1969 ౨ৎ London, England

John had always had a bit of a temper but he never let it get the best of him. He was usually able to calm himself down or crack a couple jokes to downplay how he really felt or he’d rely on you to calm him down once he was alone with you.

Over the last year or so however, he had become much tenser, particularly around his bandmates. He’d quite come home upset and would rant for ages about his friends.

Tonight was particularly bad though. A couple of hours before John arrived home you got a call from Pattie. You were both quite close so you were the first person she told about George leaving the band.. You knew John would be fuming by the time he got home..

The front door slammed shut as John chucked his jacket onto the couch, muttering under his breath angrily.