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~ Let's not fight, I'm tired, can't we just sleep tonight, Don't turn away, It's just there's nothing left here to say, turn around, I know we're lost, but soon we'll be found ~

Paul sighed; he leaned against the wall and slid down falling to the floor. A few tears escaped his eyes. He cupped his hands around his face as if it'd hide his hard breathing as if it'd hide his tears. He looked up at the closed door, he waited in anticipation for it to open, for John to be there, with his arms out, saying he's sorry, forgiving him, embracing him with a hug, washing away all his anger and sadness. Paul fidgeted and stood up realizing it wouldn't be happening this time. He turned and smashed his fist into the wall. Letting more sobs leave his mouth. He dare not head to the elevator he couldn't just walk away, he never had but it never had been this bad.

Flashback

An exhausted Paul burst through the hotel suite door and collapsed onto the couch. A long day at the recording studio and he was bushed. Ringo, George, and John had suggested going out to eat after but Paul had refused to join them. He hardly got any sleep the night before and just lying down was cloud nine for him.

He dozed off for awhile when a loud John came bustling through the door, a frown on his face. He stopped and looked at Paul blinking his tired eyes him and he shrugged.

"Paul ya' lazy bum you could've told us ya' just wanted sleep," John hissed in a sour tone.

"W-what's got you in such a bad mood," Paul replied sitting up scratching his hair.

"Oh just that I felt bad leavin' ya' at the hotel alone, George got upset 'e was really in the mood for some good ol' night out with the boys, we never get those anymore," John shrugged. "'e got all weird when I said that I'd rather not leave ya' out of it and 'e got Ringo to go out with 'im when I came back to get`cha."

Paul shrugged and looked away from John, "Sorry I didn't know that's what ya' guys wanted to do, I felt rude just sayin' I was leavin' to nap," Paul stopped and rethought his words. "I didn't wanna sound like a bird who needs her beauty sleep."

"Well that's what ya' are!" John retorted. Paul's eyes looked hurt and he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Why ya' yellin' at me it's not my fault!"

"Last time I checked this 'appened 'cuz Paulie's a lazy bum who can't 'ave a little fun with 'is friends and now George is all mad at me!"

"Well if ya' love Georgie so much why don't ya' go back, why come get me?!"

"I didn't wanna leave you out!"

"Why do you care? It seems like all you care about is George!"

"Because, just, ugh, Paul why are ya' such an idiot! Why can't you just say sorry and get
off your bum and come out to eat with us!" John turned and smacked his palm into the wall getting his anger out. Paul stood up full of rage. How dare John just come in and yell at him for no reason then demand an apology.

"No! NO! John I've done nothing, n-o-t-h-i-n-g NOTHING wrong!! Gosh why do you 'ave to do this to me?!"

"I don't know Paul, why did you 'ave to- you know what no, I'm done." John turned and began to stomp into the other room. Paul ran and grabbed his sleeve and pulled him to a halt. John turned to Paul, his eyes full of rage.

"John! Don't you dare go lock yourself up in that room. That solves nothing, just say sorry already." John twitched then smacked Paul who lost his grip on the man. He looked up to John, his eyes filling with tears. One hand rose to the burning red blob that formed on his cheek.

"Paul! Don't touch me! Your face is the last thing I want to see right now!" John turned. "We've been fighting so much lately, I don't know is it even worth it anymore." Paul placed his hand on John shoulder. John flinched and something inside him snapped; maybe all his stress and issues reached its top. He turned and with all his strength hit Paul in the chest. Paul shot back lost his balance and fell hitting his head on the coffee table. He just lied there. Staring up at a John he never knew. There stood an angry man. John was never angry. And why was he so mad at this silly fight. Paul thought they had been getting in fights a lot but John had been more forgiving those times, Paul was usually the stubborn one. Maybe all his stress had reached its max and he was taking it out on poor Paul. John stomped into the other room and slammed the door. Paul broke out into tears that soon turned into anger. Who did John think he was, going around yelling at him then hurting him! He did nothing wrong.

~Well it's been rough but we'll be just fine, work it out, yeah, we'll survive, you mustn't let a few bad times dictate, ooh~

Paul stomped up to the door and slammed it open. He saw John hunched over the side of the bed his hands covering his face sobbing. Paul felt bad then was again enraged at his friend.

"John-"

"Get out!"

"But J-"

"Get the 'ell out McCartney!"

"John what's wrong with you today?!"

"I'm done with you Paul! I'm fed up this is the last straw! We've had these stupid fights, and just everything, the band! Just done! Gosh why!! Ugh I just-" John paused looking up at Paul, at Paul's now wet face, his bruised cheek, and his broken empty eyes he turned away. "I hate you." Paul felt like the world had ended. His heart ripped in two. He eyes so full of tears that he couldn't cry. He just stared, looked at John as if he blinked John would be gone.

"John…" Paul whimpered. John turned to Paul his face was wet with tears too; John shook his head and grabbed a pillow off the bed and threw it at Paul. "I…I love you" Paul whispered silently, running out of the hotel room, crying out in the hallway, never noticing the shocked John lifting his hand to stop Paul.

End Flashback

John sat staring at the doorway that Paul once stood. He loved me. John thought to himself. I have to stop him, before he leaves, for good this time. John stood up and walked slowly to the door, his guilt hung on him like chains. His feet were heavy each step felt like a nightmare. He stood in front of the door and paused. He stood frozen his hand on the door knob. What was holding him back? Something clicked in his brain once he heard a slam of another door out in the hall. He opened the door in what seemed like forever he peered out into the hallway. It was empty.

"No," John whimpered. He slammed the door and ran to the elevator. He clicked the button five or ten times, when it didn't instantly open he rushed over to the stairs and flew down them three at time. No, no, no, no, repeated through his head. He smashed into a man on his way down and fell on him bum. He blinked a couple times and collected the man's fallen items said sorry then returned to running, can't waste any time.

He practically kicked the door open from the stair well into the lobby. John ran out searched for Paul, he wasn't there. He ran to the front door and realized it was pouring rain. Paul was probably in a taxi by now, crap. John ran out the doors anyway getting soaking wet. He noticed a man Paul's height trying to get a taxi. John sighed in relief, thank God, he ran to the man and pulled him a tight hug only to get rejected and smacked in the face. John looked again and realized it was not Paul. He blushed then ran away realizing Paul was gone. John stood in the pouring rain, the rain that disguised his tears. His eyes were blank and his breathing was rough. He fell to his knees.

"Paul, I love you." He whispered in between sobs. Eventually the rain grew harder and lighting cracked across the sky. John headed into the hotel, sopping wet and walked into the elevator. A women entered the elevator on the next floor before she stepped in she looked at John, but mostly his face, and in disgust she got off. John looked down, and stifled a cry. Stupid women, had no right to judge me, I just lost everything, my best friend, and newly realized love of my life. John thought. He slowly got off the elevator on his floor and walked to suite. He clicked the key in and entered. The room was as it was left. He didn't dare sit on the couch where Paul was sleeping. He opened the door to the other room and stood in his tracks, surely he had gone insane. He rubbed his eyes making sure what he was seeing was really there and he smiled, tears rolled out of his eyes.

"Love, you don't think I'd leave you," Paul said softly from the bed. Paul looked up to John, his face wet from tears. John covered his mouth with his hands and fell to his knees.

"Paul, I… I…"

"If you're apologizing don't I'm stubborn it's my fault-"

"I love you." Paul stared at John wide eye, his face grew redder and redder until he started to cry, tears of happiness.

"John I'm so sorry, I love you so much I just couldn't find the words to tell you," Paul crossed his legs and looked down. He was surprised by wet arms pulling him into a hug.

"Paul don't'cha ever scare me like that again," John cried into Paul's ear. Paul nodded and buried his head in the man's chest. After what seemed forever Paul let go of John.

"You should change into something dry," Paul suggested. John nodded with a smile. He went in the bathroom and changed into a plain white shirt and sleep pants. He saw Paul wearing practically the same thing except different pants lying on the bed.

"Now what?" John spoke, his voice soft.

"I'm tired," Paul replied plainly staring up at the ceiling. "Let's just sleep tonight." Paul smiled at the idea of sleep. John nodded with a smile. Paul curled up under the covers of the bed and fell asleep with a smile.

The two woke up the next morning a little differently than normal, Paul laughing and giggling from under the sheets and John shoving a laughing Ringo and George out the room.

"'Ey at least ya' two got your clothes on!" Ringo laughed.

"Oh don't think I didn't see ya' two cuddling it up on couch the other night," John taunted. This shut Ringo up and George kept laughing, but now it was more of an awkward laugh.

~Soon We'll Be Found~

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~ Let's not fight, I'm tired, can't we just sleep tonight, Don't turn away, It's just there's nothing left here to say, turn around, I know we're lost, but soon we'll be found ~

Paul sighed; he leaned against the wall and slid down falling to the floor. A few tears escaped his eyes. He cupped his hands around his face as if it'd hide his hard breathing as if it'd hide his tears. He looked up at the closed door, he waited in anticipation for it to open, for John to be there, with his arms out, saying he's sorry, forgiving him, embracing him with a hug, washing away all his anger and sadness. Paul fidgeted and stood up realizing it wouldn't be happening this time. He turned and smashed his fist into the wall. Letting more sobs leave his mouth. He dare not head to the elevator he couldn't just walk away, he never had but it never had been this bad.

Flashback

An exhausted Paul burst through the hotel suite door and collapsed onto the couch. A long day at the recording studio and he was bushed. Ringo, George, and John had suggested going out to eat after but Paul had refused to join them. He hardly got any sleep the night before and just lying down was cloud nine for him.

He dozed off for awhile when a loud John came bustling through the door, a frown on his face. He stopped and looked at Paul blinking his tired eyes him and he shrugged.

"Paul ya' lazy bum you could've told us ya' just wanted sleep," John hissed in a sour tone.

"W-what's got you in such a bad mood," Paul replied sitting up scratching his hair.

"Oh just that I felt bad leavin' ya' at the hotel alone, George got upset 'e was really in the mood for some good ol' night out with the boys, we never get those anymore," John shrugged. "'e got all weird when I said that I'd rather not leave ya' out of it and 'e got Ringo to go out with 'im when I came back to get`cha."

Paul shrugged and looked away from John, "Sorry I didn't know that's what ya' guys wanted to do, I felt rude just sayin' I was leavin' to nap," Paul stopped and rethought his words. "I didn't wanna sound like a bird who needs her beauty sleep."

"Well that's what ya' are!" John retorted. Paul's eyes looked hurt and he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Why ya' yellin' at me it's not my fault!"

"Last time I checked this 'appened 'cuz Paulie's a lazy bum who can't 'ave a little fun with 'is friends and now George is all mad at me!"

"Well if ya' love Georgie so much why don't ya' go back, why come get me?!"

"I didn't wanna leave you out!"

"Why do you care? It seems like all you care about is George!"

"Because, just, ugh, Paul why are ya' such an idiot! Why can't you just say sorry and get
off your bum and come out to eat with us!" John turned and smacked his palm into the wall getting his anger out. Paul stood up full of rage. How dare John just come in and yell at him for no reason then demand an apology.

"No! NO! John I've done nothing, n-o-t-h-i-n-g NOTHING wrong!! Gosh why do you 'ave to do this to me?!"

"I don't know Paul, why did you 'ave to- you know what no, I'm done." John turned and began to stomp into the other room. Paul ran and grabbed his sleeve and pulled him to a halt. John turned to Paul, his eyes full of rage.

"John! Don't you dare go lock yourself up in that room. That solves nothing, just say sorry already." John twitched then smacked Paul who lost his grip on the man. He looked up to John, his eyes filling with tears. One hand rose to the burning red blob that formed on his cheek.

"Paul! Don't touch me! Your face is the last thing I want to see right now!" John turned. "We've been fighting so much lately, I don't know is it even worth it anymore." Paul placed his hand on John shoulder. John flinched and something inside him snapped; maybe all his stress and issues reached its top. He turned and with all his strength hit Paul in the chest. Paul shot back lost his balance and fell hitting his head on the coffee table. He just lied there. Staring up at a John he never knew. There stood an angry man. John was never angry. And why was he so mad at this silly fight. Paul thought they had been getting in fights a lot but John had been more forgiving those times, Paul was usually the stubborn one. Maybe all his stress had reached its max and he was taking it out on poor Paul. John stomped into the other room and slammed the door. Paul broke out into tears that soon turned into anger. Who did John think he was, going around yelling at him then hurting him! He did nothing wrong.

~Well it's been rough but we'll be just fine, work it out, yeah, we'll survive, you mustn't let a few bad times dictate, ooh~

Paul stomped up to the door and slammed it open. He saw John hunched over the side of the bed his hands covering his face sobbing. Paul felt bad then was again enraged at his friend.

"John-"

"Get out!"

"But J-"

"Get the 'ell out McCartney!"

"John what's wrong with you today?!"

"I'm done with you Paul! I'm fed up this is the last straw! We've had these stupid fights, and just everything, the band! Just done! Gosh why!! Ugh I just-" John paused looking up at Paul, at Paul's now wet face, his bruised cheek, and his broken empty eyes he turned away. "I hate you." Paul felt like the world had ended. His heart ripped in two. He eyes so full of tears that he couldn't cry. He just stared, looked at John as if he blinked John would be gone.

"John…" Paul whimpered. John turned to Paul his face was wet with tears too; John shook his head and grabbed a pillow off the bed and threw it at Paul. "I…I love you" Paul whispered silently, running out of the hotel room, crying out in the hallway, never noticing the shocked John lifting his hand to stop Paul.

End Flashback

John sat staring at the doorway that Paul once stood. He loved me. John thought to himself. I have to stop him, before he leaves, for good this time. John stood up and walked slowly to the door, his guilt hung on him like chains. His feet were heavy each step felt like a nightmare. He stood in front of the door and paused. He stood frozen his hand on the door knob. What was holding him back? Something clicked in his brain once he heard a slam of another door out in the hall. He opened the door in what seemed like forever he peered out into the hallway. It was empty.

"No," John whimpered. He slammed the door and ran to the elevator. He clicked the button five or ten times, when it didn't instantly open he rushed over to the stairs and flew down them three at time. No, no, no, no, repeated through his head. He smashed into a man on his way down and fell on him bum. He blinked a couple times and collected the man's fallen items said sorry then returned to running, can't waste any time.

He practically kicked the door open from the stair well into the lobby. John ran out searched for Paul, he wasn't there. He ran to the front door and realized it was pouring rain. Paul was probably in a taxi by now, crap. John ran out the doors anyway getting soaking wet. He noticed a man Paul's height trying to get a taxi. John sighed in relief, thank God, he ran to the man and pulled him a tight hug only to get rejected and smacked in the face. John looked again and realized it was not Paul. He blushed then ran away realizing Paul was gone. John stood in the pouring rain, the rain that disguised his tears. His eyes were blank and his breathing was rough. He fell to his knees.

"Paul, I love you." He whispered in between sobs. Eventually the rain grew harder and lighting cracked across the sky. John headed into the hotel, sopping wet and walked into the elevator. A women entered the elevator on the next floor before she stepped in she looked at John, but mostly his face, and in disgust she got off. John looked down, and stifled a cry. Stupid women, had no right to judge me, I just lost everything, my best friend, and newly realized love of my life. John thought. He slowly got off the elevator on his floor and walked to suite. He clicked the key in and entered. The room was as it was left. He didn't dare sit on the couch where Paul was sleeping. He opened the door to the other room and stood in his tracks, surely he had gone insane. He rubbed his eyes making sure what he was seeing was really there and he smiled, tears rolled out of his eyes.

"Love, you don't think I'd leave you," Paul said softly from the bed. Paul looked up to John, his face wet from tears. John covered his mouth with his hands and fell to his knees.

"Paul, I… I…"

"If you're apologizing don't I'm stubborn it's my fault-"

"I love you." Paul stared at John wide eye, his face grew redder and redder until he started to cry, tears of happiness.

"John I'm so sorry, I love you so much I just couldn't find the words to tell you," Paul crossed his legs and looked down. He was surprised by wet arms pulling him into a hug.

"Paul don't'cha ever scare me like that again," John cried into Paul's ear. Paul nodded and buried his head in the man's chest. After what seemed forever Paul let go of John.

"You should change into something dry," Paul suggested. John nodded with a smile. He went in the bathroom and changed into a plain white shirt and sleep pants. He saw Paul wearing practically the same thing except different pants lying on the bed.

"Now what?" John spoke, his voice soft.

"I'm tired," Paul replied plainly staring up at the ceiling. "Let's just sleep tonight." Paul smiled at the idea of sleep. John nodded with a smile. Paul curled up under the covers of the bed and fell asleep with a smile.

The two woke up the next morning a little differently than normal, Paul laughing and giggling from under the sheets and John shoving a laughing Ringo and George out the room.

"'Ey at least ya' two got your clothes on!" Ringo laughed.

"Oh don't think I didn't see ya' two cuddling it up on couch the other night," John taunted. This shut Ringo up and George kept laughing, but now it was more of an awkward laugh.

~Soon We'll Be Found~