The Beatles One Shots

You Can Talk to Me

McLennon- this was a request of my friends a few months ago. I hope you all enjoy it!
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Paul's POV

I slam my book shut and look up as I hear John and I's shared bedroom door open.
"Another late night, hm?" I ask, getting out of bed. I walked towards him and hug him.

"Yeah... work's been stressful." He responded, hugging me back, his words slightly strewn together.

"Stressful? Is that why you smell of liquor?" I huffed, pushing him off. I walked towards the bed, my back to him.

"Paul... hey don't- don't be mad at me!" John said, walking closer.

I quickly turned around, tears in my eyes.

"John, it's nearly 10 o'clock! I called your boss! You left work at 5! What were you doing for five fucking hours? Drinking? We have alcohol here! Is it something I did? What's his name?!" I ranted, the tears spilling down my cheeks.

"You think I'd cheat? Do you really think I'm that bad of a person?!"

"What do you expect me to think, huh?! You're coming home late, DRUNK, every single night! P-Please! Tell me what the fuck I'm supposed to think!" I shouted, running my hand through my hair, pulling at it from the stress.

"I-..." He paused, thinking I suppose, "I'm not cheating. I wouldn't do that to you. Ever. I just... things have been so stressful lately and I didn't want to lash out at you or anything, so I go to the bar to clear my head."

I sat on the bed and put my face in my hands.

"We're supposed to work out things like this together. You can talk to me!" I look up at him, pain and guilt in my eyes.
"Am... am I not enough for you? I gave up everything to be with you! I loved you and I still do, but you... you don't feel the same?" I assumed.

John sat down next to me and shook his head.

"Paul, darling, of course I still love you. I just.. I didn't want to worry you with my trivial issues. I trust you and I love you, I promise. I'll make sure you feel that way til the very end, alright, Paulie?"

"Alright, Johnny..."

I felt my heart flutter like a kid with a crush as he leaned in to kiss me. I kissed him back. It was gentle and caring, unlike anything I'd felt before. Sure, it tasted of alcohol, but it was still John. I hugged him and pulled away.

"I'll do better, I promise."

"I love you, John."

"I love you too, Paul."