It's only love

                                    

                                          
John Lennon: 
                          
It's wrong. So wrong. Hell its illegal. I shouldn't be feeling this. I shouldn't be doing this. We shouldn't be doing this, but yet here we are. 
                          
Paul and I were in our hotel room. We were on the bed, lead next to each other, Paul's head on my chest. I was running my fingers through his hair as we laid together, just enjoying the moment. Paul was messing with one of the buttons on my shirt and quietly humming to himself. 
                          
I don't know when I started to have feeling for Paul. Maybe I've always had them. I really don't know, I just know I have them. Fortunately, he feels the same about me so there wasn't an awkward rejection of any kind. 
                          
Me and Paul got together last week, just after we got back from the hospital because Ringo got shot.
                          
Memory
 George stayed at the hospital overnight to keep Ringo company even though his parents were there. So that left me, Paul and Brian to head back to the hotel. Brian went to his room and me and Paul went to ours. Once inside, Paul broke down. He was scared that Ringo might still die and honestly, so was I. I was also close to breaking down myself but I managed to maintain my emotions. 
                          
Paul sat on the bed crying and I went to comfort him. Now I'm not very good with comforting people so I took to just hugging him and rocking him. He leaned into my chest and sobbed for about 20 minutes. When he stopped he just looked up at me with an apologetic look in his eyes. I don't know what came over me but I wasn't expecting to do what I did. I didn't even think about it, I just did it! I leant down and softly kissed him. After a few seconds I realised what I was doing and quickly pulled away. 
                          
Looking away I muttered a "sorry" and felt my face go red. To my surprise, though, Paul giggled and reached up to turn my head back towards him. He pulled my face down to his and kissed me passionately. Eventually we had to pull away for breath and as we did so Paul grinned at me. I blushed and grinned back at him. 
                          
"So... how long have you felt like this then?" Paul asked me. 
                          
"I don't know really. Quite a while I think."
                          
"Well I'm just glad you feel the same as me. So, uh, what does this make us then?" Paul looked up nervously. 
                          
"Well what do you want to be?" I smirked. 
                          
Paul blushed, "I wouldn't mind having a boyfriend... I- I mean only if y-you want to. You don't have to it's-" 
                          
I laughed, "Then I guess I'm your boyfriend. Huh, I kinda like that  'Boyfriend'" 
                          
"Yeah, it suits you." Paul giggled. 
                          
"One thing though Paul, now that we're "boyfriends"... is that what you'd call it? I don't know. Anyways... how are we going to tell the others?" 
                          
"Hmm I don't know. I'm sure we'll figure it out. But for now let's just enjoy the moment." He smiled at me. 
                          
"Okay." I said, leaning down to kiss him again. 
                          
I smiled at the memory. 
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Third person:
                          
Ringo had been in hospital for a week now and was being discharged today. He had been instructed to have bed rest for another week. He had also been told that he wasn't allowed to play his drums for two months so his arm could heal. 
                          
"Two months!" Ringo shouted. He knew he shouldn't be shouting at the doctors but he didn't think he could go two months without the one thing that makes him happy (besides George of course).