The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

Julia (Chapter 35)

"What do you mean?" I say, rubbing Paul's leg softly to comfort him. "I haven't seen you since we were children."

Paul laughs a bit and grabs my hands. "You're dense." 

I decide to ignore that and look away.

"Did we meet as teenagers one time?" I say, slightly confused as Paul leans on the headboard of our bed. Paul seems to ignore my question and begins to speak on his own.

"I stopped talking to you because my mother passed away." Paul says, looking at me with warm eyes.

"That's why?" I say, causing my hands to shake. I didn't know Paul's mother passed away until a few years later. I was heartbroken and remember searching for Paul right afterwards. I never found him, of course. He seemed to avoid me like the plague.

"Yes..." Paul drifts off, his eyes darting to the ground and then back at me. His eyes are start to water, a sight I don't recall ever seeing. Is he going to cry?

"She always thought we would get married."

I look at Paul as some tears fall on his cheeks. I shift uncomfortably as he wipes his eyes quickly. 

"Damn me." He laughs slightly as he fixes his hair. I place a hand on his knee and rub it softly. I don't want him to hurt like this.

"My mom wanted me to marry you so bad that I started to get scared. After she passed, I distanced myself from you because I didn't want to think of her. I tried to get away from anything that reminded me of her..."

He looks to his side and takes a deep breath.

"It took me a few years to realize how wrong I was. After a while, all I wanted to do was see you again." I stare at Paul's chest and notice how fast it's rising and falling. He's nervous and scared.

"So I decided to keep a tab on you."

I open my mouth to speak, but he continues without hesitation.

"I know where you went to high school, your boyfriends, and family problems. I had word around in Liverpool." Paul looks at me and smiles weakly. "Everyone who knew me knew who you were eventually. You're all I would want to know about."

I look at him and bite my lip. I still don't understand why he didn't just talk to me. I would have let him into my life. In fact, I would have needed someone like him...

"I always knew you would come back into my life somehow." Paul looks at me and holds my hand on his knee. "You're the only girl for me and I've known this for a while."

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[Flashback from Paul's P.O.V]

"Macca, hurry up." Peter says as I follow behind him. The streets are beyond slippery and I can barely keep my balance.

"Shut up, mate." I say, my nose and ears red from the cold. I've been outside for hours helping him pick out a suit for John.

"Johnny is going to kill me if I don't deliver this to his house straight away." Peter says. He starts to pick up pace, leaving me behind in the snow. I walk slowly behind him as he runs like a coward. I'm not scared of John.

I've only known John for about a year now and our band isn't getting really far. I turn 17 in a few months and I'm hoping my dad gets me a new guitar. John is also hoping that he does, because my guitar is 'worse than the shit I took this morning', he says.

"Paul, get inside here, would ya? Mimi is gonna kill me for having the house turn cold!" John yells, opening the door for Peter. I begin running in the snow, careful not to fall as he really leaves me with no choice. It smells of tea and whiskey - a combination I've grown too fond off.