𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘐𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 | PAUL MCCARTNEY

|tomorrow may rain so i'll follow the sun|

october eighth

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later that night

he was gone.

he didn't even say goodbye. i thought i meant more to him than that, but, apparently i didn't. was i not enough for him to want to say goodbye to me?

did he want to remain a mystery? did he feel as if he would get too emotional or nervous to say goodbye? probably not.

i reached for my phone and felt emptiness. i looked at my alarm clock and saw that it was only five minutes later, although it felt like five hours. i shot up out of bed and ran downstairs.

he was standing at the counter, eating ice cream. i felt a rush of relief wash over me.

"oh, paul, i thought you left me!" i ran up to him and smiled sadly.

"without saying goodbye? never!"

i grinned and took a spoon from the drawer. i dug into the near empty container. it was birthday cake, my favorite.

"y'know," he started. "surprisingly, i don't even want to leave!"

"you have band mates depending on you, though! and, i don't even know if time freezes in your time or if you've been gone all along!" i frantically got out.

"well-"

"what if someone finds out? what if i get in trouble?"

"bea, calm down!" he sounded as if he was my mother scolding me, and it felt like it. "everything will be fine!"

i drew a heavy sigh and nodded, the weight and guilt of having a beatle in my home in my throat. i trapped him here. i wanted him to go home, i did, but, i also wanted him to stay with me forever.

i looked at him once again, slowly beginning to realize he couldn't stay here for much longer. it had already been a couple of days. what part of the past was i changing?

"we just need to figure something out..." i said quietly. i looked down at the counter and fiddled with the torn skin i picked away from the edges of my fingernail bed. "what was the last thing you remember before waking up?" i asked him.

"erm... we went to the studio and recorded one of our newer songs, and then we went out to the ad lib club with mick, cilla and the ronnetes," he quickly informed me. "then i crashed back at george and ringo's. that's all i remember."

"well, maybe... maybe there's more to it than that," i said, voice full of hope.

"what did you do before seeing me?"

and so, i was painfully reminded of that night. i drank, smoked, got high. everything i could to forget the pain. it worked, too. i forgot about it until he asked me.

"we both got drunk," i said to him. he tilted his head in confusion. "that's all i know so far."

"you... got drunk, too?" paul asked with knitted brows. i nodded, frowning. "maybe if we get drunk again-"

i shook my head back and forth before he could get any farther. "that's not gonna happen."

"it may be the only way for me to get back home!" he argued. "c'mon, do it for me... besides, we'll have lots of fun doing it!"

i sat back on the counter and thought; would it be so bad to get drunk with paul tomorrow night to possibly get him home? my parents would be out, and i had full access to their vodka and booze.

"fine."

hey everyone! i'm very sorry for such a short chapter but i'm trying to get the chapters out quickly. the next chapter (also the last) will be probably the longest and most intricate of them all. this is sort of a filler chapter until the last. hope you enjoyed!