𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 - 𝐇𝐨𝐰 || 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

Chapter 25: Baby Come Back (Pt. 2)

«𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬,
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥
𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶»

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The doorbell rang, interrupting the TV show Rebecca was watching. It was Saturday afternoon and was a lovely day outside, finally felt like summer. Rebecca hadn't felt this hot in England since she arrived. Maybe she gotten used to the cold and crisp weather so much; those days were death. She'd been wearing lighter clothing like on that day but still wasn't enough. Even so, she was locked up at home with no other plan than watching TV.

Jane left for a few days to film something, so she was spending some days by her own. She jumped up from the couch and ran to open the door. As a good girl, she learned to look through the peephole before opening, to not encounter some unsolicited surprise, she learned the hard way.

Through it she could see a man who clearly looked weird. Like he was trying to sell something, and he was nervous. Although it gave her mistrust, could be something important, more for Jane since Rebecca had no ties with anyone, so she opened the door.

"Can I help you, sir?" her eyes hunted the strange man for his response.

But the guy didn't say anything only tried to break in by pushing her in the process. This caught Rebecca off guard, she was trying with all her force to prevent this man from entering her flat.

"Órale, hijo de la chingada!" she yelled in Spanish. "You don't know who you're messing with"

Those self-defence classes would work now. In a blink she grabbed him by the neck, hard and held him down almost to the floor. Though he struggled, he couldn't help but succumb to the inexplicable and sudden strength of the girl in front.

"It's me! It's me! Paul!" the boy screamed between laughs. "Calm down! Easy on me!"

Rebecca frowned in confusion and narrowed her eyes. Paul? She scrutinized him carefully that man didn't look like Macca at first sight, but through the disguise she could see his unmistakable honey eyes.

"Paul?"

"Yeah, McCartney! We good? You're not going to puch me, are you? Where the bloody hell did you get so much strength? You're way to skinny to do it!"

"Paul!" she greeted smiling when she recognized his face finally. She helped him up and they started laughing together childish.

"Remind me not to mess aroun' with you, gal you're pretty solid!"

"Oh, I'm sorry Macca, but you scared me. Why are you trying to break into my house, you idiot? Come in!" she responded by stepped aside for him to enter and closed the door.

"Alright, lass?" he greeted her by kissing her on the cheek. Paul had the face slightly red from the fight. "Is Jane home?" he asked looking around.

Rebecca was surprised. "Oh, I thought she told ya. She'd to film today too"

"Oh of course she's" Paul opened his mouth raising a hand to slap his head lightly. "I forgot!"

"Yep, sorry" she nodded puzzled since they told each other everything.

"What ye' doing?" asked the 'cute Beatle' curiously looking her straight ahead.

"Ahm... nothing really. Only watching TV"

"Oh yeah, yeah," he said. He was acting weird, but she ignored the fact. "It's a good show..."

"Why are you in disguise?" Becca asked examining Paul's outfit. It was a good disguise; he could go unnoticed anywhere without a doubt.