That Particular Day. John's POV
Title: That Particular Day, Chapter 2
Author: abene74
Rating: PG
Pairing: John/Paul
Warning: Sweet feelings, angsyt and emotional
Disclaimer: .I am creating this completely from my J/P obsessed mind. It never happened , as far as I know
Timeline: 1961
Word Count: Under a 2000 words, I'm sure
Summary: Paul and John are working on a new tune, when John begins to realize there is way more to their relationship then it seems.
Author's Note: This is taking off from the first chapter. I did this in John's POV, and it also continues on a little further on then Paul's POV.
Chapter 2
I didn't know what came over me that day. It was a feeling that I had in the pit of my stomach from the time that I opened my eyes. After the grogginess cleared, my first clear thought was of Paul. We had planned to work on a few songs together that afternoon, at his fathers house. I treasured these moments we had together. Sitting across from each other. Legs occasionally grazing. Bouncing ideas off each other. Inspired by each others energy. I swear it's like we do it on purpose, passing it off as if it's random. I noticed that the last time we were working together at Mimi's, there was a tension between us. Intense looks between us, but then again it might just be me. I mean, yeah sometimes Paul seems to maybe be going through what I'm going through. But then again, I can't imagine it's even close to what I'm feeling. I would guess that he just really looks up to me, and the rest, for the most part, is just in me head. At times we'd just hang out together like regular ol' mates, but then again, that's usually when we're also with George and Stu, or some other mates. But when we're alone, we become different. Closer. May be even a bit selfish. We get so wrapped up and all things John and Paul, at times it feels as if no one else matters. But the thing is me and Paul have been close since day one. It's just had grown and grown into this. Whatever this is.
That particular day, which hadn't been too different from any other day we've practiced, alone, accept for the fact that what I've felt for him seemed to have been magnified. I found it hard to concentrate. I've always admired that adorable face of his, but this time I felt like I was under a spell. Whenever he spoke to me, I couldn't stop staring at his mouth. The only thing that could tear me away from them, was those big, doe'y eyes. But I would manage to gain some composure and get back to work, practicing a new and difficult chord change. And while playing, if he started to sing, trying to create a new melody, my eyes would go back to where that lovely sound was being produced, which were those juicy, luscious lips. I felt my face go flush many times that afternoon. I don't usually feel shy around Paul. Even when things get a little intense between us, but that day, I felt so bashful. It was as if at that very moment things were changing within me, and I no longer was in control of it.
At one point it seemed as if Paul took notice of how much I'd been staring at him. He started to stare back. For the first time I found it hard to hold his gaze. I then began to focus on my playing. Finally finding the right chords and hearing Paul playing along with me, the melody began to take shape, all the while those exotic eyes remained on me. Of course sometimes he'd look away, down to his guitar, but only briefly. I licked my lips nervously, and continued to play. But then I noticed Paul's playng was starting to go out of synch with mine. Often you lose your rhythm if you don't have a backbeat, but then he had slowed to the point where we were completely out of synch. I finally found enough courage to bring my eyes back up to his, just to inquire, questioningly saying his name, "Paul?" Right then, in that very moment I couldn't look away if I wanted to. The look in his eyes, the magnetic energy that I felt between us.... it's just too hard to explain. I felt completely overwhelmed, and by the look in his eyes, he was feeling something too. He looked like he had just noticed something about me for the first time. Something he'd never seen before.
He responded by only saying my name "John". His voice quivered as he said it. He slowly lifted his guitar over his head, and layed it safely aside on top of the bed, never letting his gaze drop from mine. I can't believe this could be happening! Is this really happening, was all running through my head. Can this beautiful man feel about me, the way that I feel about him? He looked down at my guitar, gesturing me to do the same as he. And those intense, gorgeous eyes, again, were right back, staring into my soul. As soon as I lay me guitar down, his hand is pulling mine for me to join him on the bed. With flushed cheeks, bravely he began. "John, listen, please don't run from me, or be disgusted with me, but I have to tell you something." He adjusted himself on the bed a little and continued. "John, I've been feeling this way, more or less, since the day we've met. Eccept now, I can't control it anymore. I can't carry on pretending that I don't have feelings for you". Paul confessed, his eyes beginning to well up. " I can't pretend anymore because..... I'm in love with you." He looked away in shame as a tear began to slide down his cheek. He began to look anguished, and started to panick, regretting it. Regretting that his emotions got the best of him. He got up off the bed walking towards the door, but remembering this was his house. "John I'm sorry, please......" I quickly met his side, by the door. There was no way I'd let him go through this alone. "Paulie, love..." I turned his face towards mine gently and put my other hand behind his head. Massaging his soft brown hair with my thumb. He knitted his brows together, with a look of question. " Paul, love, don't be afraid. I feel the same as you do. I'm in love with you. I'm scared to death about this, but you have to know that you're not alone with this. Come'ere Paulie" Pulling him into my arms, we just shakingly held each other for a long while. Trying to absorb what had just happened between us.
tbc
Author: abene74
Rating: PG
Pairing: John/Paul
Warning: Sweet feelings, angsyt and emotional
Disclaimer: .I am creating this completely from my J/P obsessed mind. It never happened , as far as I know
Timeline: 1961
Word Count: Under a 2000 words, I'm sure
Summary: Paul and John are working on a new tune, when John begins to realize there is way more to their relationship then it seems.
Author's Note: This is taking off from the first chapter. I did this in John's POV, and it also continues on a little further on then Paul's POV.
Chapter 2
I didn't know what came over me that day. It was a feeling that I had in the pit of my stomach from the time that I opened my eyes. After the grogginess cleared, my first clear thought was of Paul. We had planned to work on a few songs together that afternoon, at his fathers house. I treasured these moments we had together. Sitting across from each other. Legs occasionally grazing. Bouncing ideas off each other. Inspired by each others energy. I swear it's like we do it on purpose, passing it off as if it's random. I noticed that the last time we were working together at Mimi's, there was a tension between us. Intense looks between us, but then again it might just be me. I mean, yeah sometimes Paul seems to maybe be going through what I'm going through. But then again, I can't imagine it's even close to what I'm feeling. I would guess that he just really looks up to me, and the rest, for the most part, is just in me head. At times we'd just hang out together like regular ol' mates, but then again, that's usually when we're also with George and Stu, or some other mates. But when we're alone, we become different. Closer. May be even a bit selfish. We get so wrapped up and all things John and Paul, at times it feels as if no one else matters. But the thing is me and Paul have been close since day one. It's just had grown and grown into this. Whatever this is.
That particular day, which hadn't been too different from any other day we've practiced, alone, accept for the fact that what I've felt for him seemed to have been magnified. I found it hard to concentrate. I've always admired that adorable face of his, but this time I felt like I was under a spell. Whenever he spoke to me, I couldn't stop staring at his mouth. The only thing that could tear me away from them, was those big, doe'y eyes. But I would manage to gain some composure and get back to work, practicing a new and difficult chord change. And while playing, if he started to sing, trying to create a new melody, my eyes would go back to where that lovely sound was being produced, which were those juicy, luscious lips. I felt my face go flush many times that afternoon. I don't usually feel shy around Paul. Even when things get a little intense between us, but that day, I felt so bashful. It was as if at that very moment things were changing within me, and I no longer was in control of it.
At one point it seemed as if Paul took notice of how much I'd been staring at him. He started to stare back. For the first time I found it hard to hold his gaze. I then began to focus on my playing. Finally finding the right chords and hearing Paul playing along with me, the melody began to take shape, all the while those exotic eyes remained on me. Of course sometimes he'd look away, down to his guitar, but only briefly. I licked my lips nervously, and continued to play. But then I noticed Paul's playng was starting to go out of synch with mine. Often you lose your rhythm if you don't have a backbeat, but then he had slowed to the point where we were completely out of synch. I finally found enough courage to bring my eyes back up to his, just to inquire, questioningly saying his name, "Paul?" Right then, in that very moment I couldn't look away if I wanted to. The look in his eyes, the magnetic energy that I felt between us.... it's just too hard to explain. I felt completely overwhelmed, and by the look in his eyes, he was feeling something too. He looked like he had just noticed something about me for the first time. Something he'd never seen before.
He responded by only saying my name "John". His voice quivered as he said it. He slowly lifted his guitar over his head, and layed it safely aside on top of the bed, never letting his gaze drop from mine. I can't believe this could be happening! Is this really happening, was all running through my head. Can this beautiful man feel about me, the way that I feel about him? He looked down at my guitar, gesturing me to do the same as he. And those intense, gorgeous eyes, again, were right back, staring into my soul. As soon as I lay me guitar down, his hand is pulling mine for me to join him on the bed. With flushed cheeks, bravely he began. "John, listen, please don't run from me, or be disgusted with me, but I have to tell you something." He adjusted himself on the bed a little and continued. "John, I've been feeling this way, more or less, since the day we've met. Eccept now, I can't control it anymore. I can't carry on pretending that I don't have feelings for you". Paul confessed, his eyes beginning to well up. " I can't pretend anymore because..... I'm in love with you." He looked away in shame as a tear began to slide down his cheek. He began to look anguished, and started to panick, regretting it. Regretting that his emotions got the best of him. He got up off the bed walking towards the door, but remembering this was his house. "John I'm sorry, please......" I quickly met his side, by the door. There was no way I'd let him go through this alone. "Paulie, love..." I turned his face towards mine gently and put my other hand behind his head. Massaging his soft brown hair with my thumb. He knitted his brows together, with a look of question. " Paul, love, don't be afraid. I feel the same as you do. I'm in love with you. I'm scared to death about this, but you have to know that you're not alone with this. Come'ere Paulie" Pulling him into my arms, we just shakingly held each other for a long while. Trying to absorb what had just happened between us.
tbc