The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

Don't Let Me Down (Chapter 51)

"Hey."

I open the door for George and he stands outside Paul and I's home. It's freezing outside so I invite him in.

"No thanks, love. I see Paul's car outside and I don't think he'd appreciate the company." George whispers his words as I look at him. His cheeks are red from the cold and his eyes look small and weary. I wonder what makes him look so charming right now.

"I suppose I should put my coat on. Paul's upstairs." George smiles at me and I look away contently. I begin to put my jacket on as I hear footsteps come downstairs. It's Paul.

"George? What're you doing here?" I turn around to see Paul, and his eyes are already fixed on mine.

"Carol wanted to go out and have a little fun." George puts his hands in his pockets. Paul chuckles slightly as he looks at us once more.

"She could've asked me."

"You're not in the right state of mind." I say. Paul looks at his feet and smiles reluctantly. I know he's upset, but I deserve to have some fun. It isn't fair the way he's acting.

"Go have fun. I'm not stopping you." Paul looks away from me as he heads back upstairs. I know he is upset. I sigh and look at my knees.

"Go with him." George says, and I look up at him. His tender eyes smile as he looks away and I know he wishes I would go with him instead.

"Are you-"

"Yeah. Just go. I'll call you later." I hear George's voice crack as he walks away. George came all the way here for me. He wanted to make me feel better about the sitaution.

"George!" I call out, running to him barefoot in the cold. I see him turn around, snow falling on his head. He smiles slightly and I run in to hug him. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close.

"Thank you for coming." I whisper into George's ear and I feel his face heat up. "I'll call you later. I promise."

George kisses my cheek and rubs my back. I stay in his arms for a little longer before letting go. I wave behind me before going back inside and closing the door. Walking up the stairs, fixing my hair and coughing slightly, I head into my room where Paul is sitting.

"Hey." I say, slowly walking inside the room as Paul looks up at me from the bed. His eyes are red and wet, and I assume he's been crying. I feel my face soften ad I look at him.

"Where's George?" He asks, covering his face with his hair as he speaks. He must be embarrassed, but I don't let him stay alone for much longer. I walk closer and sit down next to him.

"He left."

Paul turns away from me as he coughs. I can feel his body shake as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"Didn't mean to ruin your plans, you know."

"You didn't." I slowly begin to rub his back. Paul turns around to face me again as his eyes connect with mine once more. He looks tired, so tired, and I wonder what he's been doing all week.

"I don't know what to do anymore." Paul covers his face with his hands. "I love you so much that it hurts."

I lift my hand away from Paul so that he can speak more clearly. I feel his body shake as he speaks and I look at him sincerely. Something isn't right here. I wonder of it's completely John and I's situation that is causing him this stress.

"I love you too, Paul." I play with my fingers as I speak. "You're the one who doesn't trust me like I trust you."

Paul reveals his face and looks at me. I feel my heart skip a beat as his eyes search mine. He moves closer to me and puts an arm around my waist.

"Can you blame me? You snuck off with two of my best mates." Paul says rather harshly. I keep my stare on him as I speak.

"I know. George was a mistake that I thought you forgave me for. John forced himself onto me." I say, not daring to break eye contact despite the overwhelming need to. Paul looks down and closes his eyes, sighing as he speaks.

"I know. I know." Paul slowly reaches over to grab my hand. I hold onto his as he grabs it tightly, causing me to flinch slightly in pain.

"I can't have you running around anymore." Paul pauses briefly before resuming his speech. "I need you to be with me, at least until this all blows over."

I nod slightly despite not wanting to. I'm not Paul's. I'm my own person, and I wonder if he knows that.

"Ok."

Paul looks at me and smiles, rubbing his eyes with his free hand as he hiccups.

"About John...I can't confront him so easily." Paul bites his lip as he looks at me. I look at my hands nervously as he speaks.

"I know." I wish he would tell John to fuck off honestly, but I can't ask Paul to do that.

"But I will protect you. You won't be alone with him anymore." Paul smiles slightly as I feel my eyes begin to water. I think about all the horrible things John has done to me and feel hot tears trail down my cheeks.

"Oh, Carol."

I feel Paul's arms wrap around me as I cry into his chest. He grips me closer as I sob. I don't mean to cry into Paul's arms. Not right now.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, moving away from Paul as he let's go.

"Sorry? I'm the one who acted like a child." Paul wipes my eyes as he speaks.

"Let's just forget this. Please."

Paul bites his lip and looks away.

"I'll try baby. I really will."

I nod my head as I look at him. His lips connect with mine and I hold him close.

"Starting tomorrow, you'll come to the studio. We're also starting to film our movie in a week so you're coming too." Paul talks to me sincerely and gently. This is what I missed all week.

"Ok." I say, not wanting to fight anymore. I just want everything to be resolved.

Suddenly, Paul and I hear a knock on the door and we both stare at each other. Heading down the stairs, Paul rushes to the door and opens it.

Crying and gripping her son's hand, Julian and Cynthia stand outside our front door in the cold winter snow.