Devil In Her Heart (John Lennon fanfic)

Chapter 74.

John sat on the edge of the bed just thinking after we made love. I crawled over to him, leaned my chin on his shoulder. He turned his head, glancing at me and chuckled to himself.

"You're so cute ye know that?"

I smiled and kissed his neck. I heard him moan softly as I massaged his shoulders and kiss along his jawline.

"Lucy...please hold me?"

I pulled back as he laid down. Without a word, I wrapped my arms around him, his head resting against my chest and his arms wrapped around my naked torso. I stroked his hair and held him against my body just wishing this wouldn't end. Why did things have to be so so complicated? George was right. The more he hurt me, the more I ran to him.

"Let's run away and get married yeah?" He asked eagerly. I smiled and laughed.

"If only that will make all our problems go away."

...

One Month Later

December 3, 1960

I was walking downstairs to meet up with John. He told me it was urgent. It was freezing inside. I pulled the long sleeves of John's coat over my hands and shivered as I walked up to the group of guys.

Stu, Paul, Pete, John and a sad looking George. They all greeted me as I approached.

"What's going on here?" I asked curiously.

"I'm getting sent back to England." George sulked.

"Whaa why??" I sat down next to John as he wrapped an arm around my waist.

"The fuckin owners of this place found out he was under age. Then word got out and promoters wont come by. Fuckin christ just when we were gettin somehwere." John mumbled. George looked down.

"I'm sorry John..I know we worked so hard a..and I fucked it all up."

"Nah mate look it's not you. It shouldn't even matter how old ye are. As long as ye can play..."

We all jumped as John threw a bottle across the room, glass shattering everywhere. He got up and stormed off, heading upstairs. I sighed and stood up.

"I'll be back okay? He's not mad at you George. It's the promoters he's pissed at."

He nodded and just sat still. I kissed his cheek and walked off. George has to leave then. What does this mean for everyone else? I doubt John would want to get a new guitarist. That'd mean starting all over again.

I walked into our room to see John packing, mumbling furiously. I walked over to him and placed my hands on his. He stopped and looked at me.

"Lucy I...I thought all of this was going to get us somewhere. The band I mean and...it was all for nothing." He sat down and shook his head. I sat next to him.

"It wasn't all for nothing John. Look, promoters came to watch, managers came to watch, you've gotten more popular, people now know who The Beatles are. Sure you're still just a local band but...you can play. Who knows, when we go back to Liverpool, managers there will have heard of you, about how much you all can play, how great your sound is, anything can happen."

He smiled and kissed my cheek. "You always know what to say to make everything better."

I looked down. "Yeah well, not everything."

He sighed and pulled me into his lap. I rested my head on his shoulder.

"We can make this work Luce. I want ye in my life."

"I know but...for how long?"

We just stared at each other until the door opened, Paul walking in.

"Aye John, we need to talk about what's goin to happen from 'ere."

"Well I guess were all leavin then."

"But Stu's got the flu. He's in no condition to be out there in this weather."

John gave a long sigh as I got off him and stood up.  He grabbed my hand and led me back outside.

...

There was one last gig to do tonight. George was going to be deported back to Liverpool tomorrow and as for the rest, we weren't sure yet. John just wanted to get the gig done and be over with it.

I stood in the crowd watching them play, two hours into it when I felt someone grab my arm. Some guy about my age smiled and played with my hair.

"I see a pretty girl like you out here alone. I can change that." He winked. I shook my head.

"No um, I actually have a boyfriend.."

"No much of a boyfriend if he leaves his girl alone in a crowd of dirty, aggressive men."

I pulled away from him. "Well it's kind of hard for him to be here when he's the guy up on stage." I pointed to John. The guy just scoffed and slid his hand up my thigh.

"Come on, don't play hard to get. You just need to let a real man show you a good time." He leaned in and tried kissing me. He smelled strong like alcohol. I pulled back and slapped him. He just grabbed me and pulled me against him.

I felt my heart racing until the music stopped and a furious John jumped into the crowed, pulling the drunk guy off me and threw him to the ground.

The crowd dispersed as John punched, kicked, wrestled, and swore over and over again, almost beating the guy to death. Paul and Stu tried pulling John off the guy, but he was too strong.

"John! John stop!" I yelled as he grabbed a bottle. Before he could break it over the guys head, I grabbed his hand and hugged him from behind. He was breathing heavily as he stopped.

"Shhh John it's me. Calm down baby it's okay now." I whispered in his ear. He nodded and stood up, holding me against him. He threw his guitar on the ground and walked upstairs, without speaking to anyone. Everyone just stood around watching as the owner told everyone to leave. I knew we were going to get in deep trouble for this.

"Well this was one hell of a way to end our stay in Germany." George said looking around at the mess.

..

We were all packing upstairs when Paul and Pete found a condom.

"Aye look, out of all the condoms we brought, there's one left." Paul smiled. John was too upset to even pay attention. That was until Paul pinned it on the wall and extended it out. I giggled and bit my lip.

"Hey this one's kind of big. Must be George's."

"Fuck off." George said turning red. John looked over and broke a smile as Pete drew out his lighter and lit it on fire. Paul laughed and grabbed a cigarette, putting it to his lips and leaning over, lighting it from the small fire. John laughed and shook his head.

Just then a group of men walked in. Police I assumed from what they were wearing. Paul stood up quickly and patted the fire, putting it out. The owner looking shocked and pointed.

"Those three." He said angrily, pointing at John, Paul and Pete.

"Alright you three come with us now. You're under arrest."

...

Me, George and a sniffling Stu, sat in the station for three hours, waiting for Allan to show up. Luckily we were able to pay the bond to get them out.

"Here you go Stu." I said handing him a tissue."

"Thanks love." He said, holding it to his nose. George yawned and scratched the back of his head.

"I lied. This is one hell of a way to end our stay in Germany."

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