John Imagine:

The party was vibrating. Music blared throughout the house, ringing through your ears. The smell of laughter, fun, and booze reached your nostrils. It was exhilarating. The adrenaline should have been coursing through your veins. You should be dancing and cracking jokes with your friends.

Except you weren't.

It was rather silly. But you couldn't help but feel envy bite at your insides when you saw John Lennon, your best friend, dance and flirt with another girl.

Maybe it wasn't so silly, considering you were in love with him, and have been for as long as you could remember. It was rather typical, since over half the girls at school were drooling over him. They were all jealous of you as well since John was always around you.

You took a small sip of your beer and sighed. Stuart, one of John's closest friends, approached you and slid into the seat next to you.

"I'm assuming you saw that," he said sympathetically.

"Unfortunately," you said glumly.

"If it makes you feel any better, I doubt he knows what he's doing," he said. "The man's bloody hammered. He never knows what he's doing whenever alcohol runs through his veins."

You shrugged. "It doesn't really help," you mumbled. "Even when he's sober, he looks at other girls."

"He looks at you too," Stuart pointed out.

"Not like that. Not the way he's looking at that girl. To him, I'm just... a friend."

It hurt you to say. You blew out another deep sigh and looked away from Stuart. He rubbed your shoulder soothingly.

"Don't think like that," he said gently. "It could happen, you know. John isn't exactly easy to figure out."

"I sincerely doubt it, Stuart, but thank you for trying to make me feel better," you responded with a weak smile.

John then stumbled toward you and Stuart, his eyes dilated and his lips curved into a goofy, drunken smile. His hair which was usually done in a quiff became messy and wild. You rolled your eyes at him, but you couldn't deny the flutter of your heart. Even when he was completely out of it, he still looked irresistible.

"Hey Y/N," he giggled. "What are you doing?"

He sounded like a child and his words were slurred horribly.

"I'm having a drink, Johnny," you snorted.

"Come with meeeee," he whined, tugging at your arm. "Let's dance. It's so fun!"

"John, you're way too drunk, mate," Stuart laughed. "How much did you drink?"

"Uh... I lost count."

His breath reeked of alcohol. You placed your glass down on the table and turned to him.

"John, how about I take you home? Mimi won't want you to stay out too late while you're like this."

"Yeah, you hear that, Lennon?" Stuart grinned. "Y/N will take you home. You like her, don't you?"

"But of course!" John cried as you sent Stuart a small glare. "She's my friend best!"

Stuart smirked at John's use of words. You sighed once again. "Come on, John," you coaxed, grabbing his arm and slinging it around your shoulders to support him.

"Have a lovely night, Mr. Sutcliffe," he slurred as you dragged him away. Stuart laughed and waved.

You pulled John outside, the ringing in your ears from the music fading away, relieving you. The cool air brushed against your flushed face. It was a little past midnight. Stars littered the inky-black sky, the crescent moon peeking behind the clouds.

You pulled John to the sidewalk, supporting him as he leaned against you, giggling in your ear, his breath tickling your cheek.

"Are we going on an adventure?" he gasped eagerly.

You smiled. "Yes, John. We're going on an adventure."

John let out a loud cheer. You shushed him quickly, glancing around to see if anybody had heard him and woke up.

Once you had successfully dragged him to his home, you pushed the door open and scanned around. Mimi must be asleep.

You guided John to his bedroom and helped him take his leather jacket off. You carefully laid him on his bed. His eager smile became more sleepy, and his wild eyes began to droop.

"Good night, John," you whispered.

You started to get up from the bed, but John caught your arm before you could.

"Nope," he grinned, pulling you towards him, forcing you to lie down with him. You felt your cheeks burn; your face was inches away from his. "You're not going anywhere, dear Y/N."

"John, I really should-"

"Pleeeeeaaaaase," he whined.

It wasn't as if he gave you a choice. He had a tight hold on you, and even when he was drunk, he could be very stubborn.

"Okay, fine," you gave in.

After a moment of silence, he sang, "I have a secret."

It startled you. You thought he was asleep.

"Oh yeah?" you grinned up at him. "And what's that?"

He leaned forward so he could whisper in your ear. You shifted closer to humour him. While he could be annoying when hammered, he could also be quite funny, and sometimes you liked to have a bit of fun with him.

"Y/N is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he whispered. "She's so pretty and nice. I'm in love with her."

Your eyes widened and your pink cheeks went pinker. You pulled away from John and stared at him, your mouth slightly agape, a gasp leaving your lips.

"You're what?" you said, almost shouting.

"Shh," he giggled. "Don't tell Y/N... She doesn't knoooow."

He didn't know that he was confessing his feelings towards you to you. How much did he drink...?

"Can you keep it a secret? Pretty please?"

"Oh... oh, yes. Of course," you said slowly, your face flushed, dusted deeply with red.

He didn't hear you. He was already asleep, snoring softly. He looked like an angel...

He's gonna be a headache in the morning.

***

You dropped an aspirin inside a glass of water and set it on the table next to the bed just as John woke up. A loud groan left his lips as he brought his hands up to his pale face to cover his eyes.

"Morning, sunshine," you chuckled.

"I'm dying," he moaned.

"Take this, you drama queen," you rolled your eyes, gesturing towards the aspirin.

As you forced him to drink up, he slumped back against his pillow and buried his face into his palms.

"Damn hangover," he grunted.

"That's what you get for drinking so much."

"Y/N, please, you lecturing me is the last thing I need right now... Hey, did you stay here all night?"

"Oh," you said, your smile vanishing. "Uh... yeah."

"I swear, Y/N, you must be some sort of angel," John groaned.

"John," you said hesitantly. "Do you... remember anything from last night?"

He peered up from his hands, revealing his pale face, and thought for a moment. "Barely," he finally responded. "Don't ever let me drink that much again."

"I think you said that last time," you mused. Shaking your head, you continued, "So... you don't remember... what you told me?"

This had caught his attention. He stared at you, suddenly looking nervous. "What did I tell you?" he asked silently.

You paused. "Just... nothing," you said. "Um... listen, I should get going. My parents won't be happy with me. I didn't get a chance to call them. Uh... goodbye, John."

John looked as though he wanted to say something, but you had already stood up. However, you stopped in your tracks beside the door. Neither of you spoke, the silence unbearable and thick. You sucked in a deep, shaky breath.

"By the way," you said, turning back to him. "I'm in love with you too."

John's eyes went wide, like a deer caught in the headlights. He sputtered anxiously, stumbling over his words hopelessly. But you smiled at him and blew him a kiss. That had shut him up.

"Call me later, Johnny," you said cheerfully, exiting the room, leaving him in a baffled state.

But then, he smiled.

She's so perfect...