Three Of Hearts, Paul McCartney/Cynthia Lennon, Beatles Fan Fiction

Untitled Part 2

Winter 1962

Paul impatiently knocked on the door of Cynthia's flat. "It's me, Cynthia, open up the door." He listened to the sound of the chain and deadbolt quickly being unlocked.

"What's wrong?" Cynthia opened the door. 

Paul didn't greet Cynthia with a smile and a kiss. He walked by her and stepped into the front room.

Cynthia closed and locked the door.

"We need to talk."

Cynthia leaned against the door.

Paul placed a hand into his coat pocket and clutched the ring box. Paul sat down on the sofa. "Come sit with me, please."

Cynthia joined Paul on the sofa.

"It's been a good four years. You've supported me, Cynthia through all the ups and downs."

"Paul, I'll always support you." Cynthia placed her hand onto his knee.

Paul jumped up from the sofa. He nervously paced the length of Cynthia's front room. "You've been my biggest supporter." Paul stopped pacing. "Most girlfriend's would've encouraged me to get a real job."

Cynthia smiled, her eyes slightly watery. "You're a musician and a songwriter, love."

Paul rejoined her on the sofa. "The move to London is right around the corner. You'll be here in Liverpool, but it doesn't have to be that way."

"You don't have to worry about hurting me, Paul. I understand that you can't stay in Liverpool. You're here to break it off."

"That's not what I want to do." He pulled the ring box from his coat pocket and opened it. "I want to marry you."

"Paul," Cynthia wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Don't cry, love."

"I can't marry you."

"You don't want to marry me?" Paul felt his heart sink.

"You'll go off to London and meet a fantastic girl."

Paul shook his head. "I've already found her."

"I can't do this to you."

"You've met someone else?" He closed the ring box and shoved it into his coat pocket.

"No, I haven't met anyone else, Paul."

Paul stood up. "You just don't want to marry me."

Cynthia looked down at her lap.

Paul walked out of the front room, and showed himself out of Cynthia's flat. Paul slowly staggered down the flight of stairs. He didn't stop walking when he heard the sound of a door being thrown open.

"Paul," Cynthia shouted.

Paul continued down the stairs. He was too embarrassed to face her.

Cynthia continued. "Please, stop."

Paul stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned to face her.

"Yes!" She cried out.

Paul smiled. "Yes?"

"Yes, I'll marry you, Paul."

Paul ran up the flight of stairs. Cynthia pulled him into a passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted Cynthia off her feet, and briefly spun her around.

"Paul," Cynthia laughed.

Paul set her down onto her feet and let her go. He pulled out the ring box, opened it, placed the ring onto her finger, and made their engagement official.