Devil In Her Heart (John Lennon fanfic)

Chapter 100.

Me and John walked back into the hotel, still hand in hand. As we made our way to the elevator, I turned to look at him.

"I'm glad you joined me out there."

"Yeah it was nice actually. It was like a sort of cleansing I really needed. After Stu's death I...I never forgave myself for not trying harder to keep him with us. Even if it was his time, we would 'ave been there to atleast see his final moments."

I looked down and nodded. "He wanted to leave John. He died doing what he loved."

"Yeah. I just wish he would have called or somethin." He sighed.

We walked into the elevator and stayed quiet. I pulled my hand back from his and looked at him.

"Incase anyone might be waiting for you or be in the hall. Wouldn't want your princess to see us like this."

"She'll be fine...Lucy, what happened between us?"

"You chose her." I whispered looking down.

"I should've listened to ye. I was a stupid juvenile who I hate now."

"I'm half to blame. I shouldn't have been running to George with every problem I had and...instead of facing you, I just slept around with anyone who was willing to listen. Maybe I didn't know what love was."

"Maybe we both didn't. All I know is that once ye left, a huge part of me left with you. A good side of me. The side of me everyone got on with."

I gave him a small smile and looked down as the elevator doors opened.

"I'll see you around John."

"I hope so. Sleep well Luce."

"You too."

And just like that, we went on our seperate ways.

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The next day I spent the day avoiding the blonde devil, aka Cyn and her red headed disciple, Jane.

I was eating breakfast alone at my own table as the guys and their girls sat at one big table, talking and laughing. I wrote in my notebook about the people in Miami and the weather. I sighed listening to the girls giggle. I finished my food and walked over to Brian.

"I think i'm going to head back now. Since there's not much to report here."

"Why not stay? Tomorrow morning we'll be headed back and you can come along when the lads go off to do Ed Sullivan again."

"That sounds nice but i'm a bit homesick I guess. I'll just get a plane back myself."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'll see you in New York." I smiled. He gave me a small hug as I watched John watching me. I looked away and pulled back, making my way out of the small restaurant. I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked back to the hotel.

I grabbed my suitcase and called a cab to pick me up. I was walking down the hall when I saw John running towards me.

"Lucy! Wait!" He yelled catching up to me. I just looked up at him.

"What's wrong?" I asked a bit surprised.

"Nothing I...where are ye goin!?"

"Oh um, back to New York. I'm just a little uncomfortable here. Being somewhere I particularly don't belong."

"You'll always belong to me." He said. I smiled a little.

"John I need to go. I'll see you around."

I began walking as I heard him follow.

"Do you ever think of me?" He asked. I stopped in my tracks and looked at him.

"Yeah. I do. I remember college. The gigs at the clubs that were horribly stuffy and made us sweat like crazy."

"I'd always get fuckin pissed out of my mind and you'd drag me home."

I laughed. "Yeah. Home."

He looked at me and sighed. "We used to love each other so much. Why couldn't we stay like that?"

"You know why John." I said watching his hand reach for mine. I let him take my hand in his. His was cold and rough as mine was warm and soft.

"My first trip to America. My first Love. My first shag in the good ol U S of A."

I giggled and blushed. "Yeah? And how was it?"

"Fuckin Brilliant." He smiled.

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John decided to come with me to the airport, as long as he wore sunglasses, a hat and a large coat. I laughed at how much he tried to avoid people, when back in the old days, he'd do anything to get attention.

"D'you still 'ave the old car?" He asked as we sat in the back of one of his black cars. I nodded.

"Yeah. Still works and everything."

He nodded. "Will ye be okay flying by yourself? I know you get nervous and all."

"I'll be okay John. Um, thanks for asking."

"No problem."

"Is it a boy or girl?" I asked looking at the dark clouds in the sky.

"What?"

"Your baby." I said turning to him.

"Oh uh, a boy. Everyone says he looks just like me. His name is Julian. I uh, named 'im after me mum."

I smiled as he looked down. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently.

"I'm happy for you. Atleast one of us made it."

"To be honest, I don't know if I really did."

He looked at me and shrugged.

"Were here." The driver said. We got out and made our way inside. I had my ticket waiting as I talked to the lady behind the counter. As I walked back I could hear thunder as the clouds rolled in closer. I felt my stomach turn a little. John must have noticed this because he wrapped an arm around my waist.

"You'll be fine. Everything will be fine Luce."

"What if something happens? I mean what if the plane is old or not in good shape? What if lightning strikes it or the engine fails and it falls!? I mean we don't know..."

He pressed a finger over my lips and looked at me. I stayed quiet and froze as he leaned down and kissed me. I kissed back for a few seconds but pulled back.

"John, I can't." I whispered. "I can't be that girl anymore."

I listened as my flight number was called.

"You still love me don't ye." He said looking into my eyes. "I still love you Lucy. For years I pushed it out of my mind but one look at you and...it all came back."

I swallowed and closed my eyes. "I have to go John."

"Just tell me you love me. Please." I looked at him and could see the pleading in his eyes. The hurt. The sadness. I leaned up and pressed my lips against his. His lips instantly moved with mine as we stood in the middle of the airport just kissing.

After a few minutes, I pulled back. "I love you John."

He smiled and nodded. "Have a safe flight. I'll see ye in a few days okay?"

"Okay. Bye John. Until next time." I smiled breaking out of his grasp. I walked away and looked back, waving at him as he watched me until I disappeared out of his sight.

As I sat in my seat once on the plane, I looked out the window as it began to rain. Thunder roaring in the sky. I could feel my heart beating against my ribcage like crazy. It'll be fine. I told myself. This will be a perfect flight. I'll arrive to New York in three hours safe and sound.

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