Is It Worth It? (Mclennon Fic)

Chapter Two

Sunlight flooded through the crack in the curtains, waking me gently. Here I lay, in a single bed, with John curled around me.

Fuck.

I pushed him off me, before opening the door quietly and leaving to the bathroom.

George was passed out on the couch, half a whiskey in his hand. I suspected Ringo was in his and George's room.

Entering the bathroom, I saw my reflection for the first time since yesterday afternoon.

I looked tired.

Really tired.

And that's how I felt. I splashed my face with water, yet this made little to no difference.

Brushing my teeth, I began to think about what happened last night.

Crying. Lots of crying.

John.

Alone.

Drunk John.

Affectionate John.

Sleepy John.

"Because I love you."

What was I supposed to make of this? Obviously John was drunk, but maybe there was some truth to what he said...

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I threw my toothbrush back on the bench and wandered out of the bathroom into the living room. George was still passed out, and Ringo was laying on the opposite couch with a cup of water next to him.

"Morning Ringo."

He glanced up at me, before giving me a small smile. "Morning Paul. You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm right. What about you? Headache?"

He nodded, before covering his eyes.

I glanced over at George, who still appeared to be completely out of it, and walked into my room. John still lay on my bed.

I decided it was probably best to just let him sleep, so I got changed and sat on his bed.

His shoulders rose and fell, in accordance with his breathing.

"No... No..." He whispered, his eyebrows knitted together in a
confused expression.

"He's... Best... No..."

I couldn't make out what he was saying.

"I don't... I can't... Paul..."

My heart seemed to skip a beat at the mention of my name. Why was he sleep talking about me? And he can't what?

His breathing became shorter, and he started to move.

"Why... Paul..."

He began to look panicked, so I decided to wake him up. For some reason I made an effort to stay quiet, despite the fact my very goal was to wake the man up. My hand rocked his shoulder gently, in a tame attempt to wake him.

"John, wake up."

He hit my hand away.

"IM SORRY! I CANT HELP IT!" He yelled.

He looked terrified. This time I held both his shoulders and shook.

"Wake up John."

He shook his head a few times, before sitting straight up and gasping. He kept gasping for air, meaning he couldn't link his words into sentences and everything became jumbled.