A knock echoed through Mimi's house on Menlove Avenue. John curled into a ball under his covers. He was about seventeen and his Mum had just passed away. Mimi let the visitor into their home and John pulled his knees closer to his chest, admiring the guitar Julia had bought him a few years back.

"I'm sorry Paul, but I don't think John is feeling well enough for visitors at the moment, though I'll tell him you stopped by." Mimi explained sadly, still in shock from her sister's sudden death. Paul nodded and quickly excused himself. Mimi climbed the stairs to John's bedroom and knocked. He let out a sniffle an a 'come in'.

"I miss Mum," he sobbed. "I wish I could've known her better." Mimi felt the tears threatening to spill and hugged her nephew.

She let him go with the words, "I'll bring you some dinner later." John continued to sob into his blanket, and although he put up a tough teddy boy facade for the public, he was very emotionally invested in his life, and those he cared for. He cried out for his mom, and for his little sister that he'd just met recently. He felt indescribably hurt and robbed of everything that could've been, and when Aunt Mimi brought his plate of dinner upstairs, he just set it on his nightstand.

He cried until he fell asleep that night, only waking when the rays of sun shone through his blinds. He lay in bed for a while, and then got up to wash the dried tears from his cheeks. He looked at himself in the mirror, and saw that his eyes were puffy and red, and that his hair gel from the day before had fixated his bed head. He figured he should shower, but he simply didn't feel it at the time. He found his way to the kitchen and had a big bowl of cornflakes, and piled on the sugar.

Usually, Aunt Mimi discouraged this behavior in John, but he'd been through a lot recently, so she let him use food to cope.

There was rapping on the door, and John ignored it to focus on his breakfast. Aunt Mimi opened the door to see (Y/N), still in her pajamas, with a casserole and John's favorite biscuits.

"Paul told me what happened. I'm so sorry," she started,"I made a casserole for you and John, and I baked his favorite biscuits."

"Thank you, I'll take those, and John probably isn't in the mood for visitors right now, so I'll have him ring you when he's feeling more like himself," Mimi explained.

"She can come in, if she wants," John rasped, his voice cracking.

"Are you sure?" Asked the two women. John nodded his head, his stiff hair moving with it. (Y/N) carried the cookies and Mimi put the casserole dish into the refrigerator. (Y/N) sat across the table with her covered dish of biscuits, and John's puffy eyes widened a little bit. He smiled for the first time in almost two days and looked at his girlfriend of three and a half months. She looked almost as bad as he did, he thought to himself, having a little chuckle.

"Nice to see ya," he said to her. "I see yer in your nightclothes." (Y/N) blushed and laughed.

"I woke up when Paul rang me earlier, and rushed to make your food, ya git," she teased him. She gave him the smile he adored, and handed him a biscuit. He took it from her hand and took a bite.

"Delicious," he nearly shouted, his mouth still full. (Y/N) covered her mouth as she laughed at him. His mood was significantly better, but it was just a swing, and he'd return to his bedroom and go without taking care of himself for days.

"Johnny, can I wash the gel out of your hair?" His younger girlfriend questioned. He nodded his head, his mouth full of biscuits and cornflakes. After he finished his breakfast, he fetched his shampoo, conditioner, and a towel so she could wash his hair.

She dragged a chair to the sink in the hall bathroom and had him lay back in it. She wrapped the towel around his neck and wet his hair, and gently rubbed the shampoo in. She poured a cup of warm water over to rinse his auburn locks, and repeated with conditioner.

"Thank you, love." He weakly smiled. "I don't think I could've convinced myself to shower. She kissed his still wet forehead as she wrapped his head in his towel.

"You would've done the same for me, except with more dirty jokes," she laughed as the moved to his room to pick out clothes for him.

"You can borrow a pair of sweatpants and a jumper so you don't have to go home in your nightgown," he laughed. She thanked him and rooted through his dresser to find clothes for the both of them.

She left him in his room to change into his coziest clothes, while she ducked into the bathroom to slip into his too big loungewear. She definitely wasn't returning these, just as John had stolen her maroon scarf on their first date, an item he frequently wore tucked into his jumpers.

She walked back into his room, and shivered. Although she was wearing a jumper, John's room was frigid.

"Here ya go," he held out a worn leather jacket. She wrapped herself in it, gratefully. "Ye can keep em all."

"Are you sure?" She questioned.

"Positive. I can't bear to see the bird I love shiverin' like that." He replied.

"You love me?" She said in shock.

"I think so, yeah." He quipped. "And it isn't the grief talking. I've known for a while, I was just scared to tell you."

(Y/N) blushed and looked her boyfriend in the eyes.

"I think I love you too."