Devil In Her Heart (John Lennon fanfic)

Chapter 109.

"Lucy!? You in there!? Please answer!"

I woke up with a throbbing hangover and the sound of banging on the door the next morning. I picked my head up and gasped as I noticed a naked George Harrison laying next to me. I turned around to see John naked as well, his arm around my waist.

What happened last night? Everything was just a big huge blur. All I could remember from last night was a lot of laughing, touching, kissing, and moaning.

"Lucy come on! Don't make me use the key!"

"Guys get up!" I whispered loudly and shook them. They just groaned and moved around.

"Shhh. Hangover not so happy." George mumbled and went back to sleep. I held my head in my hands as the banging got louder.

"John!" I whispered loudly as he picked his head up. The banging still not stopping.

"Go get the door. But don't let him know were 'ere." He said kissing my cheek. I nodded and jumped off the bed, putting a robe on and answering the door.

"Hi Brian. Um...I was just, taking a bath."

"I see. Have you seen John and George?? We've looked everywhere and can't find them! I knew this would happen!" He said sounding frustrated.

"Shhh Brian." I said pressing my finger over my lips. "This hangover is killing me."

Just then, we heard something break, then the sound of someone cursing.

"What was that?" Brian asked curiously.

"What was what??"

He pushed the door all the way open and looked suprised to see John in his underwear, stumbling to pull his pants on as George sat on the edge of the bed, putting his underwear on. I covered my face with my hands as I groaned.

"Oh. I see. Well, just make sure to be out and ready in an hour. We got a plane to catch." And with that, he turned on his heel and left us alone. I closed the door and sighed walking back to the guys.

"I need coffee."

..

August 23, 1964

"Fucking hell Vancouver was a fucking knockout." John said smoking a cigarette.

"It was alright." Paul said shrugging. He glanced at me and looked away. I just ignored him as we made our way into the hotel.

We were now staying in Los Angeles. Next venue? Hollywood Bowl. After this concert, we all got a three day break which relieved most of us.

After Seattle, I noticed Paul has been spending most of his time with one of the other Journalists from a different magazine. She was blonde with brown eyes. She seemed nice but, I just hope she didn't think Paul was going to fall head over heels for her and invite her back to England and make her his wife. He's going to break her heart I just know it.

As for me, I was having lots of fun with George and John. But that's all it was. Fun. I spent a lot of my time talking to Andrew over the phone and kept my promise so far to write him a postcard everywhere I went. Work also helped remind me what I was really here for.

Dear Andrew, Los Angeles is a fucking mad house. I got a few little souveniers for you which you better like! I wish you were here. I miss you tons and to be honest, your kisses as well. Work is keeping me sane and life is moving on. When I get back, we should take a trip together! Stir up shennanigans on the beach or something! Love you Andrew. Kisses and hugs. In that order.

   Love Luce.

I was walking down the hall after a long hot shower and pulled my coat around me as I made my way into the elevator to send my postcard. As I made my way out of the elevator, I saw Jane. She was talking to the lady from behind the counter, looking annoyed.