Midnight Man

lazy days

Johns pov
I felt a large weight on my chest, I was quite scared to open my eyes so I slowly opened them.

I scoffed pushed Paul George and Ringo off of me.

It was like a Beatle sandwich!

They all groaned.

I looked around looking for Amy, I didn't even realise I was holding something.

It was a Polaroid of me sleeping with all the lads packed ontop of me.

I smiled and turned it around.
Until next time.
Love, Cinderella
Xx

I saw a kiss mark on the photo, what was this girl doing to me?

I felt a warm feeling in my stomach.
"Oooh Johnny's in love!"
Paul said batting his eye lashes like a girl.

"Y'know I can't she lives here and we're leaving in the next three weeks."
Paul smiled.
"Well then better make it count!"
I rolled my eyes.

"Paul!"
Ringo yelled from I'm guessing the kitchen.
"Where's the aspirin?"

"Top left drawer!"
Paul rolled his eyes.
"Ringo I literally tell you this everytime we have a hangover you twat!"
I smiled and picked up my guitar case.
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As much as the day went on I couldn't get my mind off Amy. She's honestly the most beautiful intelligent funny girl I've ever met!

But then I thought of Cynthia. I've known cyn since art college. I love her but we're just not connecting as much as I thought we would along the years.

But Amy doesn't know about cyn Because she doesn't know anything about the Beatles!

So I don't exactly have to bring Cynthia up in conversation, that is if I see Amy again.

Of course I will, we always seem to bump into each other. It's almost like fate wants us to be together.

John your thinking about this to much you've known the bird for what?
Like 48hours.

I must really like her.
"Oi John? Hello?"
George was waving his arms in my face.

I snapped out of my train of thought.
"Sorry what?"
Paul sighed and ran his hands through his hair.
"John get your head out ya ass and listen for more then two fucking minutes!"
Paul yelled.

"I'm sorry who fucking said your the leader of this band McCharmly?!"
I stood up getting a random shot of anger.

"Maybe I am leader because your always off in fucking la la land you twat!"
Paul yelled exaggerating on '"la la land'

I didn't have a response to that.
I'm usually a asshole sarcastic bastard but I feel changed.

I'm always cocky and I always have a funny comeback to annoy people with.

What's happened to me?
Amy's pov

As much as I tried I couldn't get John off my mind.
I was currently laying shoeless on my bed staring at the Polaroid picture I took.

I smiled at it and hugged it into my chest.
"John Lennon what are you doing to me?"
I whispered.
The door swang open.
"Why are you talking to yourself?"
"Lucy fucking hell how many times do I have to tell you? Don't come into my room like that?"
Lucy rolled her eyes.

"Where were you last night?"
Lucy asked.

I smirked.
"Well I snuck out and met John Lennon right.. then he took me to meet the Beatles and we playes cards and drank and also played truth or dare. John ended up being dared to k-k..."

Holy shit! I just remembered John and I made out last night....

And I loved every part of it...
"Are you mental Amy? Did you really think I would believe that..."
I smiled as I watched Lucy cross her Arms and slam the door behind her.

"Well I guess you sorta did."
I got the Polaroid and stuck it on my wall.
Lucy shouldn't be able to see it.

My wall had heaps of things on it.
I love to decorate things.

But my professional job is a painter.
Have I mentioned that?

I usually paint things, they go up in gallery's.
I did do a bit of modelling but I stopped after a while.

I layed back on my bed.
But I just couldn't get him off my mind.