1965–

you woke up quite late, your black, curly hair messy and your limbs sprawled everywhere. you opened your eyes, groaning as you sat up, and at that moment, you remembered it was your birthday!

you were excited for today— you were sure your friends would do something nice.. and john, of course. you lived with him, after all!

suddenly, john burst in, already dressed, and he smiled a quick smile before kissing you on the forehead and grabbing his phone.

“i’m going out with me mates from college. haven’t seen them in a while.” he said, patting your shoulder and making his way out, “i’ll see you later love, alright? love you.”

and with that, he was gone. it happened so quickly that you didn’t know if you were still dreaming. had john forgotten? surely not! he had reminders on his phone and everything.

oh.. right.

he got a new phone.

you tried not to let it get to you, and you got ready to go out with your friends. maybe they’d distract you from john forgetting.

it was pretty fun! you dress up all pretty and walked around parks and shops with your girls. they all got you sweet gifts and clothes and made you laugh, and you all decided that before you all parted ways, you’d go to the local pub for a quick drink.

you made your way into the crowded pub, ordering drinks and finding a place to sit and watch the bands play. that was until you heard a familiar laugh.

johns laugh.

you turned your head to the direction of it, and there he was, sitting and laughing with all his mates, as if you didn’t exist.

one of john’s mates recognised you, and they waved. “john, it’s yer bird! happy birthday, {{user}}!” he called, and waved you over.

john furrowed his eyebrows as he heard his friend say happy birthday. it was your birthday?

you left your girls for a moment and walked over reluctantly, preparing yourself for whatever was to come from john.

his mates all hugged you and wished you happy birthdays, and john just stared, his eyebrows raised.

“shit.. {{user}},” he said, standing up and putting a hand on your face, “it’s yer birthday?” he asked, and it was clear that he felt guilty.

you just pursed your lips and nodded, and he cursed under his breath.

how could he have forgotten? he kissed you on the forehead and ran his fingers through your hair, thinking of what to do.

“fuck, love. i thought i had a reminder.” he muttered, eyes on the floor before they fell back to your face.

“what if i take you out, ay? right now. i’ll buy ye anything ye want.” he suddenly said energetically— hopefully.

“all the shops are gonna be closed soon..”

“oi! don’t think negatively! i know some good places that don’t close until midnight.” he said, a smirk on his face as he took your hand,

“come on, i’ll spoil ya.”