The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

All I've Got To Do (Chapter 7)

I look at Paul again as his eyes meet mine. Somehow, I know that being with him brings me happiness although we haven't spoken in ages. All the memories of him are rushing back at a speed I cannot handle, and looking at Paul right now under the moonlight causes me to get butterflies in my stomach. I don't know if I like it or not, but I do know its different than what I felt before for him.

"Carol, you do know that you look stunning right now, right?" Paul says, smiling at me as I feel my cheeks heat up. I feel the same way about him right now. I feel our eyes connect for a brief moment before I look at my knees awkwardly.

"T-Thank you, Paul." I say, looking away so he can't see my red face. I don't recall Paul drinking, so I assume everything he is saying is genuine.

"I just thought you should know." He says, moving closer to me as I stay still. His lips look so soft and inviting...

"You're very handsome." I say, our faces inches apart. I bite the inside of my cheek quickly, surprised by my own words.

"Why, tell me something I don't know." Paul says, putting his arm around me. I hear him chuckle softly as he looks at me.

"You do know there aren't any cameras, right Paul?" I say, shivering from his touch as I avert my gaze from him. I want to, but is it too soon? I know Paul said that we shouldn't catch any feelings.

It'll only complicate things.

"I'm well aware." Paul says, in a tone more solemn and tense. He looks at me with a serious shift in tension. I feel myself shiver in his presence.

I shift slightly in my seat in order to be more comfortable, and he smiles at me.

"I'm glad you're my wife to be." Paul laughs, and I look at him. He basically bribed me into doing so, but I don't mention it. The atmosphere is already so solemn...

"Does that mean we might have kids?" I laugh, teasing him as he pinches my cheek. He does so in a childish manner, and I feel myself softening slightly. Maybe life can be as simple as it was back then.

"There's enough McCartney to go around." He chuckles, resting his head on his elbow on the park bench, his eyes not leaving mine for a moment. I know what he wants, and I want it too, but I don't think now is the time.

I cough, and shift away. "Paul, I think we ought to go home now." I smile softly in a way that tells him some other time. He pouts a bit as he sits up straight again.

He notices my body warmth absent and nods slowly. His breath lingers on my ear as he speaks.

"Did I mention we're touring after our wedding? Roughly a day or two afterwards." Paul quickly changes the subject, not moving from his spot as I eye him.

"You know as well as I do you didn't." I laugh, causing Paul to smile in the dark.

"Am I able to see my mom before the big day? We've only got two days unil then, and I'd like to share the news. She's always liked you, you know." I mention my mother quickly before Paul tells me his busy schedule. She's most likely scared and confused right now.

He chuckles and stands up, and I begin to follow, but he raises his hand for me to stop. I sit down again as he speaks.

"My mother fancied you too." 

I look at Paul as I hear sadness in his voice and soften my expression. I remember Mary, she was so kind and helpful, and she adored Paul.

I know Paul adored her too.

"Think of it this way. Once we're married you'll have a mom again and I'll have a dad." I say, forcing a smile since I never knew my father before he left me and my mom. I mean, I can't miss someone that I hardly knew for too long.