If I Fell...

Dont Leave Me...

Chapter 12

Later that evening Paul and I were at his house relaxing, listening to some songs on his record player.

"May I have this dance?" Paul inquired in a gentleman like voice as he stuck his hand in front of my face.

I couldn't help but let the crimson run to my cheeks, as did he though.

"You may, Mr. McCartney."

I laid my head on his chest and he laid his head on mine. His hands rested on my lower back while mine were on his neck.

"Gosh, I love you..." He whispered in my ear as he twirled a strand of my curly hair in his finger.

"I want to grow old with you, and be the one you die with, I want to have children with you, be your husband for the rest of your life. Is that to much to ask?"

He dipped me after he finished his question, causing both of us to fall on the ground one on top of the other.

I bursted into a fit of giggles trying to manage to grasp any breath I could.

"Will you promise me that?"

"Yes. I will."

With that he slipped a little ring on my pinky finger.

All I did was smile and give the boy a big kiss. This time he kissed me back.

We got back up and danced for hours upon hours until I finally looked into those little puppy dog eyes of his and asked him if we could sleep.

"Mhm..."

He picked me up and laid me comfortably on his bed, then slid in next to me.

"I love you, dear." He whispered in my ears sending chills through my body.

"I love you too..."

With that I drifted off into a deep sleep.

When my eyes fluttered open I saw a figures lying next to me playing with my hair.

"Good Morning, dear."

I just nodded but didn't respond. He kissed my cheek in attempt to try to fully wake me up.

"I wanna leave this small town..." I muttered still half asleep.

Paul looked puzzled as his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes lost their twinkle.

"Liverpool isn't meant for me...us..." I whispered at the boy.

His hand just continued to stroke my face.

"You want to leave Liverpool?"

I nodded. I hated Liverpool ever since we first moved here for my 8th grade year. I wanted to live in America.

"I'm leaving this place as soon as I can." I muttered

I guess me still being in my groggy state didn't realize I was telling my boyfriend I was leaving this place in a year. He looked a little frightened.

"Don't leave me..."

(A/N)

Sorry for the short chapter