Baby, It's You. (Paul McCartney fanfiction)

Chapter 1: "Who Is She?"

December 22nd, 1962

'Evie! Evie! Wake up!'

I heard my mother say right before I peek my eyes open to see the cracks of sunlight shining through my window.
It was a beautiful day especially since we never get to enjoy much sunlight here in Kent.
I remembered today was the day we had to do some last-minute Christmas shopping since both my mother and I have been extremely busy.
It was my first night back since I moved out with my boyfriend Wells about a year ago.
Mum was hurt by the fact that I was only 18 and already leaving home but Wells and I have been dating for four years now and I can say things are getting rather serious.

I waltz downstairs to see my mother dressed and ready to go, her eyes looking at me with fondness of the familiar image of me on those stairs.
I sigh, knowing that she will never fully see me as the adult I am slowly but surely becoming.

After two hours of local shopping we find the perfect gifts for my older brother Eliot and my little sister Tara, but most importantly I find the perfect gift for Wells.
A beautiful gold cigarette case that will be engraved with a sweet note that will read

" My dear boy, I couldn't love you any more than I do today, tomorrow, and forever.

Yours always, Evie "

I can't wait to pick it from the jeweler so I could wrap it.
But in the meantime, I'll stay patient.
I know he'll love it.

The next morning I wake up early to drive back home which is about 30 minutes into the further end of the countryside.
Even though we will be spending Christmas Day at my mother's house I am happy to be home for the couple of days I have until then.
I rummage through my purse to find my keys, I usually knock but it's only 5 a.m. and I'm sure Wells is still asleep and I don't want to wake him.
I quietly unlock the door and enter the nice warm living room, a contrast to the freezing temperatures of December in England.

I hang my overcoat and slip off the penny loafers I had been wearing for too long.
I still feel rather tired so I decide to rest before I fully get up for the day.
I climb into bed where I find Wells curled up and snoring.
I wrap my body around him and kiss the back of his neck.
He rolls over and slightly opens his dreamy blue eyes

'Baby, your home. I didn't hear you come in"

'I used my key, go back to sleep'

'Not with you back home'
he says before pulling me in and crushing our lips together.

Wells is an interesting man because of how ordinary he really is.
He's two years older than I am, which makes him 21 and he is your typical blue-eyed, blonde-haired football player jock kind of guy.
He was a popular boy in school who every girl wanted a chance with, but I was the lucky one.
We never had too much in common since he has always been more interested in sports and work while I'm mainly interested in music and art, but we had a good relationship regardless.

We fall asleep and hours pass by until I wake up and realize it's 2 in the afternoon.
Wells has already left for work so I wake up all alone.
My hair is a mess and I realize I need to shower.
I pull the blankets off of me and get up but feel something hit my foot
'What is that?'
I throw the covers to the other side of the bed so I can get a better view.
It's pink with white lace... A bra?
That isn't mine.
Who's is it?
I pick it up to see if I hadn't been mistaken.
My heart drops when I realized that it definitely isn't mine.
How could he?
Would he?
Did he?
So many confused questions running through my head.
What do I do? What do I say? Do I pretend I didn't find it?
The same questions of how I will face him later pace through my head for what seems like forever until he finally walks through the door.

"Hello baby, have a good rest?"

He pauses noticing something isn't right.

Of course the look on my face must make it obvious.
He sits down next to me and holds my hand but I quickly pull it away

"Okay, what did I do?'"

He says with a slight chuckle

"More like who did you do"

I say with a sternness in my voice.

I can see his heart drop and his face turn a pale color which already indicates to me that he knows I know something.
But he's trying to play it cool

"Oh honestly Evie, what is that supposed to mean?"

I go into the bedroom without saying a word and he follows.

'This. . .
This is what I mean.
It isn't mine. Who does it belong to Wells?'

His eyes widen as he sees the lacy bra.
The look on his face indicates a previous memory connected with it.

"Evie. . . I - well, I . . . I can explain.
It isn't what you think it is."

"Then what is it? Tell me the truth! What is this doing in my house?"

He fails to answer and stares at me without explanation.
Suddenly the telephone rings and I angrily dash over to answer it

"Hello?"

"Hello, Wells? Are you there?"

On the other end,  the sweetest feminine voice which I know is unfamiliar to me 

"This is his girlfriend, who is thi-"

Then suddenly the phone hangs up.
That was it. I felt like such a fool.
Who knows what he does while I'm away or at work?  I can't believe it, four years down the drain. I don't know whether to cry or scream in rage. I dash to my bedroom and start packing my things, I can't stand to be in this house any longer, I need to get away.

Wells follows me into the room and tries to stop me by telling me what I'm doing is irrational and all we need to sit down and talk so he can explain.

"Explain what? That you're having sex with a girl who is calling my house?
Or is that one of the many girls you've been sleeping with?
And to think I was saving myself all this time for you.
Here, I think she wants this back"

I say throwing the bra at his chest.

"Believe me, it only happened twice"

He desperately says while trying to get me to stay by pulling my arm but I fight to let it lose and slam the door on my way out.
I jump into my car and speed off without letting it warm up first.
In my review mirror I can see him standing at our doorway, the image of him getting smaller and smaller as I drive further away.
I am sobbing and cursing at the top of my lungs.
I put the radio on to distract me and "If You Should Lose Me" is playing.
It makes me feel empowered but sad because the song means something different now.
Nevertheless, it's still a favorite and I sing it at the top of my lungs while tears are streaming down my face.
I try to compose myself, I can't go back home, I don't want to ruin mums Christmas with this news, especially since she loves Wells and she has been cheated on before with dad, who ultimately ended up leaving her for the other woman forcing her to raise us as a single mother, so ill telephone my best friend Cynthia to see if I can stay at her place.

Authors note: Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
I am not very good at writing but I am trying!
I will add more so thank you for reading.
Also, some things may or may not be accurate to comes it to years & dates.
Thank you again! ♥

(The picture is a what I imagine Evie to look like)

(Also, it gets better!)