You sat down on the bed where you and John spent most of your nights either playing music, or making love. This time, however; you were playing with his hair as he wrote a song. Getting frustrated every second, you reassured him he was the best and that he had this.
"I just can't bloody do this!" He exclaimed as he threw the paper to the floor, laying back. You hated seeing him like this, so you got off the bed to pick up the strewn piece of paper.
"John, my love, throwing paper isn't going to solve any of your problems. Come here we can do it. YOU can do it." You smiled as John sat up shrugging a bit,
"Yeah (y/n) i guess you're right..." He sighed as he rolled his eyes
"I guess I've always had that special touch." You laughed as John chuckled kissing you softly.
You kissed back as he wrote the song, 'Dizzy Miss Lizzy.'
YOU ARE READING
the beatles imagines
Randomjust a great big book of imagines of our four favorite mop top boys!! there will be sad ones smutty ones fluffy ones horrific ones anything basically
