Meet My Demons.

Don't stop.

I woke up the next morning and noticed I was still sitting by the window.

"Li?" A voice, so quiet yet audible, called out from my bedroom and I got up, walking to where he had called out to me.

"Jim" I sighed in relief, he was still here. I ran over to him and hugged him again as he rubbed my back. Last night was such a blur.

"I want to go see some friends today if you want to come" Jim whispered into my hair and I gulped. "Do you want me to come?" I asked him and he nodded. "I'll come then" I sighed, walking over to my draws.

Grabbing out some black jeans and my black leather jacket, my Beatles top to wear under it, I walked off to the bathroom, having a quick shower and quickly getting ready.

"I'm so glad you got rid of the beard" I said to Jim as I walked into my kitchen and he nodded. "I'm glad to, that thing was so fucking itchy"

"We look the same" Jim smiled, gesturing to his outfit and hair then to mine. He walked us over to the mirror and I gasped. We really did look the same. 

"I can go change if you like" I whispered and he shook his head. "No, you are the other part of me so who cares if you dress like me" He smiled, his face full of happiness.

"I rented a car" Jim said as we walked outside, scratching the back of his neck. "I also called your boss and told him you won't be in for the next 3 weeks" He smiled cheekily and I screwed my face up.

"You're 23 and don't have a car yet" (I'll put at the end everyone's ages) Jim sighed, running a hand through his hair. He set off, laughing as he turned the radio on and John Lennon's voice filled the car.

"Do you still like the Beatles?" He asked and I nodded. "Yeah, I have their records at home" He smiled as he kept looking at the road, pulling up near a bar. He got out of the car and walked around to my side, opening the door. 

"Is this a new love interest?" "Jim, is your girlfriend pregnant?" "why are you in New York?" "Is she a groupie?" 

Jim turned around to face the paparazzi that were screaming shit at us. "Shes my sister and no, she is not pregnant. I am in New York for her and fuck no she is no fucking groupie" He muttered as he put his arm around me, leading me into the bar.

"JIMMY" Someone shouted at us from across the room and my eyes flicked to the floor, not daring to look up. When I did, I was met with a whole bunch of guys. I should have known. 

My checks went a bright red colour. "I've met them before" I muttered into Jim's ear as the others looked at me, mouths open. "Apart from the two who look the same" I said again.

"Well as my younger sister just informs me, she has meet the beloved Rolling Stones already," Jim rolled his eyes. "But is yet to meet Rod and Ronnie, this is my dearest sister, Lilac." Their eyes came to mine and looked quickly away, as if looking at me was like looking at the sun. My eyes then met Keith's as he looked distort. I continued to look around and my jaw dropped.

"George fucking Harrison" I said as I blushed, looking down at my top. "Lilac fucking Morrison" He said back, throwing his head back and laughing. "I'm so sorry if James would have told me who was coming today this top would have been the last thing I put on" I said in a low voice as I sat down next to Jim. "Its fine, love, I love it" He smiled as I looked down at my lap.

"Do you want anything to eat?" Jim whispered into my ear as I shook my head, looking down. "Please, at least have something to drink, or some fruit" He begged in my ear. "Can I have an apple and some water?" I asked him and he nodded, telling the waitress what I wanted.