McLennon Oneshots

Letters

(A/N- This will be the last oneshot for a while, as I have a new story coming soon. However, they aren't stopping, as I have so much fun writing them. The story is called 'Stop Crying Your Heart Out' and I'd love for you to check it out ❤️.)

1964

John was sat in the living room with Cynthia, bouncing Julian slowly up and down on his knee, watching some weird gameshow. He didn't know what was happening on the screen, but he didn't care either. The time was 10am, aka the time that the postman usually came around the estate.

I wonder if Paul received my letter...

And then there was a sound from the letterbox, which made John smile, no matter how much he tried to stop himself.

"I'll get it." Cynthia said.

"No, you're okay. I'll get it." John offered, passing Julian to Cynthia, who took him with a confused and non-trusting look. "Won't be a few minutes. Tell me if she wins the money." He called back, refering to the woman on the gameshow?

"Minutes?" Cynthia called back, but John was already out of the living room door, having closed it behind him.

The man smiled as he caught the first glimpse of the letter on the floor. After turning around once more to check there was no sign of Cynthia, he picked up the letter, sneaking into his office.

To Johnny.

(I'm sorry in advance if any of these words are unreadable. Jane's just in the next room.)

I'm really looking forward to next month, I honestly can't wait to go on tour. We're going to have so much fun, Johnny. Just me and you.

We'll be truly together again, and I've missed that. I hope you have too.

Remember when we were younger and we used to meet up in the strawberry fields? I wish we could do that again every so often, it was much fun.

And Hamburg...

But anyway, how's Julian and Cynthia? I must pop by some time and see you all. But unfortunately if I do I'll have to bring Jane along.

If possible, it won't be as fun as going on tour will, but I'll still get to see that gorgeous face of yours, so I don't know why I'm complaining.

~Lots of Love,
Paul

John smirked as he read the letter, excited at the thought of Paul calling round soon. And even though they both knew they'd had to act up if it did happen, they would both just be happy to see eachother.

The man placed the letter back in the envelope, reaching in his pocket for the key to unlock the draw that held the safe. Inside that was every letter that Paul had ever wrote to John, normal letter or love letter. As well as some letters that John had wrote, but been to scared to send.

He locked everything back up, reaching over to write a letter of his own in return.

To my gorgeous Macca,

You naughty boy, writing a letter to your lover while Jane is close by! Lucky your arse didn't get caught, mister...