Happiness is (Not) a Warm Gun

                                    

                                          
December 8th, 1980
"Paul? What's wrong, love?" John touched his arm gently.
"I don't know, something seems off about today." Paul glanced around nervously.
"It's probably nothing. Now let's get ready, someone is coming over to take photos." He nodded once, biting his lip anxiously.
"Hello?" Somebody knocked on the apartment door, and he ran to let them in. "Hi, I'm Annie Leibovitz." A camera hung loosely around her neck.
He shook her hand. "Paul Lennon-McCartney."
"What would you like for us to do?"
"Well, this picture will make it on the cover of The Rolling Stones, alright? I'll take a few with you two together."
"Really?" John raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure they want a couple of queers on the cover of the magazine?"
She hesitated for a moment. "I'm not sure, but I'll try to pull some strings. What do you suppose you should do for the picture?"
"I know!" he announced.
A few minutes later, Paul was on the ground, a nude John next to him. He had his arms around his head, and his legs drawn up against him.
"Perfect!" Annie snapped several photos, and John kissed Paul on the cheek. They shared gentle smiles. "That was great!"
"Really?" John stood up, searching for his glasses.
"Yes, really! I'll definitely get this on the cover!" She put the camera down. "It was a pleasure meeting you, boys!"
"Bye!" Paul waved. "John?" John fell on the ground after getting tangled in his pants. "John!"
"I'm fine!" he shouted back.
"Hey dad, I was - ew, gross!" Zoeii ran back to her room, making them chuckle.
"Get up, you crazy man." Paul helped him with his clothes. "Better?"
"Better."
"Good. Now, aren't you forgetting something?" He put his hands on his hips.
"Um, I don't think so. Wait, my interview! Thanks, Macca!" He pecked his lips quickly before running out the door.
"I'm worried," Paul murmured. 
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"Ugh, there's the fucking limo! It's about time!"
"Oh, shove it, John!" Paul lead a pouting John over to the limousine. "Here come our admirers."
"Hi, John! Hi, Paul!" a woman waved.
"Hi, Linda!" Paul waved back. "Hope you're doing well!"
"Yep!" John turned to see a man smiling shyly, holding up a copy of Double Fantasy. "Oh, here." He took it from him, scrawling his signature across the front quickly. A camera flashed, capturing the moment. "Is this all you want?" The man smiled and nodded, disappearing back into the crowd of people.
"That guy looked suspicious," Paul whispered.
"He did, didn't he? Are you still worried?" Linda raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, very." He glanced over carefully. "I hope I'm just being paranoid."
---
"You sure?"
"Yeah, we shouldn't leave Zoeii by herself for too long." John opened the door, stepping out. "You still worried, Paulie? The day's almost over."
"A little," Paul admitted as they approached the stairs. He suddenly stopped, his blood freezing in his veins. "It's him." Alarm bells went off in his head.
"Hmm? What was that?" John turned back. "You okay?"
"Mr. Lennon!" the man from earlier called out.
"JOHN!"
Bang.