How Could I? //// THE BEATLES STORY

The End

"Paul..."

I woke to a harsh light.
"Oh thank god."
I felt someone prop me up and hug me tightly.
"Meadow..."
The familiar sense of Paul washed over me and I snapped awake, desperate for Paul.

"Paul?"
He just kept on hugging me, his soft brown hair tickling my chin.
We were on the studio floor and the boys surrounded me.
It was just us five.
"Hi Johnny."

John's eyes welled up and he sniffed.

"Hey."

"Hi Georgie."
He nodded and took my hand, wringing it and bowing his head so I couldn't see his tears.

"Starkers."
I nodded in Ringo's direction.
He was shaking and he smiled with those big ol' eyes twinkling.

I was with them at last.

——
We left the studio and gabbled like geese to their studio in a long limo.

"God, Meadow, I swear we were bumbling wrecks, at least one of us was crying every night and that would always be Paul."
John sung to no one in particular.

I squeezed Paul's hand and gave him a re-assuring smile. But he didn't smile back.
"Paul?"

"Meadow."
He turned toward me and breathed deeply.
"Why did you leave in the first place? Were we not good enough?"

My heart sunk and I felt old tears well.

"Oi! Macca!"

He glared at John and then shot daggers at me.
My stomach twisted.
"I-i thought you could travel without me. I wasn't needed."

Paul jumped almost to attention and grabbed me by the shoulders, looking deep into my eyes.
"Meadow! I need you!"
He said it so honestly and nicely that tears flew down my face.

"Hey now..."
He wiped a tear away and I sniffled.
"I'm sorry."
He shook his head and I kissed him softly.

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I opened the balcony door and laughed as George sat in the freezing morning air, smoking.

"Deja Vu?"
He looked at me, and then looked back at the city without smiling.

I sighed.
I had to tie up all loose ends before continuing my life here.

"What did I do George?"
I sat down next to him, freezing my arse off, and promptly took his fag to my lips.
He shrugged, looking dazed.

"I loved you Meadow. But you had to choose Paul."

Shock.
That was the word.
He had liked me? After all this time? After I had never ever given George romantic recognition.
How could he?

♪ P A U L - P O V♪

I wasn't surprised as I watched my goddess and my best mate converse.

He loved her.
Too bad.
I thought poisonously and shook my head of the horrid nightmare.

She was cool and calm as always.

She tapped out her cigarette.
" You hate me then."
He looked deep into her soul.
" I Do. And I Don't."

I nodded.
He was right to think that. He sighed and got up as I quickly moved from the window.

♪ M E A D O W - P O V♪

I walked into the room and saw my god in all his glory, hugging him tightly from behind, I ripped a piece of toast from him and munched as he pouted in protest.
All was well with George. He had lost his feelings for me and had a girl who loved him.

Just as I went to talk to Paul, the door swung open and John entered, his arm slung around...

Yoko Ono.

I smiled.
I approached her and she peaked out from behind her curtains.
"Meadow, this is-"

"Yoko Ono. I know. Boy, we haven't heard the end of you around here!"

I smiled too thinly and hugged Yoko away from John.
"Hi, I'm Meadow and I'm Paul's girl."
She smiled slightly, and in her soft voice, she almost whispered:

"Meadow. What a beautiful name. And what a beautiful girl. Let us be friends."

I smiled softly and went to hold Paul.
Feeling his hand on my waist, the steady beat of my heart, the pure joy I felt as I looked at the loved ones around the room, I knew then that;

This was the start of the beginning.

———

AND IN THE END.

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