For Tomorrow - McLennon AU

18.

9th November, 1955

The next morning, Paul woke up first, finding himself wrapped in John's arms. He could feel the older one's breath on his neck, as his eyelashes fluttered open. His face felt sore, and he soon realised it was because he had fallen asleep crying.

"Johnny..." He whispered to the sleeping figure. "Johnny, wake up."

John began to stir, pulling Paul closer to him. The younger just chuckled to himself.

"Hmm..." The older hummed to himself. "Don't wanna go. Wanna stay here all day."

"I know. But you've got school..."

John glanced at his alarm clock. "I don't have to get up for ten minutes..."

Paul laughed as John leaned in to kiss him again. When the two pulled away, Paul smiled up at John.

"This stays a secret, yeah?"

"Of course, Macca." He nodded eagerly. "All of it."

"Good." Paul smiled, looking back down to John. "So are we... Boyfriends?"

"James Paul McCartney... Will you be my boyfriend?" John asked, in a corny voice.

"Yes, you cheesy oaf..." With that, Paul kissed John gently on the lips, again.

"So... Let's briefly talk about what happened then..." John asked, timidly. "How did you end up here?"

"We kissed-"

"I mean, here here..." John interrupted, smiling a little at Paul's forgetfulness.

"Ah..."

Paul looked down, beginning to fidget with his fingers.

"My mother... I had been sat with her all day. We had been expecting it, of course, but I didn't understand how bad it would hurt. She was my only friend..." He let out a sad sigh. "When her hand went still in my own, I had to leave. I left my family, and I just ran... Out of the hospital, over the car park and to what is, in 2019, a housing estate... And I was hit by a car. I don't know how it happened, but I ended up here."

"I am so sorry, Paul. About your mother.." John frowned, stroking over Paul's knuckles.

"We we're all expecting it." Paul explained, taking a deep breath. "But of course, the car crash..."

"Mimi was right..."

"Aye." Paul nodded. "Everything was just so... Hard. I passed out the first time I heard 1955. I mean, my family needed me... And wasn't there. I still am not there..."

"Oh Macca... I'm sorry."

Paul shook his head. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have been so careless."

"I know I probably shouldn't ask this... But is the future... Better?"

"I grew up thinking it was. That it'd suck being in a world without everything I had, but in many ways I actually like it here more... Mainly because of you, Mimi, and the friends I have... And if it wasn't for my family, I'd have no reason to go back."

"So what happens now?"

"I don't know. I don't know how I'm gonna get back or anythin'... Or if I'm stuck here."

"There must be a way to get back. I mean, you must have been sent here for a reason, because 64 years is a very random amount of years."

"Yeah. You're right." He'd never before thought about how random of a time period 64 years before was. "Or maybe I just was... Supposed to be born in 1941..."

"Maybe. What if this is where you belong?" John suggested.

"I don't know. I just decided to play it as it all went along, I guess."

"Do you want to go back?"

Paul tensed up at that question. At the beginning, he was definite that he did. But as he stared into John's beautiful eyes, he wasn't so sure anymore.

But his family. His Dad and brother both needed him at this time, and he wasn't there... His cousins, too. All the memories of his mother too.

"I'm not sure. If I go back, then I go back... But to what? My brother, my dad, but who else? I have nobody..." The room fell silent, John now also looking down. "But for now, I don't think I'm going anywhere."

"So... Does that mean I can carry on doing this?" A smirk appeared on John's face as he climbed ontop of Paul, leaning down to kiss the boy as he chuckled beneath him.

They pulled away from the kiss not too long after, Paul sitting up with a smile.

"John, I want to give you somethin'..."

"Hm?" He straddled Paul's legs, watching as the other boy leaned into the bedside table and took out a box.

It was the box that Mary had given him the day she died.

"My mother told me to give this to somebody special to me... And you, John Lennon, mean so much." Johns smirk went away, his eyes opening wide, as Paul opened the box.

"Macca..."

"No, John." He interrupted any of John's doubts. "Yesterday, you proved that you trusted me when you said you believed me. And therefore, I trust you enough to have the other necklace."

He took the necklace out of the black box that he had cried over many times before, and guided both of his hands to fasten it around John's neck.

"Look..." Paul reached forward, taking the end of what was now John's necklace, and putting it next to his. "Love..."

"Love." John repeated, eyes watering. "Oh Paulie... I love you so much." He smiled.

"I love you too..." They leaned forward, joining their lips together for one more kiss.

"John!" Mimi called from the hallway, beginning to walk downstairs, completely unaware of what was happening in John's room. "Get up, boy."

John smiled into the kiss, not pulling away.

Paul trusted John, and now if Paul did end up going back, John would still always have a part of him. And he didn't yet understand how much that also meant to John.

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(A/N- Short chapter, I'm sorry how short it is, but this chapter was very important, and I think it's better just being on its own.)