Carry On (A Beatles Fanfiction)

Chapter Forty Six

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Chapter Forty Six:

"Wait, oh yes wait a minute mister postman

Wait, wait mister postman

Mister postman look and see

Is there a letter in your bag for me

I been waiting a long, long time

Since I heard from that girl of mine

There must be some word today

From my girlfriend so far away

Please Mister postman look and see

If there's a letter, a letter for me

I been standing here waiting Mister postman

So patiently

For just a card or just a letter

Saying she's returning home to me

Mister postman look and see

Is there a letter in your bag for me

I been waiting a long, long time

Since I heard from that girl of mine

So many days you passed me by

See the tear standing in my eye

You didn't stop to make me feel better

By leaving me a card or a letter

So Mister postman look and see

Is there a letter in your bag for me

I been waiting a long, long time

Since I heard from that girlfriend of mine

You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute

You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute

You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute

You gotta check it and see, one more time for me

You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute

You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute

You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute

Deliver the letter, the sooner the better

You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute

You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute

You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute..." I danced and clapped along to their song from With The Beatles, which had been released back in November of 1963. I felt better, just being swept up in the music. It was a lovely show, I was front row center as I had been in America. They did old songs and new ones, it was a great distraction. That being said, all I could think of through the entire show was Paul. Like I said, I was getting scared and I didn't know when I would be leaving or what would be waiting for me upon returning to 2015. But it also meant whatever I had going with Paul had to end. It just had to, it was kinder. I didn't want to do it earlier because of the show, but I knew it had to be sooner than later. The spell I'd had back there in the hallway was the worst one yet. If John hadn't shown up, I'm pretty sure I would've ended up home in that moment. After the concert, as per the norm, we all ran to the waiting car and took off.

"Hey, that was pretty great." I smiled at them all.

"Well of course, it's us." George teased.

"Well how modest." I chuckled back.