Beatles Imagines

Someday

John Imagine:

People often say about love not being as complicated as others claim. That love was only complicated when someone just made it out to be. A woman falls in love with a man, and vice versa. Simple.

But what was so simple about a man loving a man? Nothing.

It should be, Darren thought, plastering on a smile as he and John left the Cavern Club.

Needless to say, Darren was in love with John. What wasn't there to love about him? He was the classic teddy boy. His hair was done up in an Elvis style, and he almost always wore a leather jacket and jeans. And he was fun. Adventurous. Everything about him was amazing.

And Darren couldn't do anything about it. Homosexuality was a crime.

"Oi," John said, tearing Darren away from his thoughts. "Mimi's out of the house. How about we pick up a couple of birds and go to mine?"

Darren's heart was already broken. It was broken the moment he realized he was in love with John and knowing there was no way John could ever feel the same way. After John just said what he said, the pieces of the broken heart were now ground to dust.

"Uh..." Darren scratched the back of his head, looking down at his feet. "You know, I'm not... feeling all that great right now. Rain check?"

John arched a brow. "You alright, mate?"

"Fine," Darren forced on a grin. "Listen, I'll see you tomorrow. Go and... pick up a girl. You don't want me to sick up and gross her out, do you?"

"Well, when you put it that way," John chuckled. "You sure? I feel bad."

"John Lennon feels bad? For me?" Darren gasped. "In what world?"

"I have feelings!" John pouted.

"Have fun," Darren laughed. "See you tomorrow."

John looked like he wanted to say something, but Darren already turned on his heel and quickly walked away. He had to get out of there. He didn't want John to notice his eyes shining with involuntary tears.

John noticed.

***

Darren was only home for thirty minute when the doorbell chimed, the ringing echoing through the halls. He sighed, passing a hand over his face as he stood up and approached the front door. He really didn't want to talk to anyone. He just wanted the day to be over so he could forget these feelings.

He peered through the peephole on the door and was surprised to see John standing there, waiting. Darren opened the door, confusion written over his face.

"John?" he said quizzically. "What're you doing here? I thought you-"

"Darren, Darren, is that anyway to greet your guest?" John teased. Darren chuckled slightly. "I am offended. You won't even invite me inside for tea?"

"I mean... would you like some?" Darren said sheepishly.

"I'll pass," John grinned.

"Then why'd you ask?"

"To mess with you, of course. It's cute when you're all riled up."

Darren ducked his head to hide the tint of red on his cheeks. "So, uh... what's up?" he asked.

"Well, my friend, you appeared a tad upset when you left," John replied, his smile faltering. "Perhaps my eyes were deceiving me, but it looked as though you were... how shall I say it... crying?"

Darren shook his head quickly. "No, no," he said hastily. "I'm alright. Just a wee bit tired is all."

"Yeah?" John said dubiously. He obviously didn't believe it. "I know my eyesight isn't the best, but I can read you quite well." When silence fell upon them, he said, "Come on, Darren. You can tell me anything, you know that."

"It's nothing, alright?" Darren snapped. "Just go and pick up some girl off the streets. Stop worrying about me and leave me alone."

John shoved his foot between the door and the entrance before Darren could close it. "No," he said irritably. "I'm not leaving you alone, and I am gonna worry. I care for you, alright? So stop being unreasonable and talk to me, will you?"

Darren turned away, rubbing his eyes with his fingers, quickly blinking away more tears.

"I can't," he croaked.

He heard John step inside and place a hand on his shoulder. "Why?" he asked softly.

"B-because you'll hate me."

"Impossible."

Darren felt his body start to quake and his heart race at an irregular, fast pace. He had to say it... What else could he do?

He mumbled something under his breath. John leaned in closer, furrowing his eyebrows. "I didn't catch that."

Damn it.

"I love you," Darren blurted out, balling his hands up into fists.

"Sorry?"

"I-I love you... a lot."

Heavy silence rained upon the boys. Darren internally groaned as more tears pricked his eyes. It was over now. John was probably disgusted with him now... Surely he hated him...

Suddenly, Darren felt a pair of hands grab his shoulders and spin him around. His eyes met the almond eyes of John. He didn't know how it happened, but before he knew it, John was kissing him. Darren, his eyes wide, stood there, shell shocked. But soon, he responded and kissed John back.

Was this real? Was John actually kissing Darren right now?

"I love you too," John murmured once his lips parted from Darren's. "I never wanted to say anything, I didn't think it made sense. But it does."

"Why didn't you say anything before?" Darren whispered.

"Same reason as you," John smiled sadly. "I thought you'd hate me. I was... I was scared to lose you."

"But what do we do now?" Darren asked nervously. "I want to be with you, but... we're not exactly legal. I don't want you arrested for loving me... or for me loving you."

"Who says we have to tell anyone? We'll keep it a secret. No one will know." John brushed Darren's hair out of his face, lovingly staring into his eyes. "Someday, when we're accepted, we won't have to keep it a secret. But for now, this'll be between you and me."

Darren pulled John into a hug, burying his face into his shoulder. "You have no idea how happy you make me."

"God almighty, I love you so bloody much."

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