The Long and Winding Road
Title: The Long and Winding Road
Author: Luvurluvwithluv
Paring: John/Paul
Warning: Some mild swearing.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own the Beatles. This is a pure work of fiction.
John was quiet. He walked down the street holding nothing but a photograph. Through the pouring rain he walked. Nothing guarding him from nature's tears. Much like John's they came pouring down. He walked around the curb. He had walked this road millions of times before. However, this time seemed the longest. His boots filled with water every time he took a step. Wrapping his arms around his mid section, he arrive at his destination. The McCartney residence. Trudging through the think ground to the side of the house, John threw a rock at a window. Missing, the object simply just hit the siding of the house. After several attempts the window shot open, revealing the beautiful being that is Paul. Looking down at John with big eyes, he held up a finger then quickly shut the window. John knew what this meant, and slowly moved to the front door. He stood in front of the glass door. Looking into it, he saw his reflection. John was taken back when his own reflection shifted into…her. John closed his eyes and shook his head quickly before Paul opened the thick piece of glass. Motioning for John to come in, Paul took John's hand lightly, leading him up to his room. The younger boy shut the door behind his friend, as John fell onto Paul's bed. "She..she is gone Paul." he sat up to look at the dark haired man, "Forever." Paul narrowed his eyes and sat down next to John. "What are you talking about?"
John sniffled and looked into Paul's big, beady eyes. "Me mum. She's gone. She was fucking ran over by a fucking police officer. Last time I checked they were supposed to be protecting people, not killing them." he spit out at Paul. John knew none of it was Paul's fault. It just felt good to let out some of his anger. Sadly, it was on his best mate.
Paul sighed and lightly took John's hand. "John, I know how it feels. You can stay here tonight if you want.." Paul paused to turn down his bed for John. "Just lay down and sleep for now to-"
"How can I fucking sleep with all this shit going on?" John bolted upright, cutting in. Paul bit his lip lightly. "Look, just lay down. I won't leav e you. I'll lay right here." Paul soothed, snuggling in next to John and pulling the covers over both of them. John sniffled once more and laid his head on Paul's chest. Breathing in, he could smell the sweet smell of Paul. Although he had recently showered, John could tell because of his damp hair, it wasn't the smell of soap. It was just Paul. The smell seemed to act like a drug to him and John was relaxed within seconds. Paul smiled a little bit as he felt John's breathing level out. "There." he said simply.
John lifted his head and looked at Paul for a few seconds. "Thanks." he said, not taking his eyes off of Paul. A small grin shown on McCartney's face. Moving one hand to the side of his cheek, Paul pulled John's lips closer. Kissing him lightly, he was relieved when John kissed back. Paul pulled away and moved his lips to John's ear, "I'll always be here for you."
Author: Luvurluvwithluv
Paring: John/Paul
Warning: Some mild swearing.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own the Beatles. This is a pure work of fiction.
John was quiet. He walked down the street holding nothing but a photograph. Through the pouring rain he walked. Nothing guarding him from nature's tears. Much like John's they came pouring down. He walked around the curb. He had walked this road millions of times before. However, this time seemed the longest. His boots filled with water every time he took a step. Wrapping his arms around his mid section, he arrive at his destination. The McCartney residence. Trudging through the think ground to the side of the house, John threw a rock at a window. Missing, the object simply just hit the siding of the house. After several attempts the window shot open, revealing the beautiful being that is Paul. Looking down at John with big eyes, he held up a finger then quickly shut the window. John knew what this meant, and slowly moved to the front door. He stood in front of the glass door. Looking into it, he saw his reflection. John was taken back when his own reflection shifted into…her. John closed his eyes and shook his head quickly before Paul opened the thick piece of glass. Motioning for John to come in, Paul took John's hand lightly, leading him up to his room. The younger boy shut the door behind his friend, as John fell onto Paul's bed. "She..she is gone Paul." he sat up to look at the dark haired man, "Forever." Paul narrowed his eyes and sat down next to John. "What are you talking about?"
John sniffled and looked into Paul's big, beady eyes. "Me mum. She's gone. She was fucking ran over by a fucking police officer. Last time I checked they were supposed to be protecting people, not killing them." he spit out at Paul. John knew none of it was Paul's fault. It just felt good to let out some of his anger. Sadly, it was on his best mate.
Paul sighed and lightly took John's hand. "John, I know how it feels. You can stay here tonight if you want.." Paul paused to turn down his bed for John. "Just lay down and sleep for now to-"
"How can I fucking sleep with all this shit going on?" John bolted upright, cutting in. Paul bit his lip lightly. "Look, just lay down. I won't leav e you. I'll lay right here." Paul soothed, snuggling in next to John and pulling the covers over both of them. John sniffled once more and laid his head on Paul's chest. Breathing in, he could smell the sweet smell of Paul. Although he had recently showered, John could tell because of his damp hair, it wasn't the smell of soap. It was just Paul. The smell seemed to act like a drug to him and John was relaxed within seconds. Paul smiled a little bit as he felt John's breathing level out. "There." he said simply.
John lifted his head and looked at Paul for a few seconds. "Thanks." he said, not taking his eyes off of Paul. A small grin shown on McCartney's face. Moving one hand to the side of his cheek, Paul pulled John's lips closer. Kissing him lightly, he was relieved when John kissed back. Paul pulled away and moved his lips to John's ear, "I'll always be here for you."