call.

Imagine knowing Paul McCartney for years. You two met in 1955, senior year of high school; You both instantly became best friends. People began to believe you two were a couple due to your closeness. He'd walk you to school, then he'd walk you back home after every day, even though he lived blocks away. He'd do anything for you, like you'd do anything for him.

1957 rolled around and Paul made a new friend. Sure, he had friends other than you in the previous two years, but something changed when Paul met John. Paul started missing walks and outings that the two of you had tradition of. When you'd spend time together, he'd talk about John and his band more than anything else. It was depressing. Your stomach churned every time you thought about losing him.

When Paul brought John to your house one day, you felt as if you were going to break down. Seeing John made everything all too real. John was a real person and he was taking paul. While John and Paul were staying at your house, they played music and sang songs for you. You'd smile and listen, yet you couldn't help but notice how they acted towards each other. They reminded you of how you and Paul use to act towards each other. It hurt you, but you refused to break while they were here.

When they left, Paul kissed your cheek and said he'd call you. You smiled and nodded after giving him a hug. John waved to you and you nodded back before closing the door and going to your bathroom to take a bath and try to calm down. You ended up crying, but you powered through it. You went to bed that night, calm, yet scared for the future.

Paul didn't call. You spent the next week practicing piano. Paul liked piano and maybe he'd listen to your songs and understand how you feel, since god knows you can't tell him straight forward. You finished a few songs and wanted to show paul. That night, you got dressed and walked to paul's house.

You rang the doorbell and waited until paul's little brother Michael answered the door.

"Y/N!" Michael screamed in joy as he jumped up to hug you. You smiled widely and hugged him back.

"Hi Mikey!" you say back with enthusiasm while hugging him. He pulls away while smiling. "Can you get paulie for me? i want to show him something."

Michael's facial expression softened and lower to a worried frown. "y-you.... you don't know?"

Your smile faded. "i don't know what?"

"He went to Hamburg... with john and stu and george..." Michael looked at you confused. "he didn't... he didn't tell you?"

You laugh in disbelief, but you stop laughing when Michael doesn't return a laugh "you're.... serious...?" you say in almost a whisper.

Michael nods as your eyes water. You nod slowly "O-okay" you say softly "Okay." you repeat "I uh... i have to go home" you say as you back up.

"Do you want to stay for tea? i can make you som-"

"No. no mike. thank you" You say quickly, interrupting him. as you walk away quickly, wiping your eyes furiously.

Years pass. You watch The Quarrymen become Johnny and The Moondogs, The Silver Beatles, and The Beatles through the media. You felt terrible seeing paul there without you, but the amount of pride you held for him consumed you. All you wanted to do was hug him and tell him how proud you were. But you couldn't.

In 1964 you watched him on the Ed Sullivan show. You cried out of pride, but also jealousy. And once the show ended, you and Michael hugged and cried together.

It was 1965, July, when your phone rang. You answered quickly, like you always do, thinking it's Paul. It was Michael. He was crying and you could hear his pain.

"P-paul..." he sobbed out.

Your heart snapped as tears formed "M-michael... what happened? Michael, breath it's okay what happened?"

"He's..." Michael sobbed again "he's coming home."

Tears fell from your eyes and you wiped them away as a small smile formed.

August hit and you left your house, met Michael, and got on the bus, heading to the cavern club. Michael ended up getting front row tickets for the both of you.

Later that day, the lights dimmed and the four boys came on stage as your head filled with screams from the millions of girls in the building. Your eyes land on Paul and nonvoluntary sobs escapes your mouth. You cover your mouth with your hands as your eyes are locked on Paul. Michael's hand rubs your back slowly, trying to comfort you. You let tears leak down your face, once again, but you don't wipe them away.

A few songs past before George Harrison goes to the mic.

"Ladies and gentlemen men," He repeats a few times until people quiet down "I'd like to introduce a new song written and sang by, my best friend, the one and only, Paul McCartney." Everyone cheers as George walks off stage while paul walks to the mic. A spotlight is put on him as he starts singing Yesterday.

"Suddenly I'm not half the man I used to be.
There's a shadow hanging over me.
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.
Why she had to go, I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday." he sang.

You listen closely to the lyrics, thinking back to the days when the two of you would sit on your bed and sing together as he strummed his guitar. Your eyes are locked on his, the color hard to see, but your memory makes up for it.

Unexpectedly, Paul looks down into the audience and your eyes meet. Paul's eyes soften and his singing stops for a brief moment, you can tell that the pause isn't supposed to be in the song. He catches himself quickly and finishes the song as tears continue to stream down your face. This time, you wipe them away.

The song ends and Paul's still staring into your eyes. John runs out and nudges Paul while whispering something to him then grabbing the mic. John talks to the crowd and paul breaks eye contact and jogs off stage with his box guitar.

The concert ends and you and Michael go to your house to have tea and watch a movie.

"That's completely unrealistic." Michael mumbles and laughs while pointing at the tv.

"Wizard of Oz is the most realistic movi-" Your sentence stops as the phone starts to ring. You smile lightly at Michael and jog to the phone as he continues to watch the movie.

You pick up the phone and hold it to your ear "Hello?" you speak. It's quiet for a moment before a familiar voice talks.

"I promised i'd call."