Beatles oneshots (mostly Mclennon)

Mclennon

Title: Don't leave me

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Love, love me do,

You know I love you,

I'll always be true

So please love me do,

Oh oh love me do,

Love love me do

You know I love you,

I'll always be true,

So please love me do

Oh love me do,

Someone to love,

Somebody new,

Someone to love,

Someone like you.

John heard the scribble of a pencil on paper as the song closed off. Paul had cooped himself up in his room all day, perfecting this song of his. It really good, really, but Paul seemed really set on getting it spotless- which was unusual. Before this, he'd write a bit, scribble down some chords, and pass them to John to mess with. But now, he was so set on doing it himself. John, being his best friend, took the liberty of staying in his room with him, ensuring he actually ate when he needed, had frequent drinks and wrapped up his sore fingers. 

"Finally, got that bit down." he heard Paul mutter. 

"Paul, c'mon lad. Ye need to take a break. Look at them fingers of yours." John told him, "Let's go to the park, have a walk. Then when we get back ye can continue on that song." he suggested. Paul sighed, sucking on his thumb to rid it of the small drops of blood. 

"Fine, I s'pose I should let me fingers have a rest." he grumbled.

"That's the spirit, Macca!" John cheered, pulling him up and shrugging on his jacket. Paul picked up his own and they walked out, into the chill, November air. As they walked, John noticed Paul continuingly massaging his temples.

"Ye alright, Macca?" he asked. Paul nodded his head.

"Head hurts a bit, probably overlapping with ideas for tha' song." he complained slightly. John chuckled before turning to him.

"Who's it for?" 

"What?"

"That song, who's it for?" he repeated, gently. Trying not to hurt his friend's head.

"Who says it's for anyone?" Paul argued indignantly.

"Obviously it is, you've never wanted a song so perfect in your life. Usually, you'd come to me if ye struggling but this time yer working ye ass off." John explained casually, like asking if he wanted a cuppa.

Paul sighed, once again, shoulder slumping, "It's a lost cause Johnny. I actually found someone, who I really, truly like. More then a fling like. I want to be with them, but they'll never like me back. So I wrote a song about it, cause I can." he explained vaguely.  

"Lemme get this straight, ye fancy a girl, but ye don't think you can get 'em?" John asked, "Since when does Macca give up on a bird? All of them love you?" 

"John, are you homophobic?" the younger man asked, sporadically. 

"Wha- no? I don't really care, love is love, isn't it?" 

Paul looked relieved and shot a smile at him, "Good, coz I fancy a lad. Not a bird." Paul whispered. John looked shocked at his remark.

"So you're a queer?"