."

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The next morning, I spent in front of the toilet, puking. I woke up feeling awful. Great. Barely my second day in Hamburg and i'm sick.

"You alright love?" John asked rubbing my back. I sighed.

"It's seven in the morning, I'm puking my guts out and I feel dizzy." I glared at him. He smiled.

"Don't forget grumpy." He smiled. I shook my head and looked up at Stu as he walked in to brush his teeth.

"Ello. Still sick love?"

I was about to answer until my stomach decided to answer for me.

"I take that as yes. She was like this yesterday when we got 'ere. Might 'ave been the ferry. Or probably caught somethin. Ye know, birds are more sensitive."

"I felt absolutely fine all evening though." I puked again.

"Maybe it comes and goes." John shrugged.

"Maybe." I sighed. I flushed the toilet and was helped up by John. I brushed my teeth, and laid in bed. I actually felt a lot better now.

"Alright well, I think i'm in the mood for some brekky. Anyone else?" John smiled.

"Mate, ye just watched Lucy puke like a million times and you still have an appetite?" Stu laughed.

"Why wouldn't I?" John looked confused.

I laughed. "I'm a bit hungry now as well."

"Great! I'll bring ye and George back something. Make sure he's awake when we get back yeah?"

I nodded and held my tummy. I was feeling better but, nausea was still there. I watched as John got dressed and Paul came into the room.

"Alright, Allan said he'd meet us down in three hours, Now that more bands will arrive, we need to start figuring out who...what's wrong with 'er?" He said pointing at me.

"Not well. Probably 'as a stomach bug. Gonna got get her some breakfast." John said putting his shoes on.

"Right well, lets hope it'll pass soon." He went on about the band as I tuned out.

I was praying that I really was just sick. This it's just a stomach bug. Nothing else. I knew the possibilites but, I'm not ready to even think about that yet. We'll see how I am in a few more days. Paul was right. It will pass.

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"George." I shook him. "Wake up."

He mumbled and moved around. "Hmmm?"

"Come on Geo I promised John you'd be awake by the time they got back."

His eyes fluttered open and met mine. I smiled.

"Morning."

"Can I wake up with you next to me everyday?" He smiled. I giggled and ran my fingers through his messy hair.

"Looks like you will be for awhile." I smiled.

"Where are the lads?" He asked sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"Getting breakfast. Look Geo, I'm sorry about last night. I must have been really tired."

"It's alright love. I was a bit sleepy myself." He smiled. I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

I sighed and rubbed my stomach. The sickness coming back.

"You alright?" He asked, looking a bit concerned.

"Yeah...just feels like cramps or something. It'll pass."

"Are ye sure?" He laid me back with him and wrapped his arms around me. I snuggled in his arms.

"Yeah George i'm fine. Just a bit under the weather."

"I hope so." He whispered, something was telling me he didn't intend for me to hear that. I felt his hand move over my stomach.

"It'll pass George. Just a stomach bug." It has to be.

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