I Know What It's Like To Be Dead | Beatles Fanfiction

Chapter 30

As soon as I heard the woman's voice, I hung up the phone. Why? I panicked. I decided I'd call Paul later.
As it was Sunday, I decided to head out and take a walk in St. James Park, to clear my mind.
I put on my coat and scarf, grabbed my small bag and I was out the door. I only lived about 5 minutes away from St. James Park. As I was walking, I lit a cigarette.
I thought about what had happened in the last weeks. Paul, John and George were back in my life, with the lovely addition of Ringo. I was happy once again, I felt loved again, and it had been quite a while since the last time I had felt this happy.

As I walked around, passing bench after bench, after bench, I noticed a familiar figure sitting on one of them. They were crying with their face buried in the palms of their hands.
I recognized the sobbing.
I inhaled one last time and threw my cigarette on the ground before walking over to the bench and standing in front of the person with my hands in my pockets.
"Hannah?" I waited for her to raise her head and when she did she looked straight into my eyes. "Alex?" I smiled and sat down next to her. I opened my small bag and gave her my last tissue.
She accepted the tissue without saying anything and smiled at me, before drying her eyes and blowing her nose.

After a few moments of complete silence she spoke. "I'm sorry for never coming to the hospital. John told me everything back in Liverpool, but I was still too fed up to feel sorry for you." I looked at her and gave her a smile "Don't worry about it, Han. I would've done the same I reckon." I bumped my shoulder against hers and a smile appeared across her face before she took me into a big hug. "I missed my best mate, y'know" she mumbled as we were still hugging. I chuckled.

When we broke apart we sat in a comfortable silence again. She didn't ask me any questions, nor did I explain what had happened in those few years. We both knew it wasn't the right time for this conversation. My curiosity got the best of me after a few minutes and I spoke up again. "You left John to go to George, didn't you?" I asked without looking at her. Hannah cleared her throat "I did. There is nothing left between me and John. We were always arguing."
I looked at her now, my brows furrowed "But why were you crying then, if there's nothing left between you and John?" She sighed and shrugged "I feel guilty" she stated. "I feel like I've left him on his own now. That was the only thing keeping us together. He needed someone."

I nodded slowly. "I'm sure he'll be fine on his own though. He's busy recording with the boys and all that. He can manage." I left out the fact that he and I went out for dinner the night before and that he did seem more than fine. I didn't know whether it'd make her feel better or worse, so I didn't mention it. "So are you and George going to tell John then?" I inquired. Hannah nodded.
I didn't say anything and looked down at my feet.
Hannah nudged my arm with her elbow and flashed me a small smile. "So, how are things between you and Paul? Friends again?" I shrugged "Yeah, we're okay. He came over last night to apologize and well, I fell asleep with him on the couch." I couldn't suppress the grin that crept up on my face.
Hannah raised her eyebrow "He spent the night at your place?" I nodded "Yeah. He even fed Johnny before leaving." Hannah's brows furrowed "Johnny is my cat" I said with a chuckle.
"Oh, okay." Hannah replied with a smile.

I looked at her because I felt she had something to add. Eventually she spoke up "I don't want to sound mean Alex, but don't get your hopes up. There's this girl – Paul tells me they're not official yet but well – she has spent a few nights at his place already."
I looked at her and felt my heartbeat pick up speed. I clutched my bag with both hands and frowned. "I wasn't getting my hopes up" I said before looking up at Hannah again and giving her a fake smile. "I'm just – I'm happy that I and he get on again." Hannah nodded and grabbed my hand. "What's this girl's name then?" I mumbled. "Well, all I know about her is that her name's Rachel and that she works as a model." Hannah shrugged and then continued to talk about all the stuff that happened in the years we didn't see each other.

All I could think about was the fact that the woman on the telephone earlier this morning, was Paul's new girlfriend.