1960

“daddy, daddy, daddyyy.” you whined, tugging on john’s arm as he talked with his mates— completely ignoring you. he did not have the energy for you right now; all he wanted to do was drink with the lads, paul, george, ringo, stuart and pete. but he just had to have a child when he was a teenager, so now he was stuck with a little annoying kid in a pub, pissing him off while he tried to relax after all his stress in life.

he took a swig of his beer, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he ignored you and focused on the conversation his friends were having— something about prostitutes, but he was getting more and more irritated with you. he just needed you to shut up for a few seconds. he was only 20, for christ sake! he needed a break.