Misery (John Lennon Fanfiction)

Part 12

Amelia's POV:||
I opened my eyes slowly, it couldn't have been any later than 4 am. Brisk air nipped at my toes. I sighed heavily and shut my eyes, pulling my feet back under the covers and leaning back against John. Wait. John. I opened my eyes quickly again, looking down at his arms wrapped around me at the waist.

"Shit" I mumbled. I carefully shifted forwards, loosening his hold. I slowly took his hands off my stomach and slid one leg off the bed.

He made an unhappy noise and tightened his hold, nuzzling his nose into my hair.

"John?" I whispered with a swallow.

"Hmn?" He grunted, opening one eye lazily. He smacked his tongue against the roof of his mouth before his eyes widened and he let go. "Shit" he scrambled up off the bed, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry, god M'sorry" he looked down, realising he was only in his boxers he took a pillow to cover himself.

"I-it's alright" I said pulling the covers up a little more "Y-you uh...you could've just asked" I chuckled softly.

"N-nothing uh..uh-" he said making hand gestures.

"No, no nothing happened, don't you remember that well?" I asked sincerely

"No I do.. I do now yeah.." He smiled a little, running his tongue over his teeth. He cleared his throat before speaking "I-I'll uh, show myself back to the floor"

"You can uh, stay if you want. Y'know s'pretty cold" I said, pulling the covers back for him.

"Really?" He asked, innocently.

"Sure" I nodded, shifting a little

"Th-thanks" he said softly, getting back into my bed. He adjusted the pillow and laid on his side facing me. He bit his lip and looked down, almost nervously "W-would uh, would y'mind if I uh, y'know" he said, staring at my side, his hand raised slightly.

"Uh sure...y'know, cold" I said, shifting a little closer to him, which wasn't very far in my little bed. He gently set his hand on my side, running it over onto my back.

"Yeah you're uh, warm" he smiled endearingly.

"Listen John-" I started

"Oh." He said with a swallow. "I can get out if y'like it's not a big deal"

"No no I.. I just want to. Are you okay?" I asked, looking into his eyes.

His façade went up and the fake smile came on "I'm alright."

"No I mean really, are you really okay?" I asked and his smile faded a little.

"Well...I'll be alright" he rubbed my back gently

"I consider us friends John, good friends y'know. I-I don't want you to suffer silently okay? You can come to me with anything, alright?" I assured, his smug smile appeared and he cleared his throat.

"Well Rhonda Robertson's boobs 've been haunting my nightmares" he grinned.

"Oh come on" I said, whacking his chest. "I mean it, whatever you need to talk about okay? Because, I-I know that you're not as tough as you put on."

He sighed a little "Would.. Can I-..." He struggled before gently wrapping his arms around me, leaning his face into my neck. "J-Jus' five minutes"

I wrapped my arms around him and rubbed his back, in the most plutonic way possible and said "Alright Lennon"