A/N: I know I haven't updated in awhile I'm oh so very sorry! But I am having a bit of a writers block and also I have been drowned with homework which doesn't help too much :( I start my spring break on Monday so I should have plenty of time to make up for the gap! And i apologize for the super short chapter, I'm off my game aren't I? Make sure to read and review! Well enjoy lovelies ;)
Claire's POV
I was completely distraught this morning, I couldn't believe that I was so close to something so awful happening to me. After a good while of crying, I decided I needed to suck it up and move on with my life. People have it so much worse than me and I am sure they don't spend all day bawling their eyes out each and every day.
I actually ended up having a pretty fun day with my boys. We ran around the store and received many glares from all of the older customers (and workers) which of course made it all the more fun. We made cookies and got into a bit of a food fight when John shoved a stick of butter on Paul's nose. It really was quite the day.
But last nights events were in the back of my mind the entire day and every couple of hours it would hit me that he would probably come back. That part scared me to no end.
I would try to shove those thoughts out of my head and just enjoy the day while I could, but it was like a bad rash, it would just never go away. Despite my horrible lying abilities I was able to plaster a smile on my face all day. Not once did John, George or Paul looked worried about me. I guess it is because I have had to act like I'm perfectly happy since I was six whenever I was going through something awful. I don't like talking about my troubles, I always end up crying because those are such tender topics that are rarely brought up.
We finished baking and ate up all of the cookies before you could blink and had a ball. We listened to music, laughed our heads off as we all made fun of eachother. It was just like before this great big mess when we (not so much me but Paul, John and George) were carefree and could just be kids, I never really got a chance to do that.
It started to get late and Paul and George went off to bed. John and I were alone and I thanked him for such a great day. What I meant by that was to thank him for getting my mind off things. Then he asked me something that I didn't expect, he asked me how I can get over things so quickly. I had to hold in a chuckle. I most certainly did NOT get over things quickly, I just do a kick-ass job of hiding it. I told him what I tell myself to try to move on, that there is no sense in moping around and burdening everyone by being so fragile.
What he said next made my heart melt,
"Claire you have to let people take care of you sometimes, you can't think you have to go through everything alone, you know Paul and George will help you and if anything bothers you I will be at your side before you can blink," he said in the softest, sweetest tone,
I was about to tell him that I know he will help me if I need it but I shouldn't need it all the time. I got about two words in before his lips came crashing down on mine.
John's POV
I poured everything I had in me into that kiss. I just wanted to take all of the hurt away from her and I was hoping that I could take that all away, if I was not so lucky, and I probably wouldn't be, knowing that she doesn't like me like that, she would push me away and things would be awkward, to say the least, with us.
I was almost overcome with happiness when I felt her warm arms wrap around my neck. I pulled her on my lap and we stayed kissing. I deepened the kiss by slipping my tongue in her mouth and her tipping her head back. I moved away from her mouth and started kissing her neck. I wrapped my arms around her waist and I held her close, I felt that if I let go of her for just an instant she would disappear and I would wake up to find that it was just a dream like so many of the other dreams that I had about this moment.
Eventually she pulled away slightly, breaking the kiss. Both of us were breathing heavily and looking at each other right in the eyes. As I looked at her I saw once again her natural allure that never failed to amaze me, and I was overcome by this feeling of absolute love, usually this was accompanied by disappointment, knowing that she would never be mine, but not this time. This time it was with absolute bliss, because I was proven wrong and this is the first time I have ever been thrilled about being wrong.
"I love you Claire, I love you so much. You mean the world to me and I would be an absolute wreck without you around, you know that?" I said in all honesty, but regret it when she looks up with me with an unreadable face of which I think shows confusion. But all of my worries get washed away when she gives me the most brightest smile and places a chaste kiss on my lips before whispering,
"I love you to the moon and back John,"
