She Said She Loves You (Beatles AU fanfic)

Chapter 35

Alright, guys! He we are! Sorry it's a little later than what I said, but oh well! What can ya do? It's here now, though! <3 thebeatlemaniaclife

John's pov

"Paul..." I asked. Paul wouldn't look at me. I gently and slowly gathered him into my arms and hugged him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him.  Paul's wrists dripped blood onto my shirt. Paul let out a jagged sob and held onto my shirt.

I rubbed Paul's back and held his head to my shoulder. Paul shifted so that his head was in the crook of my neck. I slid to the floor and sat Paul down. Paul laid his head on my chest and tried to stop crying.

I looked down at Paul and smoothed his raven hair back from his face. Paul stared at me with his big, hazel doe eyes. I laid down on the bathroom floor and Paul laid his head on my chest. He curled up to my side. I put my arms around him and sighed.

"Hey, Paul," I said. "Hmm," Paul responded. "We need to get you cleaned up, okay love," I whispered. Paul sighed and sat up. I pulled myself up and took Paul's hand. I pushed up both sleeves and saw cuts on both wrists.

I looked at Paul and and gently walked him to the sink. I turned on the warmed water and washed out the sink in the meantime. I took the blade and flushed it down the toilet. Paul cried out. "What did you do," He whispered.

I looked at Paul. "It needed to be done, love," I said solemnly. Paul sighed and nodded. I took Paul's left wrist and put it under the water. Paul winced. I leaned over and kissed Paul's cheek to calm him.

I gently cleaned the scars and bandaged them. I then moved onto the other arm. Paul stayed quiet and just stared at me. I bandaged his other wrist and smiled. "All better," I whispered. Paul gave me a weak smile and nodded. Paul walked out of the bathroom and laid on his side on his bed.

I laid down next to him and moved onto my back. Paul turned around and smiled at me. I ruffled his black hair and grinned. I kissed his cheek and took his right wrist in my hand. I turned it around in my hands and glanced at Paul.

Paul smirked, watching me play with his hand. I brought Paul's bandaged wrist up to be lips and kissed it, looking up at Paul. "Why'd you do it, Paul," I asked casually. "It takes the pain away," Paul replied, same tone. I nodded slowly. "Don't do it again, okay Paul," I responded.

Paul just sighed. Paul put his head on my chest and took my hand. He started playing with my fingers. I laughed and looked at him. Paul smiled and continued. I let a hand fall into Paul's hair, met with a moan from Paul.

Paul looked up at me. I brushed his baby cheek with my hand. I gave Paul a smirk and closed my eyes and fell back to sleep. 

I awoke to Paul being cuddled to my side. I smiled without opening my eyes. I slowly moved my hand down to Paul's head on my chest and stroked his soft hair.

Paul sighed in his sleep and murmured something unhearable. I smiled to just myself and started humming softly. Paul coughed relentlessly and jerked up. I put my hand on Paul's back and patted it.

Paul continued coughing and I frowned. This wasn't normal. After Paul finished coughing, he just stayed sitting up. I sat up with him. He was awake.

I put my hand on his face. He was very hot with a fever. Sweat was all over his face. "Oh, Paul," I sighed. Paul looked at me and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around him.

"John, my head hurts," Paul whimpered. I held him tighter. "It's a'right, love," I whispered. Paul looked me in the eyes and put his hand on my cheek. I leaned into Paul's touch and moaned at his hand caressed my cheek.

I closed my eyes as Paul leaned his head into the space between my neck and shoulder, his hand still on my cheek. His right hand was so soft, calluses all over his fingers. I put my hand on Paul's face and stroked his forehead.

Paul stared up at me through his long eyelashes. I softly smiled as Paul sat up and stroked my cheek. Paul slightly grinned as I kissed his forehead.

I slipped under the blankets of Paul's bed and pulled him close. No, we weren't together and we never would be, but Paul just needed someone. He was just my best mate, and I was his.

Paul nuzzled his head into my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around his fragile frame. I closed my eyes as I heard Paul's breathing slow. I waited for Paul to shift so I could pick up my glasses and a from Paul's beside table. I looked at the title. (Gone With The Wind) This should be interesting...

I read that book in one night. Three crying attacks, two babies borne, one "I'll never be hungry again", and what seemed like endless slaps later, Rhett Butler was saying to Scarlett O'Hara Hamilton Kennedy Butler "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn!"

That just turned on the water works! I continued reading through tears. Scarlett thought "I'll think about this tomorrow" "Geez Scar," I thought sarcastically. "Look how far 'I'll think about that tomorrow' has gotten you do far!" You need to stop procrastinating Scarlett!

But, when she said, "I'll go back to Tara!", I thought "Finally!!! This woman has FINALLY MADE A GOOD DECISION ON TOMORROW!!" And finally, she said when she said, "Tomorrow is another day!", I thought, "Finally, thank God something good has come and WILL bring something out of tomorrow!"

So, I sat with this huge one thousand page book on my lap, and pushed my reading glasses back on my nose. I thought about mine and Paul's 'situation'. Oh yes, Tomorrow will be another day...