1964

I love you, 'cause you tell me things I want to know

And it's true that it really only goes to show,

That I know,

That I, I, I, I should never, never, never be blue

He had been denying it for five years, but he had fallen in love with the younger man. Paul was beautiful, cute, and amazing, John knew that. But he couldn't tell him. He would ruin the friendship, and even the band. No one wanted that. It was adorable, he seemed to have no concept of personal space in photographs. That was alright.

Now you're mine, my happiness still makes me cry

And in time, you'll understand the reason why,

If I cry,

It's not because I'm sad, but you're the only love that I've ever had

Ringo saw it first, the way the older looked at him was full of love and eagerness. He pulled him aside one day to talk. "John, you should tell him."

"Wh-what? What do you mean, Rings?" He tried to make it look like he didn't understand. "Don't be like that, I know you love Paul."

I can't believe it's happened to me

I can't conceive of any more misery

"...I can't. It will only end badly. What would the fans think, me being queer, and not with some bird? It's too difficult..."

"John. If you love him, you need to say something. It's a risk you can take. I think he likes you, too." Maybe he was right. "I'm gonna go tell him now." John stood up and went off to find his love.

Ask me why, I'll say I love you,

And I'm always thinking of you

Paul was certain this wasn't right. He didn't really love John, did he? He did jokingly flirt sometimes, but did it mean something more? Yes, it did. He imagined running his hands through his thick hair, whispering words of love, and never letting him go. It was wrong, but it was right.

I love you, 'cause you tell me things I want to know

And it's true that it really only goes to show,

That I know,

That I, I, I, I should never, never, never be blue

John gulped, slowly opening the door. Paul was holding his guitar, lost in thought. "Paulie?" He looked up in surprise with a slight blush. "Y-yeah?" He always liked the nickname.

Ask me why, I'll say I love you,

And I'm always thinking of you

"I...have to tell you something..." Paul's breathing hitched as his best mate leaned in and whispered the sweet words.

"I love you, Macca."

I can't believe it's happened to me.

I can't conceive of any more misery

Paul's eyes fluttered shut as he felt soft lips against his own. Then, as he had always imagined, he slowly stroked his hair.

His John.

Ask me why, I'll say I love you,

And I'm always thinking of you