Paul's POV
I heard the whooshing sound of the fist before it hit me in the nose. I winced as the fist punched me in the stomach, in the shoulder, in the arm, making my body vibrate with pain.
''Stop.'' I heard Maya plead and I heard a grunt, suddenly, George was there, shielding me from the person that had hit me.
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George's POV
He had come out of nowhere, I hadn't even noticed the girl, or Paul on top of her until the man had taken him off her and started hitting him. I stood in between them as the other man held the other one back.
''That's enough I believe.'' the voice called and I jumped when I recognized who it was, Jimmy, none other than Jimmy, Maya's friend. So, the girl had to be Maya... I turned towards her, she was watching Paul worriedly, crying silently but not taking a step closer as if she were doubting that we were there. Ringo and John were both behind me, placing Paul on the floor and wiping his bleeding nose.
''What was that for?'' I asked, furious.
''That was because he deserved it.'' answered a man I didn't know that was trying to pull free out of the other's grasp.
''Robert, was that you?'' Maya suddenly spoke up, surprised and sounding far away
''Yeah, who else?'' he snorted as Jimmy let him go and he rubbed some snow on his swollen knuckles.
''Why'd you do that for?'' I demanded again
''I told you, Mr Harrisson, because he fucking deserved it, and he deserved much more.'' he replied sarcastically as he wrapped an arm around Maya's shoulder, like an older brother would.
''George, if we don't take Paul home soon the blood's going to freeze on his face and it's going to hurt.'' Ringo announced, John and him had propped Paul up between them.
''How far is your hotel?'' asked Maya, her gaze flying from my face to Paul's behind me.
''John?'' I asked
''Erm... too many streets to remember.'' he smiled sheepishly
''I guess we're going to your house Maya.'' I told her and I saw her brighten up and then sadden again.
''Oh, come on.'' scoffed Robert.
''Give it up Rob.'' Jimmy told him in a neutral voice as he pushed him towards the gate.
''Do you need help with Paul?'' Maya asked shyly.
''No, it's okay Maya, just lead the way.'' Ringo told her and she gave him a grateful smile as she turned and walked slowly out of the park. I caught up with her and walked beside her, our arms brushing side by side in the narrow street.
''How've you been?'' I asked
''Does it matter?'' she responded coldly
''Yes.'' I chuckled, trying to ignore her hateful tone, but any attempt on making conversation was useless and I gave up.
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Ringo's POV
She was much sadder than I remembered her, she wouldn't talk much, she'd steal glances at us, to see if we were behind her and I'd try to smile but she'd just give a slight nod. My left arm started to ache from the strain of carrying half of Paul's weight. I coughed and shivered a little, the icy air burning my throat and I got distracted, looking at my shoes as I stepped on melted snow, almost crashing into George's back as we stopped in front of a wooden door.
''We're here.'' called the sarcastic blonde whose name I hadn't caught.
Maybe a little too late .
Maya opened the door and guided us inside, I didn't have time to take a look at my surroundings because the though of being inside a place with walls , a roof and a heater made me rush inside.
''Make yourselves at home, whatever.'' whispered Maya as she helped John take Paul to the bathroom.
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John's POV
She was exactly the same, the bright green eyes, the long brown flowy hair and the soft voice. Though, her face didn't have the same happiness and light it had two years back, and for a strange reason, I felt like it was our fault...
Maya and I helped Paul into the bathtub downstairs, he was whispering songs under his breath and the blood had coagulated on his face. I sighed at my best mate and I thought hard about something to tell Maya as she sat on the edge of the bathtub and opened the water while she took off Paul's shoes.
''Just go.'' she told me, her voice flat and emotionless.
''I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm glad to see you again.'' I told her as I kissed her cold forehead and closed the door behind me.
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Paul's POV
The cold made me drowsy, and my eyes kept opening and closing for a few seconds, missing things. The next thing I knew was that I was in a bathtub, hot water reaching up to my bare chest. Or I was in a really warm pond in the middle of nowhere. Bare? I'm naked? Looks like it, dearie.
''Paul?'' called a voice
''Yeah?'' I responded, surprised that my voice sounded so steady
''Are you alright?'' I tried remembering why the voice sounded so familiar. I opened my eyes, bright green eyes met mine and I couldn't help but smile. I looked down at my surroundings, I was submerged in a bathtub, Maya was sitting beside the edge, watching me worriedly. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she examined my face. My gaze trailed from her face down to her neck, her collarbones, her brown knit sweater and then up again. She was pale and she looked tired, and sad, really sad.
''I'm sorry about Robert.'' she told me, her expression suddenly guarded
''It's alright.'' I told her. ''I'm sorry too.'' She didn't say anything and she looked like she was trying hard not to cry. I pressed my wet hand on her cold cheek and she flinched, though she didn't pull away.
''Maya. Your dad's home and I don't think I know enough French to explain to him pourquoi the Beatles are here.'' interrupted Jimmy and I groaned as she pulled away from my touch and she left, leaving me in the bathtub without nowhere to go.
''Paul?'' I heard George say as he knocked on the door and then opened it.
''Hey Georgie.'' I smiled at him and he looked grim.
''Do I look that bad?'' I asked again
''Well, apart from a crooked nose, I believe you're fine.''
''My nose? MY NOSE? MY NOSE IS CROOKED?'' I exclaimed as I touched it, stroking the perfect curved structure.
''Sod off George, you know I hate it when you say things like that.''
''It's good that you're sounding like your old self again. Here's some clothes.'' he told me, stifling back a laugh and placing a set of clothes on the sink.
''Oh and by the way, try to brush up some French to talk to Maya's father.You know how you're the most sociable of us all.'' he added, winking and slamming the door behind him.
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CRAPPY, BORING CHAPTER, I KNOW and I'm sorry :c
I'm trying hard to write interesting stuff but I have a bad case of writer's block...
