The next day I hadn't gotten out of bed until noon, I felt terrible. I had a horrible headache from sobbing myself to sleep last night.

I couldn't believe what had happened between Ringo and I.

I had kissed him.

I felt as if I were going soft, I was desperate to forget all of this had even happened and get on with my life.

However, It couldn't help but feel guilty about it, though I hadn't a clue why considering John had a whole girlfriend he failed to mention.

"You're meaning to tell me John has a girlfriend?" Lilly sounded angry with him as we spoke over the telephone so I could vent to someone considering I had to keep most from my family.

"The worst part is, I still like him a lot. Can't get him out of my bloody head." I admitted embarrassed hearing her sigh out.

"I know. You really liked him." She pouted, obviously sympathizing having realized how set on him I was.

"Well, my life's too short to be hung up for too long." I sighed stiffening my upper lip desperately wanting to move on as quickly as possible.

"Elle-" She begun, sounding worried.

"What d'you say we have a girls day? We could go shopping? I need to get outside Lil." I pleaded.

"Alright," she gave in with a sigh.

"Alright, be round in ten." I smiled before we said our goodbyes and hung up.

I had gotten ready, having attempted to make myself less of a mess on the outside.

When I had walked into the kitchen to grab myself something to eat before I went out, my mother took notice of my dressing up.

"And where are you off to?" She questioned with a furrowed brow.

"Out with Lilly." I shrugged.

She gave me a look.

"I'm going." I said firmly knowing she was reluctant.

She looked taken aback by how unmoving the scowl on my face was.

"Right then." She nodded grumpily before I went off to go to Lilly's.
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Lilly and I had spent all day doing some retail therapy to get my mind of things, but as I got home my mind was immediately drawn back to the subject just as it had been before.

As I opened the door I had heard some talking in the kitchen and made my way over hesitantly to see who it was.

"Oh, you're back." My little sister Anne beamed as she and John sat at the dining room table sipping tea.

John's face immediately dropped of its grin, a look of melancholy as his eyes met mine.

"Where's mum?" I questioned mortified.

"Out getting groceries." My sister brushed me off.

"Anne, you're not supposed to let strangers in the house last I've checked." I scolded her tipping my eyes away from John's, seeing her shrug nonchalantly.

"He's not a stranger, I saw you two talking at the record store like mates. I figured he was harmless, but I brought a bat incase." She said picking our brothers bat up from the ground to show me.

I stared emptily at her, not finding her the slightest bit charming at the moment.

"Alright," She sighed out uncomfortably, "I'm going to let you two chat." She said passing by me quickly to go upstairs to her room.

"Get out of my house John." I sighed breaking the silence tiredly as I turned with my bags in hand, going to put them down on the living room couch.

"Elle, I'm sorry." He appeared in the kitchen archway looking extremely distressed by how cold I was being.

"So am I." I snorted looking up to him just as I finished putting my things down.

"Really I am. I never meant to hurt you-" John began.

"You never meant for me to see you hurting me." I scoffed rolling my eyes.

He looked at a loss for words to make me understand.

"I broke up with her Elle."  He was staring at the ground shamefully. His lips pursed into a straight line. It seemed he was being serious, and it frightened me. I had really became one of those people who just split a relationship up.

My heart leapt and my stomach dropped not knowing how to feel.

After a moment of silence had passed between us, I had scoffed.

"I never asked you to do that."  I shook my head defensively beginning to walk to go upstairs, feeling a headache coming on out of the pure frustration I felt.

"Eleanor." John spoke gently, catching up to me on the stairs causing me to freeze and look at him with a growing pit in my stomach.

"I never asked for you to do that." I repeated hushed, my eyes building up with tears surprising even myself as I didn't even know how badly this had all been weighing on me.

Though I hadn't originally intended to I was hung up on John regardless of what he'd done.

"I know, but if I wouldn't've, I would have lost you, possibly forever. Elle, you mean more to me than anyone has ever had." He admitted hoping it would make me fall into his arms lovingly and forget this had all ever happened.

The more I became frustrated and confused emotionally the more my head hurt and the more lightheaded I became, my fists clenched tightly at my sides.

I wouldn't let him woo me when the whole relationship had been a lie, I couldn't. Maybe this was my way out before I came too attached to John, lord knows how many grievances I would avoid.

"Elle, I love you." John admitted meekly just as I felt the room darken and my stance beginning to weaken, stumbling into John to keep myself from falling to the ground.

"Elle?" John's voice sounded frightened as he realized what was happening.

"The couch John." I managed to speak though I was nearly seeing stars.

John picked me up and got me to the couch, evidently panicked.

"And just who are you?" My mom asked I'm just as I blacked out.