A/N: hey guys, at last, another chapter, lets gooooooo
hannah xxx
p.s: I know the song at the end of this chapter was written a lot later than '62, but this is fiction xD
*John's POV*
It had been 5 years since Yas and I started going out. Sure, I'd cheated on her the odd time, nothing serious though, but I wasn't really that much in love with her. Every time I kissed her, I pretended I was kissing Samantha.
God, how I missed her. I had begun to think I'd never see her again, when lo and behold I saw her standing there looking slightly shocked as I made out with Yas in Paul's kitchen. Then she grinned and wolf whistled.
"Wow," she said. "Someone's been busy,"
Yas blushed and I bit my lip.
"Anyway," she said. "I've fucking missed the pair of you, come here,"
She hugged Yas before turning her attention to me and I put my arms around her waist and breathed in her scent, for what seemed like an extortionate amount of time.
"You're back," I said, still in disbelief.
"Couldn't get rid of me for that long," said Samantha, going in to the living room, where Yas & I followed where George and Paul were talking.
"Hey Sam, did you know that Great Aunt Martha passed on a while ago?" said Paul.
"Really?" said Sam, looking up. "When?"
Paul shrugged. "I dunno, but she's left the entire family use of her villa in the south of Spain, why don't we all get out of here for a few weeks?"
I grinned. It could be my chance to get back with Sam.
"I'm up for it," I said, and everyone agreed.
It was on.
*Sam's POV*
Wow.
I did not see that one coming.
Yas had told me she had a crush on him years ago, not now. Anyway, why was I feeling like this? It's not like we'd ever had anything, just a few kisses. Great kisses. Amazing, perfect kisses. God,I needed to get him out of my head. I had that feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was jealous. Even though John and I had never went out, I still wanted him, and I had done for the past five years. I decided to try and be happy for them, although every time I saw them together, I wished it was me instead of Yas.
*George's POV*
It's not fair. She shouldn't have came back to them two making out in Paul's kitchen, that wasn't right, one of us should have warned her. I still had a huge crush on her, but I didn't want to mess with her feelings. I'd tell her on this holiday, I had to, I'd been suppressing my feelings for five years, I couldn't do it any longer.
*Paul's POV*
Honestly, when they first started going out, none of us expected it to last, they were such an unlikely couple. Of course, he'd cheated on her, everyone knew, but whether she did or not was a different story. I had had a crush on her ever since we'd been introduced on that fateful day at the beach five years ago. But of course, John had swooped in there as soon as Samantha had left. I'd only recently found out that they had actually known each other before they started a relationship, but still, everything was all wrong. I just hoped it would sort itself out on our 3 weeks on the Costa del Sol.
*two weeks later*
*John's POV*
I put on my sunglasses as we stepped off the plane and in to the airport to get our bags. The heat was insane and the sweat was already lashing off me.
The drive to the villa didn't take that long and it was bloody magnificent; 5 bedrooms, all with bathrooms, a pool, a poolhouse and even an outdoor kitchen. It was brilliant.
Yas and I took one of the double rooms, Paul took another, and George and Sam each had a twin room.
We all started unpacking and I told Yas I was going to grab a glass of water, which was a complete lie. I went in to Sam's room and put my hands round her waist from behind, reminiscent of our proper first kiss on the beach.
I was going to get her back, somehow, even if I had to break up with Yas while we were still out here. I should have dumped her years ago, she was just my replacement for Samantha. That's shallow as fuck, but it's true.
"John, you're going out with one of my best friends," she sighed, pushing my hands down, which only encouraged me. I started running my hands over her inner thighs.
"And does she have to know?" I murmured in to her neck. I could feel her ready to give in, but she turned round, pushed me away and shook her head. "No, you're with her now, not me, this wouldn't be right,"
I pouted.
"Sorry, sunshine," she said, sighing heavily. "It's not happening,"
"That's what you think," I said under my breath so she wouldn't hear, and turned to walk out of the room, up to my one.
"Sweetie, Paul and I are going to go to the supermarket to get food, any specific requests?" asked Yas. She had changed into a short sundress, and I licked my lips, then immediately mentally kicked myself. I was going to have to stop thinking about Yas like this if I wanted Sam back.
"Er, no babe, just the usual," I smiled, and kissed her.
I waited until I heard the door click and grabbed my guitar. I couldn't bring myself to leave it at home. Sitting on the bed, I took a crumpled piece of paper from my pocket and started strumming the tune to a song I'd written on the plane, singing it as I went.
I want you
I want you so bad
I want you
I want you so bad it's driving me mad
It's driving me mad
I want you
I want you so bad babe
I want you
I want you so bad it's driving me mad
It's driving me mad
