A/N: I've been in a horrible writers rut! So sorry that this isn't too good! I hope you enjoy anyways and I always love your feedback! Thank you to everyone to reads/comments! (: 

Chapter 25: 

*John’s POV* 

It’s been four days. Four days since I’ve seen Donna or Emily. The roads were cleared yesterday, plus we heard from them yesterday; they’ll be coming back today! Donna in tow also! The anticipation to see Donna and tell her everything I have on my mind is killing me. I make sure to wear her favorite green sweater. I wrote everything down, over and over again till I finally got it write. Paul also helped me write the song, that we’ll all perform tonight. I never knew how crazy she could drive me, I’ve been writing, singing and playing till I’m out of breath and my fingers are bleeding. 

“Are you ready for this?” George asked me coming into the bathroom and patting me on my back, I’m to stressed to even look at him I just keep pulling my hands to fix my hair. “John?” 

“Hm?” I ask, still not meeting his gaze even if I can feel it on me. 

“Yer okay?” 

“Fine, Georgie. Just a lil stressed do not worry mate.”

“You know the song?” 

“Know it like a prayer, can recite it backwards.” I told him and it was true. I knew every single word of it because it was like singing my feelings. This girl had no clue what she did to me, I just had to smile at the thought. Until Paul came in, crashing my thoughts. 

“I just hung up with Emily.” Paul said, breathing hard like he had just finished a marathon. “What’re the plan?” 

“You and I go to the garden we planned to meet at. When I whistle, after telling Donna what I need to, you, George and Ringo come out so we can play. You’ll need to take Emily somewhere or another, George and Ringo’ll need to hide.” I told them, completely calm. I hoped this will work. I knew it’d work. 

“I heard my name!” Ringo said, busting through the door. 

“We’re in a tiny bathroom! Can I please ’ave some room to breathe?” I asked, pushing my way out. I felt claustrophobic in there, like I couldn’t think with all the breathing going on.  

“No luck mate, we’re leaving… NOW.” Ringo said, pulling me towards the door. Paul and Ringo trailing close. We’d have to leave through the backdoor of our own flat to make sure we don’t get chased by any fans, Mel is waiting out there with the car already started. I look ahead at the car and I get a sinking feeling… what if she says no and leaves me again? 

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***Donna’s POV***

Four days. Four cold, depressing, lonely days. Four days without John. I’ve never been one to like a guy very much and here I am like this from John. It really is insane; when I leave, I’m gone but something about John pulls me back and I’ve been waiting four long days and four lonely nights to tell him this. Emily and I are in George’s car heading to a garden that we’ve set up to meet at for some reason. 

I think John is going to try to apologize, but I need to also. I’ll let him say what he needs to. I have no clue what’s going on, but I do one thing; I’m going to go in with open arms and my heart on my sleeve. Coming to the realization that I love John wasn’t hard… I’d known it all along, I just needed to admit it to myself. 

“Are you ok? You seem pretty quiet?” Emily asked me. I turn my attention away from the passing scenery, straightened out my jacket and then meeting her gaze. 

“I’m fine, just lost in my thoughts.” I tell her strongly. For four days, we spent time with my grandparents which is not the best if you want to get any thinking done, I just had to remember the stories I told them. At first they seemed skeptical about me and Emily still being in college but they quickly fell in the trap door. 

“Yer thinking about John?” Emily asked, but made it sound like a statement, smirking at me in the rearview mirror. 

“No way, I’m thinking of Ringo,” I joke. “His sad blue eyes and jokes, gahh! He’s the cutest Beatle of them all!” 

“I’ll make sure to tell John that then!” Emily says, giggling. 

“Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure, I’ll make sure to tell Paul about the googley eyes ye be making at Georgie here and there!” I tell her laughing, but to my surprise she doesn’t find it funny one bit and steps on her breaks quickly. 

“Don’t even joke about that. You know how Paul gets!” She said and started to drive again, slowly but I knew she missed Paul to much to wait any longer. 

“I know, I know. Very protective, much jealous. Oh and then get mad because you get jealous or mad about other girls. I can’t tell if I’m describing Paul, or John, or every boy in the world but I think I got it down to a science ay’?” 

“Perfectly, perfect. But, um, remember… That’s what happened to you and John.” 

“THAT’S TOTALLY DIFFERENT!!!” I yell, not waiting to think of the memory “There was a girl on his damn lap.” 

“I’m sorry Donna. You know I didn’t mean it like that.” Emily tells me sincerely

“Yeah I know.  It’s whatever. I just don’t want to think about that.” 

“Well, you’ve been thinking for a while now. I mean you wouldn’t answer any of John’s calls.” Emily states light heartedly. 

“I know! It’s starting to hurt to think! But it’s because I wanted tonight to be special. I told you tell him that everything will be okay soon enough and that’d I see him tonight. Unlike you and Paul, who has been calling every three hours then talking for an hour and a half!” 

“Hey! What can I say? I miss him. Like crazy!” 

“Well thanks to you guys I’m about to go crazy!” 

“I think it’s from missing John.” Emily mumbles under her breathe and then perks up “We’ll be there in less than two minutes!” 

“How do I look?” I quickly ask. Wait I don’t care what people think or how I look? 

“Beautiful as always.” Emily says, shooting a smile my way. It makes me feel reassured even if I’m not too reassured in why I asked it. 

“This is the longest two minutes of my life!” I complained making Emily laugh. 

“Well I don’t want to get pulled over! It’ll take us even longer!” Emily says and I can see the opening to the garden/field start to come into view. “There’s Mal’s car!” She examined, pulling into the parking spot beside of his, throwing it into parking and turning the engine off. “Ready?” 

“As I’ll ever be.” I tell her, and open my door to Emily who’s already standing there, the anticipation radiating off of her. Walking to the gates and pushing through the little opening take too little amount of time. Hearing a shuffle in the bushes I jump and am not surprised to see Paul and John standing behind them. 

“Donna?” John asked, his eyes striking into my own and before my mind even has time to process what going on, my legs are already running towards John, who runs his way and picks me up, with my arms thrown around his neck. 

“John” I breathe out as he sets me down on the ground, but sneaks his hand into my own.

“Wanna walk and talk?” John asked, seeming almost shy. 

“Course.”  

“I’m sorry.” We both say, almost at the say time after a long silence. 

“Why?” John asked confused. 

“For leaving. Not letting you explain or anything you know?”

“It’s understandable. I would have if I saw that. But it wasn’t what it looked like at all.”

“John. It’s the lifestyle, you were faithful in America. Why would you be unfaithful in England? I should have trusted you.” 

“No, Donna. I should’ve came ‘ome. I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s fine John.” 

“I have something to tell you.” John says, and stops us from walking, looking me in the eyes making my heart flutter. “I love you. You’re everything. Every little thing.” 

“I love you too, Johnny.” I told him, and pulled him close kissing him on his lips. “It broke my heart being away from you.” 

“I have another surprise for you!” John says excitedly and then turns me around “Hit it boys!” John calls, to which Paul, George, Ringo and Emily disperse from behind trees carrying instruments. Emily comes up to John, handing him an acoustic guitar and joining me, watching in amazement. 

“Did you know about this?!?!” I ask quickly as they tune their guitars 

“I ‘ad no clue.” Emily states seemingly honest. 

“Well, I wrote this lil song ina day. I hope you love it darling, because it’s for you.” John says, looking at me before counting down and starting to play. His voice flows out so fragile-like it makes me want to cry but I still listen “When I'm walking beside her

People tell me I'm lucky

Yes, I know I'm a lucky guy

I remember the first time

I was lonely without her

Can't stop thinking about her now

Every little thing she does

She does for me, yeah

And you know the things she does

She does for me, oooh

When I'm with her I'm happy

Just to know that she loves me

Yes, I know that she loves me now

There is one thing I'm sure of

I will love her forever

For I know love will never die

Every little thing she does

She does for me, yeah

And you know the things she does

She does for me, oooh

Every little thing she does

She does for me, yeah

And you know the things she does

She does for me, oooh

Every little thing

Every little thing” 

Once the playing stops I run up to John, careful not to crush his guitar. “I’m sorry I was so stupid. I can’t believe you wrote that for me.” I tell him, letting my tears fall on his shoulder. 

“It’s not a thing. I could’ve wrote a bette’ one. I just need you back. I love every little thing about you. Yer my everythin’ darlin’ and even if I don’t love all o’ meself, I love all o’ you.” John said, taking his hand in mine and kissing it tenderly. 

“I love all of you.” I told him, kissing him softly on the lips. 

“Oi! Can we go ‘ome now? I think I’ma freeze to death!” George complains from behind John, setting a hand on his shoulder. 

“Georgie! Ye kn-” John starts to say but I wave him off. 

“I’m freezinnn’ too and can’t wait to be home.” I tell them and John stares at me wide eyed. 

“Yer comin back then?” 

“Course I am John. Now let’s get goin’ ay’? Where’d Paul and Emily ‘ead off too?” 

“They left in ‘er car.” George tells me as we start walking up the trail to Mel in the car, he raises his eyebrows and nudges me in the shoulder.

“Ah, a little ‘How’s yer father then?’” Ringo asked, making John and I bust out into laughter. 

“Sure.” I say between breathes. “If that’s how you put it.” 

“Ye don’t think they’ve done anything yet?” George asked quietly as we stepped into the gravel and out of the park 

“Think? I know. You obviously don’t know Emily” I state, getting into the back of the car  and saying hello’s to Mel. 

“Now let’s get you back home.” John says, wrapping an arm snug around my waist and kissing the side of my head.

***TWO WEEKS LATER*** 

*Emily’s POV*

One week ago today it was Paul and I’s year and a half anniversary. The boys and Donna left to a hotel for the night, to have some privacy. It was wonderful actually, George had given him fresh cut flowers, Paul made dinner and we exchanged gifts. But I gave something extra to Paul… If you’re catching or not; I lost my virginity to him.

I woke up early this morning and all I want to do is stay in bed. The sun creeping in through the curtain hitting Paul’s face make’s me reach down for a journal and I start to sketch him laying there on the bed. My stomach tells me otherwise and makes me run to the toilet where I spill everything I’ve digested in the last 24hours. 

“I told ye not to drink so much Paulie.” John says, laughing as he comes in then looking at the ground noticing me. “Are ye okay there? I didn’t know ye had that much to drink Em.” 

“Don’t try mixing liquors.” I tell him with a weak smile, making him chuckle and shake his head down at me, as he lowers himself down to my level. 

“I’ll keep that in mind. Are ye okay?” 

“I think. I just want to go back to sleep.” I tell John, slipping my head back, but I quickly opened my eyes and shot up once I feel like I’m being picked up. 

“Relax. I’m carryin’ you back to Paul.” John says, I don’t bother protesting, just nod my head and fall asleep in his arms and right back to sleep once I get the covers back on me. 

“John?” I hear, somewhere, but not here. Not where I am. 

“Yeah?” 

“What’re you doin’ in ‘ere?” 

“She got sick and fell asleep. I was just carryin’ ‘er back. She’ll be okay though.” 

“Alri’. Thanks Johnny, try an’ get some sleep alright?” 

***John’s POV*** 

*Three days later*

“So what do you think?!” I asked Brian excitedly, Paul, Ringo, George and I had just finished playing one of many songs Paul and I had written for Donna. I was excitedly to let George Martin and Eppy hear it. 

“I like it…” Brian told me, starting to trail off. I knew there’d be a problem. 

“But!” Martin said excitedly, I wanted to glare at him, but I need to keep in mind he’s my producer and is literally holding my career in his hands. “I think Paul should sing lead.” 

“WHAT?!?” I yelled. It was my song. It’s about my Donna. Why would Paul sing it?! 

“Your voice is too rugged, too rock’n’roll. It’s just you’re no-” Martin tried to explain to me, but I waved him off. 

“I don’t want to hear yer bloody excuses!” I yelled a tugged Donna by the hand, pulling her to me. “We’re leaving.” 

“John!” George yelled out for me. God I was pissed, I can’t believe they want Paul to sing me bloody song. I kept walking, ignoring their calls. I kept Donna’s hand in mine, it calmed me a bit and I was relieved knowing I had kept the keys in my pocket. 

“Where ye wanna go love?” I asked, but I already had a place in mind, so I was glad when she told me wherever. I gunned the car and the engine, taking the roads out of London and to the outskirts of an old town close by. I parked the car in the grass, I had never been here but it seemed relaxing, quiet, and enjoyable. Donna and I walked hand-in-hand to a clearing, it was so relaxing being there with her, even if we didn’t say anything at all. “I’m so glad yer back” 

“I’m glad to be back Johnny. Here, with you.” Donna said giving my hand a squeeze, I pulled her over to me and kissed her lips gently. 

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**George’s POV**

After John had left the studio, Ringo and I decided to leave too. Paul needed to talk to Brian about what he and Martin had said, even though he wanted to check up on Emily. Like-wise Emily’s been sick as a dog with what we suspect a stomach bug.

“Love! We’re ‘ome!” I yelled out into the still air once I finally got the door to open up.

“The poor gi’l’s probably asleep in ‘er bed!” Ringo said, knocking me and going towards the bedrooms, I followed behind him. 

“Yeah, but Paul wanted me to check on ‘er.” I told him, then looked at the hallway bathroom, the light was on and I could hear sobbing from outside the door. “Emily? Love?” I asked opening the door, she was balled up beside the shower crying into her knees. 

“O-oh. I di-didn’t know y-ye’d be ‘ere so early.” Emily said, wiping her puffy bloodshot eyes, she tried to act calm and cool but everything about her at that moment screamed ‘I’m a mess! Help me!’. 

“John left during the session. Are you okay?” 

“Dandy!” Emily spit out, laughing but it didn’t sound like her. 

“Didn’t the doctor come today?” I asked, remembering that we had scheduled one to come last night. I was worried now, maybe it was some deadly dieses? She couldn’t ever die on us. I starred at her with big eyes, while she tried to run out of the tiny space. 

“Ye-yeah. Why?” 

“What’d he say?!” 

“Nothing!” She said, but her scared face told me something was up. 

“What’d he say…?” 

“Nothing important.” 

“Really?”

“sure.” 

“You don’t sound sure.” 

“I’m not!” 

“What’d he say?” 

“Do you promise not to tell?” Emily asked slowly, I starred at her. God, this must be bad. Maybe it’s a blood condition? Maybe she’ll just need some medicine? Bloody hell, I hope it’s not cancer. 

“Well… the doctor told me that…