McLennon Oneshots

Unhappy Relationship

(A/N- Not my art 💓)

8th April, 1963

The time on the clock in Paul's apartment read 5:30 pm, which was the time a tv show he often enjoyed to watch usually aired.

The man had just made himself a sandwich and had sat down on his sofa, getting himself comfortable, when he was interrupted by a furious knock on his door.

"Fuck sake..." He muttered to himself, leaning to put the sandwich temporarily on the table in-front of him.

The banging on the door continued as he approached it.

"One minute..." He called back, unlocking it.

Opening the door, he wasn't shocked at all when he saw John standing there in a black turtleneck and jeans, looking very stressed.

"What is it now?" Paul teased, rolled his eyes.

This often happened. At random points of the day John would just call round to Paul's apartment, either extremely stressed and annoyed, or happy. There was no inbetween.

"Cynthia." He huffed.

"Come in..." Paul sighed, opening the door more and letting him in.

Cynthia was a common topic.

As she was now 8 months pregnant, John would often come round to escape from her and her needs.

Although, one time he did come round with happy news over Cyn's pregnancy, the first time the baby kicked. But that was pretty much the only time he seemed excited about it at all.

"What's she done now?" He said mockingly, closing the door behind him.

"I got the wrong cheese." He called, causing Paul to start laughing. "The wrong fucking cheese! How? I didn't even know that there were different types of cheese, Paulie."

Paul's laughing turned into a big grin as he heard the nickname. He loved it when John called him that... It made him feel warm inside, happy.

So maybe he had some feeling for John... But they were nothing serious, luckily. He didn't think so, atleast.

Even if they were serious, Paul could never do anything about them. John had a pregnant wife for God's sake, and even though she often stressed the man out, he knew that John did still love her. John would never love Paul like that.

No matter how much Paul wished otherwise.

"I mean, it's just cheese." He sighed, leaning forward over the kitchen counter, running his hands through his hair.

And God did Paul love it when he did that...

"Yeah, but you gotta remember John, she's 8 months pregnant... Her cravings are probably everywhere at the moment."

"I don't care about her cravings." He whined, like a small child who didn't get what he wanted.

Paul chuckled to himself.

"You know that's not true, Johnny." He immediately regretted saying the nickname out loud as soon as he did, mentally cursing himself.

John slowly turned around, a wide smirk on his face.

"Johnny? I didn't know you were into nicknames, Paulie." He began to walk into the living room. Paul didn't reply, he was too flustered to even speak. "Oh sorry, were you watchin' somethin'?" He asked, nodding at the TV.

"Erm... Yeah. But it doesn't matter, I can watch it on repeat tomorrow."

"Good, because there's lots more I have to complain about." He stated, making himself comfortable on Paul's sofa.