Need Your Loving Tonight (A John Deacon x Reader Fanfic)

Chapter 8

I woke up to the sound of record scratches that was probably the Beatles record Amber put on last night and forgot about it. Amber was passed out next to me on my bed, which I just shrugged too. I'll just steal her bed.

I went over to the record player set upon Amber's dresser and turned it off. I slipped the Beatles album into its case, and flopped onto Amber's bed. For some reason, it felt more comfortable than mine, but that could just be because I'm tired.

I looked around and saw on the alarm clock that it was only 3 AM. It felt like hours ago that we fell asleep after rocking out to There's A Place, but of course, I am tired.

I stared up at the ceiling before falling asleep, listening to the sweet silence, save for a couple of police sirens and cars driving by. That's one thing I missed about home, the perfect silence.

My life has changed dramatically in the course of what, two days? First of all, I already made friends- although only four- and fell in love with a man. And had my first drink. I couldn't wait to hear my mum's reaction over the phone when I told her how that happened.

Before I knew it, I was out cold. That night, I dreamt of John and I, laying down on the ground in a meadow, laughing and talking about whatever. Then he disappeared in thin air, like a rainbow does when the sun comes out.

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"Can anyone tell me the answer?" Mrs. Morgan called out, scanning the audience in front of her.

Already we were learning basic calculus in Maths class, and it was only the second day. I sighed; my brain was already hurting. My fellow students apparently felt the same way as no one put their hands up.

"Roger, how 'bout you?" the professor said, pointing to an almost asleep Roger.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," he mumbled, lifting up his head. Some kids in the class tittered.

As Roger asked Mrs. Morgan what was the question again and more students laughed, I stole a little glance at John next to me. He seemed engrossed in his Maths book, ignoring the teacher as much as he could. A small little frown was on his lips as he studied something over and over again.

I smiled at the sight in front of me. This man was being cute without even knowing. I looked away towards the professor and tried to involve myself into the lecture, but I couldn't. All I could think about was John and the dream I had last night. Was it a warning or something? Surely dreams didn't mean anything. But I read somewhere in a old magazine that dreams were like the windows to the future; they predicted the future before you knew it and forgot all about it. Then I disregarded the article, thinking it wasn't true. But now maybe it did.

"(Y/N)? Is there something on your mind you'll like to share?" Mrs. Morgan called out to me. She apparently had called on me and I didn't answer.

"Uh, no, sorry," I shook my head. "Wh-what was the question?"

Mrs. Morgan sighed, and repeated the question. After doing some work on my paper, I told her the answer.

"Good. Now..." she continued, telling us how to find the f(x,y) in a certain equation that made no sense to me.

I looked back towards John, and smiled once more. His nose was still in the Maths book, trying to make sense of something I bet. The little frown that was once there was now gone, replaced by his tongue sticking out in concentration. I literally felt myself get dizzy just thinking about how cute he was. Was that normal?