This Year

Chapter Nine

(A/N:

After hundreds of exams and deadlines, renovating our house and endless work hours for my waitress job, I can finally get into the swing to write again. (awyeahh) It's been too long and writing is something I really enjoy. I'm SO stoked to see how many reads and votes I've gotten being away! Thank you all so so much for reading this thing of mine. I really appreciate it! I promise it won't be long between the updates from now! (wohoo) ALSO; I'M GOING TO SEE PAUL MCCARTNEY LIVE THE 7TH OF JULY, AND I'M SEATED RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE STAGE. I just had to rave about. It's truly insane. Aaanyways, here comes the next chapter! It's not too long, but it's something for now. I have to get up my creativity for writing chapters again. Haha. Enjoy! ;xx

I stared at my ceiling. I placed the tips of my fingers on my cheek. Was it real? If it was real and not my mind playing tricks on me, I was kissed by Paul yesterday. Oh my god. I never believed I would kiss or be kissed by a teddy boy. Paul McCartney, the teddy boy. Never. It was only on the cheek though. Does that still count? I mean, I've been kissed by John, and that was not just a kiss on the cheek. I had no idea why I freaked out so much over a kiss on the cheek..

What happened after the kiss? We just stared at eachother until we heard footsteps outside the door. I figured it was Paul's brother Mike by the dorky way he shouted his name. I figured this was a good time to break the awkward mood and head home. I said I had to leave because I was expecting my mum to come home. Of course it was a lie. When was she ever coming home.

The silence in my livingroom was cut by the loud ringing noise of the phone. Still in my daydream state, I got up from my bed and walked over to the old red phone. I slowly lifted the phone up to my ear-

"Darling?"

Great. Mum. Don't really want to talk to her.

"Yeah, hi mum." 

"How are you?" 

"I'm fine."

I said with my pissed off voice. I think she got the point.

"Look, I'm sorry. It looks like I have to be here for a little bit longer. I've sent some more money, so you'll be fine. Okay..?"

"Okay? Are you kidding? Money is not the thing I care about, and I can get my own money. I'm going to find a job. I don't need yours." I said irritated and slammed the phone. Such bullshit. It sounds like a harsh thing for me to do, but I'm so damn tired of the same story happening over and over. It also made me grow up way too fast. I had to live and take care of myself from when I was really young.

I had to take my mind off this. She did say she sent money, and it wouldn't hurt just bying a record or two would it? You know what? Screw it. I will get a job and earn my own money later.

I put some makeup on, grabbed my coat and got dressed, unlocked my red bicycle and started to ride down the street. The cold wind kissed my cheeks as I flew by the neighbourhood on my way to the record shop.

The two small bells over the door rang when I opened the door and stepped into the warm crammed shop. I noticed straight away that they'd recieved new records. Perfect. I was in awe. I walked slowly through the store and touched the records lightly with my index finger. It may sound strange to you, but this was like a daydream for me. Music had always been my passion and I loved to lookat the records in the shops. Thanks to dad and his left-handed guitar he used to bring out when I was going to bed when I was little. He used to do it when my mum wouldn't know. He used to sneak it in my room and play for me. "What  are you two doing?! This late?! Put that away, NOW!" her voice rang in my head while imagining me and my dad laughing and hiding the guitar, telling me not to mind her. Damn mum. I wonder what she was up to by now. My daydreaming in a land of records was stopped abruptly when I bumped into someone obviously in a hurry. I fell over.

"Oh god, I'm sorry." a manly voice said with a quite thick Liverpool accent.

"No no, it's okay. I should be the one to apologize." I said crouching down to collect my belongings.

"I was-" I looked at him and quickly shut my mouth.

Oh my god. Lennon.

"L- look, I'm sorry. I have to buy something and leave. If you'll excuse me.." I said while I grabbed my belongings and tried to walk past him looking down.

It didn't work.

"Laura?" he said grabbing my hand turning me around so he could see my face.

I lifted my head slowly so I could see his face. He had a bruise on his lip as well as Paul. Did they really fight over me that night? I couldn't understand it.

Then this rush of fury came over me remembering that night. I felt so angry and intimidated. I shook his hand of me quickly.

"Don't touch me." I snarled at him. God I was angry at him for both insulting me and hitting Paul. It must've been John that threw the first punch.

I didn't even care about the records anymore. I just wanted to get out. I walked as fast as I could through the rainy street. After walking for a while I stopped and turned around to see if he still was there. He wasn't. I stood there a bit to catch my breath. It was really pouring down and I was soaking wet. Damn you Liverpool and your bad weather. I also realised that I forgot my bike. Great. There was a bench in empty dark street that I walked over to sit down on. It felt like the world just came crashing down on me while I sat there in the rain. I felt abandoned and neglected, intimidated and angry, and I had no idea on how to get home. It was raining, I forgot my bike and there were no buses going right now. I wouldn't cry. Big girls didn't cry. My dad used to say it to me whenever I was sad in a soft and caring voice. I missed him so much.. It was very quiet in the streets. The only sound was the rain. I couldn't help it. I started to cry alone on the bench.

I have no idea on how long I sat there, but it was for a very long time considering how soaked my clothes were, and how cold I was.

Suddenly the rain wasn't the only thing I could hear anymore.

"Laura..?

I stopped staring at the ground and slowly lifted my head up to see who it was. Then I saw his face.