For No One || A Beatles Fanfiction

F i v e

I was making myself a cup of tea the next morning when I heard a knock at the door. When I opened it, I couldn't help but smile a little bit.

"I didn't realize it would be this chilly out today." John had his arms wrapped around his body, clearly freezing. A laugh escaped my mouth.

"Come in so I can fetch your jacket."

John stepped into my flat, looking around. I directed him towards the couch while I ran upstairs to get the lad his much needed jacket.

When I came back down, John was staring at a painting I had hung in the hallway.

"Jesus christ," he muttered as I approached him. John turned his head to look at me and then back at the painting. "When Macca said your art was the best he's seen, it was an understatement."

"Actually, that's Van Gogh."

"Oh." John tilted his head and stared meaningfully at it while I held in a laugh. "Well, I'll just have to tell him that when I see him."

I giggled and handed him his jacket. "Thanks for lending it to me."

John's hand brushed against mine as he took the clothing, giving me a sudden rush of adrenaline.

Stop it, Blair.

"How are you?" I knew by the way John looked at me that he wasn't asking just as a formality.

"I'm better." I forced a small smile before looking at anything but him. That didn't stop John from taking a step closer, so close I could feel his breathe on my cheek as I stared at the couch beside me.

"You'd tell me if you weren't, right?"

I worked up the courage to look him in the eyes, realizing just how close we actually were. His eyes flickered down to my lips for just a second before letting me see the specks of green in them once more.

"I don't know." I muttered, breathless.

Fighting against every nerve in my body, I broke John's spell by looking back at the couch.

Sighing, he took a step away and put on his coat. I suddenly realized I hadn't been breathing.

"The lads were talking about going out to get some food. You wanna stay cooped up in here all day or do you wanna go have fun?" His smirk was unarguably compelling.

"I have somewhere to be."

My voice had gone back to the artificial cheeriness I had learned to put on when I was talking to people nowadays. I didn't want to be the sad girl everyone took pity on. Yesterday was a slip up with John. Now, I'll just have to act extra happy around him.

"You mean the hospital?" I didn't answer. "No way, you're coming along with us. It'll be good for you."

"And you know what's good for me?" I rolled my eyes as John pulled on my arm lightly, leading me towards the door.

"Of course. Doctor's ordered a day without a care."

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The food smelled wonderful as the five of us walked in to the diner. I genuinely felt a bit happy as I listened to Paul and Ringo argue about who did a better Elvis impression.

But then I saw the judgmental hostess that had sat me here the day I met Paul.

"Oh you're back!" Her voice was so high pitched, I'm pretty sure dogs wouldn't be able to stand her. She looked me up and down. "And this time you're not soaking wet." I rolled my eyes.