My P.O.V.
I woke up still in John's arms. I placed a small kiss on his lips and went downstairs. George and Paul looked up at me with sympathetic eyes. I made myself a cup of tea and sipped it. John walked in and sat on the counter.
"Ello."
"Hi,"I smiled.
He jumped off and pressed his lips onto mine. He smiled and pulled away.
"Love ya,"He whispered.
"I love you too,"I pecked his nose.
I went into the living room and sat on the couch. We all stayed quiet.
"You guys are boring,"I sighed and ran upstairs.
I felt strong arms grab my waist from behind.
"Ello, love."
I giggled and tried to get out of his grip. I turned around to see John smirking.
"Trust me, yer not getting away from me,"He pressed his lips to mine.
"Stop kissing me."
"Why?"He asked.
I shook my head and ran to my room. He ran after me.
"I'll kiss ya if I wanna kiss ya,"He said.
"You'll distract me."
"So?"He pressed his lips onto mine, once again.
"Remember when we were kids and we'd always go to school together?"He asked.
"Uh, yeah."
"And then I went off to university?"
"Yeah."
"I'm sorry I left ya,"He pressed his forehead onto mine.
"It's fine,"I shook my head.
He grabbed my wrists and pulled his forehead away. He looked at my scars.
"Tell me ya did this,"He said.
"What?"
"Why'd ya cut yerself?"
"My dad died, I was alone, you stopped hanging out with me, the bullies, and my mom was never home."
"How many times did ya cut?"
"3 times."
He went into my drawer and grabbed my pocket knife.
"John-"
He dug the knife into his skin three times. I grabbed a towel and stopped the bleeding.
"Why did you do this?"I asked.
"Ta make ya feel better,"He whispered.
"It's gonna scar."
"Okay."
"The fans-"
"Who cares about what they think?"
I sighed and pulled the towel away.
"Does it hurt?"
"Not really,"He shook his head.
I placed a small kiss on his lips. Ringo walked in.
"He- what happened ta ya?"Ringo asked.
"I cut myself on glass,"John lied.
"Well, Cynthia's here."
