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Chapter 13; 

*John's POV*

I watched the scenery of far away hills and close clouds. Due to Eloise's injuries, we decide to cut the tour short and come back to London. I watched as we flew above cities, impatiently wondering what will come next. Ringo and I talked once after we found out about her memory problems; he told me I could have her... As long as I'd treat her right and if we did stay together for me to not cheat on her. This was Ellie, she was different, she made things different... Hell! She made me different. I watched closely as her chest rise and fell, Ellis was tucked up against my side and smiling in her kip; she's a beautiful person, there's no denying that, I don't know how I didn't know when I had first saw her.

"John," Eloise giggled as my hands clasp over her eyes, I shh'd gently in her ear. "How much longer?"

"So impatient. We're 'ere but I should make you wait." I told her, before she pulled my hands away and looked around her studio/flat. "It's yours love."

"No wonder I love it." She chirped walking over to her paintings. "These are mine?"

"Yeah, you've sold tons of them abstract pieces. They seem to be yer favorite." I told her, coming around and putting my arms around her waist. She didn't even know that they were her own pieces... I guess everything, was a bit gone.

"Abstracts," she swallowed. "are about people or feelings that you can't describe. A lot of these are darker... D-did someone die?"

"Yes Eloise... Yer father died a while ago. From cancer, you stayed with him and took care of him yer last few months.

"Oh I-" Eloise said, turning around in my arms so she'd be facing me, putting her head in my chest. I could feel her start to cry, so I wrapped my arms around her. I was ready to be there for her. To make up, for all the times I wasn't there. We stood there together, her crying into my chest, as the sun sunk into the horizon. "I have to go all through this grief once more John. I can't remember my last words with him and what if I never know?"

"Shh," I said rubbing her back. "Yer dad knows you love him, that's the most important thing to remember. You didn't keep a journal did ye?"

"I wasn't much of a writer. My drawings were my journal... Now I have to decode them." She said, pulling away from my embrace. "Do you know where the bathroom is?"

"Down the hall love." I said, as she left walking down the hall. I looked at her paintings, she was amazingly good, could even be in the top galleries. I should try and get her a spot.

"JOHN!" I heard Eloise scream and a big crashes. I put the painting down and ran towards the bathroom.

"Eloise!" I said as she fell into my arms from pushing open the door. "What the bloody hell 'appened. You do remember yer a girl, eh?"

"Spider! John a Spider!!" She said crumbling in my arms.

"A spider? I've got you love," I said. What kind of spider can be that scary? She's most likely overreacting. I quickly opened the door as Eloise stayed by my side. "Shit!" I yelled coming face to face with the biggest spider I've ever seen and slamming the door closed. "Okay, don't worry Eloise. You'll stay with me for tonight. I'll order takeout alri'?"

"O-ok." She said nodding "Where's me bedroom John?"

"This one," I told her leading her down the hallway. "Get a couple pairs of clothes. Maybe a nice dress too?"

"Ready," Eloise said coming into the living room, smiling at me. I grabbed her hand, and got into the car with Mel, who I called after the spider incident. "It seems as if we're always on the run, packin' a bag."

"You don't care for that?" I asked looking down at her.

" I love it." She whispered kissing my lips for a second and pulling away, barely giving me time to react. "And you." 

"I love you too." I said, sighing happily. It felt so easy to say, it felt so true. I led her through Paul and I's shared flat, she seemed to approve. It wasn't anything special, just a stable apartment for now. I think we may be getting a new one as soon as the lease is up. "This is where you'll sleep." I told Eloise as I brought her into my room.

"So will you, right?" She asked me, looking up innocently. I could never resist her smile, I agreed and brought her back into the living room, so I could order food and she could pick a movie. As I sat down beside her, she wrapped herself around me and I quickly pulled her close, as my eyes focused on the TV. 

"Ew, a romance?" I said chuckling and looking down at her. 

"Ay' it's the only thing that's on! You said pick a movie, this is the only one." Eloise said, lifting herself off of me and sticking her tongue out at me. 

"Why don't we make a movie of our own," I whispered gently as I leaned down pulling her closer to me and kissing her gently. 

"A movie about John Lennon making a move on me? Doesn't seem like new news." Eloise said kissing me again. I forgot how much I loved her kisses, gentle but exploding with passion. I didn't want to leave her grasp, but I had to as there was multiple and repeated knocks on the door. "Who's that?" 

"I have no clue," I said kissing her cheek and getting off of her. "I'll get it love." I tell her as I cross the room to the door. I didn't think it was Paul, since he said he'd be going out tonight anyways and I didn't think the food guy would be here that soon, so I was kind of nervous to who it may be. I opened the door to see George, with a big smile on his face and a huge envelope in his hand. 

"Sorry if I woke you up, but I found some old photos and thought that maybe I could bring them to Eloise? They're of all of us, back in Liverpool." George said walking in, then noticing Eloise who was sitting on the couch. "Oh... I-I didn't know you were 'ere." 

"Yeah, ye bloody did. I know you can always tell if I order food." I said pinching his nose, receiving a hand slap from George but a giggle from Eloise. 

"You brought photos for me?" Eloise asked, patting the sofa and basically inviting George to stay. I groaned mentally. 

"We were kinda in the middle of somethin'."I tell George, as he pours out the photos. I didn't even know there were that many. I watched as Eloise's face lit up, as she picked up a picture and showed it to me. 

"Do you remember this?" She said in a hushed voice. "When we went to the beach for vacation? And I had that accident. Charlie was always takin' pictures, I'm glad of it now. Where is she now anyways? I remember her and I were always together. When I wasn't with John of course." 

"We hadn't talked to 'er," George said slowly, thinking about the last time we had seen her. "Since we got big, we 'aven't gone back to Liverpool in awhile." 

"Oh, did Charlie and I keep in touch?" 

"I don't think so," I said joining them and looking at all of the pictures. "Look at this! This was in Hamburg, our first real band photo's. Not the same band line up, we're still dressin' as teddy boy's back 'ere." 

"You're me teddy boy." Eloise said kissing my cheek, George snickered at us. 

"You'll always be a teddy boy at heart!" George exclaimed, holding his arms to his chest. "As long as ye believe!" 

"Shut up you bloke," I said throwing a pillow at him, and the doorbell rang again. "Who is that now?!" 

"It's yer bell. You go check it." George said. I did so, crossing the room towards the door. And there stood Paul and one of his... Lady friends. 

"Macca, you can't bring 'er 'ere. Eloise and Geor-" I began but Paul just pushed pasted me, obviously drunk. 

"What do ye mean Johnny boy?" He asked thumping my nose. "I can't bring 'er inside. It's not like you 'aven't 'ad yer fair share... Well more then a fair share of women 'ere. And we 'aven't been 'ere for more than a month." 

"Keep yer voice down!" I hissed at him through my teeth, George was trying to distract Eloise but it wasn't helping much. 

"Why? So Eloise, yer little toy won't 'ear?" Paul spat at me, his voice hurt my ears. Like it was full of venom. "Yer ridiculous if you think you can keep this game up Johnny. Why do ye want 'er anyways? Everyone in the bloody band has 'ad 'er already! Why's she so important to you? Because you lost yer bloody virginity to 'er? Let it go John. She's just a slut... Oh! That's it, she reminds you of yer mother doesn't she." Paul said, which hit me so hard I was shaking with anger. I punched him in the nose twice, letting him get me in the stomach and in the jaw, before he fell. As he was on the ground, I started kicking his sides in, screaming and crying. 

"Get the fuck out!" I shouted at him, his  women quickly helped him to the door and left, slamming it behind them. 

"Wh-John? What happened?" Eloise said, coming to my said as I slid to the floor, putting my head on my knees and I started to cry even harder. Eloise hesitantly pulled me into her arms and started rocking us both back and forth. "John, what's going on? I thought you and Paul were best mate?" 

"He said things... H-Paul crossed the line, every line you could think of and he went running past them." 

"What did he say?" Eloise asked gently. 

"What, you want to know?!" I said as my anger began to boil again, just think of the words leaving his mouth, no even being in his damn mind made me sick. "That he insulted you and my own mum because he's drunk. Because he has some slut with him, because he can't 'ave anythin' constant. And because he's jealous that I've got you? I wouldn't dare repeat the words he said Eloise. Just, ye've got to promise me, promise you'll stay away from Paul... Please Eloise." 

"I promise John. Whatever it is, I'll do it." She said and kissed the crook in my neck, it was nice to be comforted for once instead of being the one to have to comfort and fix everything. Yet the peacefulness didn't last long as the doorbell rang again. 

"I'll get it!" I heard George say from behind us and I watched nervously as he answered the door, came back and went back to the door. 

"George? Is everythin' alri'?" I asked right before he shut the door. 

"Food's 'ere!" George said, making all of us laugh. I helped Eloise up, and she helped fix up my jaw and clean the blood from my mouth. I had to laugh. It felt good being back here, with Eloise and a close mate. Paul may be mad at me, but hell! That's his own problem. I was just enjoying being here with the love of my life... Because in reality I never knew how long it could really last.