Just Breathe Chapter 8

Paul had woken up in a panic, rising up quickly than looking round the room and thank goodness it was his own room…his own bed…his own dorm…hi head and ribs were aching thought…did what he thinks happened ;happened?

Than before he can answer his own thoughts, he looked to his night table with a mini plush teddy bear holding a heart and small note on it, and a letter laying there. He first picked up the ordinary letter and it read,

'Whoo mate, you musta had some hell of your own party there last night XD! Couldn't find ya anywhere, and judging from this teddy bear that was lying behind the door and a note having a birds signature on it…I am guessing you had lots of fun …I won't be here for three days cause something came up back home and me mum needs me, so you're on your own for just a little while alright mate. But I am sure you can handle three short days by yourself. Least you can hang out with that lash you met ;D. Have fun till than mate. Wish me luck! Ta ta!

Ringo Starr.'

"Bird?..." Paul didn't remember meeting a bird---or did he? Was the party all a dream? Him getting beaten and drugged, was he so drunk that he didn't remember a thing 'bout meeting this girl and had fucked up dreams because of that?

Paul didn't know what to think anymore, so he picked up the mini plush teddy bear and read the cute little scroll attached to it, he unrolled it and read in very cursive writing,

'I had soo much fun last night paulie :*. I wish to do it again soon! And I mean today kind of soon …ant 12;35 p.m sharp…meet me at that Hungarian fabric store called 'Zsofias Legjobb' ok, on Bakers Street. I know a fantastic café just across the street from there, See ya there luv …and this time---be more 'calm' if you know what I mean…baby …

Lucy Sabrina Daniels'

'It was a dream…' Paul thought to himself feeling happy. "It was just a bloody dream!" He said out loud feeling happier than ever! It must have because if this girl sent him this teddy bear and basically love note, how can what he dreamt be real?!

"Oh thank the good Lord himself…" Paul sighed just utterly relieved… 'Wait' Paul thought…he then took a double glance at the note and it said to meet this Lucy chick at 12:35 sharp, he then looked at his alarm clock… "FUCK!" It was already 12:25, and frankly he didn't even know where this Bakers Street was!

The left handed boy than automatically stood up, changed his white pants to some black jeans, and put on a orange and white plaid shirt, tucked it in, fixed up his bed head a bit. Ran to the loo, sprayed himself with body spay, brushed his teeth quickly, put on his shoes, locked up and was gone in a flat 5 minutes!

He literally ran by every, not really caring if he bumped in to a few people here and there but generally tried not to do so. He finally got to the bus and hopped on just in time. Breathing heavily from the fast run he just embarked. "Huh…huh…this bird better be worth that rush…whoo…"



"Bakers Street. Bakers Street Stop." The bus driver's voice called out. And as the bus stopped, a tall bald man who was collecting tickets for whoever was going off was slowly taking tickets from people…Damn…he didn't have a ticket. So the minute the bus doors opened, and that bus man came to where Paul was, he automatically pushed through the swarm of people standing by the door and ran right out as fast as he could and ran into the closest shop just up ahead.

Paul for sure made a dramatic drop in cause as he ran in the shop, the door bell chung really loudly from the door opening so abruptly and Paul breathing so loudly. He noticed that the store was full of women, fabrics and sewing kits. He then took the note from out of his pocket and unwrinkled it. 'At a Hungarian fabric store…' he thought. Paul than noticed that no one was speaking English…this must be the place! But---which one is Lucy?  The girl he apparently had his dream date with...

"Looking for someone?" Someone said flirting in his ear…but this someone was no 'she'…it was a he…and very masculine and familiar 'he' for that matter… "No…it can't be…" Paul whispered out loud than slowly turned around…hoping it wouldn't be the face he feared it would.

Yes. John Lennon in all his glory stood behind him. Paul wanted to run for his life but his feet were stuck to the ground.

"Hm hm hm….Expecting someone else are we now…" John said cheekily smirking while his eye lids went low.

"I thought—how did you--?" Paul was so confused!!

"Let's just say that I dropped off a little gift for you last night."

"You son of a bitch…" Paul deathly whispered.

John showed no angry expression. Just smiled even wider "Heh its not like I 'avent heard that one before son. Come with me…you wouldn't want to make a scene in front of these innocent Hungarian birds now would you?..."

Paul than looked around the store, women were already staring at the two only males in awe and complete wonder. John did have a point so he just looked back to John in 'fine have it your way' kind of expression.

John than turned his head towards the back "Come with me." They went to the back of the shop and came to a door which had stairs that lead to the basement.

They went downstairs to the art studio he was sadly in yesterday, or should he say 'headquarters'.

In the middle of the room, there was a chair, and very beautiful bird with long hazel brown hair and hazel eyes, holding some kit with her by the chair.

"Sit down please."She said with a rather strong Hungarian accent. Paul than nicely and sat down on the chair. "I cut hair for you."

"What?! Me hair?!" Paul said now in a panic.

"Yea mate. Your teddy boy days are over."

"No! Fuck that! I have had enough with this!" Paul than stood up and went right up to Johns face, John looking rather calm though "Last night was fucking HELL for me! You understand? I was bloody drugged! Lied to! Fucking abused! Been called a queer more times than I can possibly count on me fucking fingers! Beaten! Hurt! PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS BULLSHIT! YOU, AND ALL YOUR BLEEDING CURSED 'MATES' BETTER HAVE A FETISH FOR RAPE, CAUSE YOUR ABOUT TO ENCOUNTER IT WHEN YOU GO TO FUCKING PRISON AND BECOME SOME MIDDLE AGED, UGLY SWEATY MANS BITCH!" Paul had never thought he would say that to anyone before…

John still looked calm, which frankly even made Paul more pissed…he just calmy looked at his watch than back to Paul "You finished?"

"Huh---Huh am I finished?...No actually I ain't  'finished'.  Once I deal with the cops and bust your sorry arse, than I will be 'finished'."

"Yea bout that…I wouldn't do that if I were you…"

"Oh and why is that? Please enlighten me! I am dieing to know why the fuck not!"

John than more relaxed as ever walked over to Zsofia's kit and took out a two mirrors, he then strolled back to where Paul was standing and motioned Zsofia to stand behind Paul and gave her one of the mirrors so she can hold it. Than John held the mirror a little to the side  but still infront of Paul so he can see the back  of his head.

"Look in it…" Paul that reluctantly looked in the mirror and noticed nothing, "What? What do you possibly want me to look at?!"

John than replied still relaxed, "Run your hair up along your neck than to your head."

Paul than rolled his eyes and groaned really loudly, as he did so, he noticed something red and black for a second. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" Paul than lifted the hair on his neck again and saw there was tattoo on his neck of a capital "X". The outline of it was black, while the inside was white.

John than nicely took the mirror from Zsofia, and turned around so his back was facing Paul and he also lifted his hair on his neck and there was the exact same tattoo there! A black and white. "That me friend, is the 'Hells Wanted Hoodlums' representation. We all have one, so if you wanna turn us in, than you may wanna also get us to being a middle aged, ugly sweaty mans bitch."

Paul was so shocked… "Oh you son of a—!"

"Woah woah there are ladies present remember Paul…calm the cursing…"

Paul than stopped in his tracks and looked over to Zsofia, who was once again standing by the chair, looking in a way shocked from Paul yelling at John like he was, but generally didn't know what was going on anyways.

"I---" Paul blushed now, again, John had a point. "I'm sorry—I really am."

"Oh Oh it ok…You no vant hair cut now?..." She looked in a way sad bout not getting to cut and style his hair and for that Paul felt marked lousy…

"…This is hard for me but---I can't say no to a beautiful lady as yourself…" He than smiled sweetly at her as he sat down on the chair and her whole face glowed up.

"Oh thank you! I make you pretty boy!" She said clapping her hands and smiled as she took out her hair cutting tools from her kit.

"Naaa theres no need for that, he already is a pretty boy…heh…" John said sitting down and winking at Paul cheekily.

"…Whatw wrong with  being pretty?..." Paul added---obviously joking but kept a serious face.

John couldn't help but smile… "Absolutely nothing…" Paul than also couldn't help but smile, why couldn't he stay mad at John, and why couldn't John help admit that Paul was pretty? Oh well…

After half n hour, Zsofia finally finished combing Pauls now side bangs and gave him the mirror to show him.

"Heh…Wow…It actually looks pretty good eh?..."

"Course it does. Now you're an official member of HWH" Paul said patting Pauls shoulder.

"Thank you—Ugh.."

"Oh it is Zsofia!"

"Thank You Zsofia…" He than gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek which almost caused her to faint, but thankfully only blushed.

"O—Ok…" she than gathered her kit and headed upstairs.

"Cute aint she?..."

"Yes…real cute.."

"See, you got a nice haircut, for free! Met a nice bird—stick with me Macca----and you won't have any worries son, guaranteed." John said wrapping an arm round Pauls shoulder. 'Macca eh…that's  a first.' Paul thought.