For Tomorrow - McLennon AU

19.

(A/N- Happy Birthday to the angel that is Paul McCartney 🥺)

9th November, 1955

"Come on, it's just down here, future boy!" John called out to Paul, leading him down the path to the church hall.

Paul laughed at the name 'future boy'.

"Don't call me that infront of your friends, John." He chuckled, trying to catch up with his now boyfriend.

There were many questions that John wanted to ask Paul, so many he didn't know where to start. What was TV like in the future? What was music like... What was society like?

"I won't. Don't worry."

"Did you finish that song in class?" Paul questioned, almost fully out of breath by hurling himself along on his crutches for yards.

"Yeah, wrote a bass line for Stu too. Wrote mine and George's bit, and I'm just gonna let Pete and Ringo do whatever they want. Freestyle how they feel is best."

"Alright." Paul smiled.

John reached forward, pushing the door open and letting Paul hop inside.

"Johnny?" George called out.

"Yep! And Paul too!"

As John and Paul walked in the main hall, John frowned at the fact George didn't jump from the stage and hug him... He'd seemed a bit off during school aswell.

"Alright Paul?" Stuart asked.

"Aye."

"John? You finished that song?" He asked.

"Certainly did." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a sheet of paper. "Finished it last lesson."

Pete seemed awfully quiet too, looking down at his guitar. Ringo said hello, but Pete... Nothing.

"Pete?" John asked.

"Hi." He replied, blatantly.

"Let's 'ave a look, Johnny." George asked, reaching over for the paper in John's hands, who let him have it.

After reading through the sheet, he smiled, passing it to Stuart.

"I like it. Ringo and Pete not got a part?"

"Was sort of thinking they could just make it up as the song went along." Stuart nodded.

After a few minutes, John led Paul over to a chair, and they began to play the song to him. From Paul's smile, John could tell he enjoyed it.

"What do you think, Paul?" Stuart asked, also smiling.

"I think it's a hit."

"Oh please, please can we all play that song you sang the other day, John?" George begged, everyone else falling silent at his words.

Goddamnit... Pete wasn't invited.

"What song?" Pete asked, confused.

When John looked over to George, he could see the sorrow in his eyes. His hand was over his mouth, regretting his words.

"Pete-" Stuart tried, but was cut off.

"What song?" He repeated, harsher this time.

"A song written by John that he played..." Ringo added, George staying silent.

"And when was this?"

"Yesterday." John admitted, scratching the back of his neck.