P.S. I love you (a Beatles FanFic)

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Paul's words struck me pretty hard. He loves me...I mean like, he can hide his feelings pretty well, though. But I can't cheat on John. Not when we promised each other that we'll love each other forever. Not now. But I'll keep the thought in mind of Paul saying that he'll be mine when I'll leave John. I just hope I won't need to become his after John.

It was getting to about three in the morning, so I decided to go back to John in the Cavern. Paul said that he'll come with me, and I accepted. So, we went together. The disgusting smell of mixed aromas hit my nose pretty hard when I made my way downstairs. As we were heading back to our table we were sitting at, I saw him. But not just him. Him pushing his tongue down some bitch's throat. I couldn't believe my eyes. I stomped over to him, slapped his face as hard as I could. He recognized what he was doing, but of course, he was drunk. It looked as if he was angry that I hit him. His clenched fist soon flew against my face. Tears were now forcing to fall due to the fact that John was cheating on me, but also from the pain I felt on my face. Thank God that Paul was behind me. Fortunately, he saw everything that just happened. I turned around and rushed to him, taking his hand and flying out of the Cavern. My eyes stung from the tears that were flowing out them. I could barely see now due to the tears. Paul stopped in his tracks, calling my name. "Anna..." A sad and disappointed feeling in his voice, "I-I'm so sorry about what happened. I didn't know John could do that. Especially to you, who I thought he loved deeply." I angrily laughed. "Yeah, of course he loved me, even when he was swallowing that bitch's tongue!" "Just-just calm down, please. I'll take you home, if you'd like me to-" "No, I don't want to go back home. I can't. Not when this happened." I thought for a moment on where I should go if I don't want Mother to see me like this. She would just tell me that she was right all along that she knew that John would leave me for some other slut. And then it hit me- "Paul? Could I stay over at your place for a few days?" Paul took my hands in his and kissed them. "Anna, dear. You can stay with me for as long as you need to. I'm eager to do anything for you." A smile creeped on my face. I couldn't do anything but hug him. I had to, but I also needed to. "Thank you. I can't imagine what I would do without you." He hugged me back, putting his arms carefully around my waist. "There's no need to thank me. I'm always here for you no matter what."

After walking together hand in hand from the Cavern, I stopped in front of Paul's house. "Paul?" He turned around to me, wondering what's on my mind. "Hmm?" "Would your parents mind if I stayed at your house?" He thought for a moment."Well, my mother passed away a few years ago, and I'm sure Dad wouldn't mind at all. My brother, Mike, wouldn't mind as well. When he's gonna try and flirt with you, don't bother answering him. He'll just annoy you. The whole band plans on moving to London when we'll get famous one day. To be honest, I'm kinda excited because I wouldn't want to rot in this hell hole." He smirked at those last few words, and I let out a quiet giggle. I let go of Paul's hand, and we slowly walked up the driveway to his house. He didn't bother knocking, he just opened the door and stepped right inside. "Come on in, love. You go ahead to my room. I've got to go and talk to Dad that you'll be staying here for a while. My room's the first door on the right, if you're wondering. I'll be up in a few." "Okay, Paul. I'll be waiting."
As I was walking up the stairs, I noticed some pictures that were hung up on the walls. In one of them was Paul with another boy who was most likely Mike sitting on the grass, and beside them his Mother. They all had smiles on their faces, the boys playing around. Looking at the picture, I could tell that Paul had a happy childhood, except for the fact that his mother died. I could say that I went through the same thing. My mother didn't die, but my father did when I was six. I remember that he always cared for me and made sure that I had everything I could possibly have. But when he went to war, he never came back. If I had children, I wouldn't want them going through the same thing.
I found Paul's room. I looked at all his collectibles like tin men, car and airplane models, coins and all that. Above his bed was a picture, that most likely, he drew. In the picture was a boy. A boy sitting on a hill, in front of a sunset. Paul's footsteps interrupted my thinking and I abruptly turned around to him and gave him a warm smile. He returned the smile to me, putting his arms around my waist. "So I see you've found my room. Do you like it?" "Yep, I found it. And I love it. Especially that drawing above your bed. What does it mean?" "Hmm? What drawing?--oh, that one. Yeah, when I was fourteen, my mother passed, as you know. And I was depressed and bored, so I drew that drawing of me sitting on a hill by the sundown, waiting for Mother to possibly come back. It's one of my favorite drawings." When he finished that sentence, he went over to his bed, and started taking the frame off of the wall. "I'm glad to give it to you if you like it so much. I would actually want you to keep it." "Oh Paul, I can't possibly keep your picture that you drew in memory of your mother. I wouldn't forgive myself." He stepped closer to me and handed me the frame. "I want you to keep it. In case something happens between us, there will be something to remember me by. So please, take it." I sighed. I know that I would love to remember Paul no matter what happens between us, so I let myself keep it. I don't want to offend Paul by such a thing. "Oh, okay. I'll keep it, just for your sake." I gave him a warm smile and he hugged me. I layer my head in the crook of his neck, taking in his smell.
Oh how he smelled.
"I love you, Paul" I blurted.
"I love you, too, my dearest Anna. And I always will. No matter what." He gently kissed my neck, caressing my hair.

I can't believe I got over him. I wonder if he still thinks about me.