Now and Then *Discontinued*

Chapter One

Welcome to the new book! Hope you guys will enjoy! Comments and votes are appreciated. Constructive criticism is NEEDED so please tell me what to fix or what to keep! Thanks!
(P.s Covid-19 doesn't exist in this since it would kinda ruin some parts as the first part of this takes place in 2020)
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"Now and then, I miss you"

Paul McCartney was looking out the window on the way back to his house after a pretty draining concert.

The fans were great as usual, but the songs he decided to play took a toll on him.

It was stupid to choose these particular songs, but the fans absolutely loved them and since it was soon to be John's 80th birthday, he wanted to honour him (even though he honoured him everyday in private).

Here Today, imagine and beautiful boy were all songs that he decided to play, but could barely get through without crying. It didn't help that right after the concert, one of his fans caught up to him and asked him about another one of John's songs. Now and Then.

That's one song that Paul definitely could not get through without crying.

Yoko had called him up one night In 1994 (or 1995. Who can remember dates amirite) and told him that she had found two demo songs from John with 'For Paul' written on them. 'Now and Then' and 'Grow old with me'. (A/N two songs that I can barely get through without crying)

Paul always wondered why John had specified those two songs as 'For Paul'.

Maybe he just wanted Paul to see them and never got a chance? Maybe they were songs he wanted to give away? He would never know...

As Paul's limo pulled up to his house and he walked inside, he could sense that something was wrong.
He could feel the hair on the back of his neck, standing up. Everything felt eerie.

He walked throughout the house, making sure everything was okay and that someone wasn't inside the house.

He stopped in front of his bedroom door.

He found what looked to be a vintage record player from the 60s and what seemed to be an original Beatles album 'Please Please Me'.

As he looked closer, he found a small note attached to the front that read as followed.

"Hello Macca. I know for a fact that you have many regrets about the past. Give the record a spin and see what happens. Please, please fix everything.

-No one important"

He was confused at why they had used his old nickname but chuckled at the obvious pun and decided that giving the record a listen wouldn't hurt.

He was also confused about what they meant by "fix everything" but at this point in the day, he was too tired to really care.

He listened to the first few songs and decided to finally go to bed.

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He woke up in a cold sweat.

Everything felt... wrong.

He still hadn't opened his eyes, but he could tell that something was different.

The pillow was flatter than he remembered and the blankets were scratchy and thin.

He also noticed that he could move around easier. His hips weren't sore, his arms weren't stiff. Hell, he felt much stronger!

After debating whether opening his eyes was a good idea, he finally decided to open them.

The room was very different to the room he fell asleep in.

The wallpaper was an ugly, yet familiar floral pattern and the drawers reminded him of one of his old homes.

He looked to his left, where his alarm clock would normally be. It was an old-style one, not the digital one that he was pretty sure he had when he fell asleep.

Even the room smelt different. He couldn't put his finger on it, but it kind of smelt like... home?

He looked back at the clock and saw that it was almost noon.

He scrambled to get out of bed. He never slept in this late! What was going on?

He froze when he heard sounds outside his door. He was sure that no one was home when he fell asleep. Nancy was at her mum's house for the week and his kids weren't supposed to visit for a few months. Maybe the person who left the album and record player was still in the house? But then again, the room was all different so he had no clue where he actually was.

He put his ear to the door and listened for anymore sounds.

"I wonder why princess Paulie is still sleeping?"

"Dunno Lennon, maybe he's havin' a wank!"

The two voices belted our laughing over the implication of the pristine princess Paulie having a wank.

'Lennon? Is Julian or Sean here? Why would he call me a princess? And why would the other man imply that me, a 78 year old man, would be jerking off?'

Paul opened the door and almost passed out.

There stood John Lennon and George Harrison.

"The princess is awake! Eppy wants to start recording soon so get ready." John said with his famous Lennon smirk.

'Eppy. Haven't seen him in such a long time. I must be in heaven... probably hell.'

"Am I dead?" Paul asked, with complete seriousness in his voice (since he truly thought he was dead)

Both John and George looked at him like he had two heads.

Paul couldn't take this anymore. Why did god decide to play such a cruel prank on him?

He started to get dizzy and before he could do anything, he blacked out.

He awoke to Ringo standing above him.

"You alright son?" He asked, concerned. He was the mom friend, or at least compared to John and George, he was the mom friend.

"You look so young!" Paul said in amazement, reaching up to touch his face. He hadn't seen Ringo in a few weeks but Paul was pretty sure that he didn't look this young.

"Speak for yourself, baby face." Ringo joked.

Ringo helped Paul up and made sure that he wasn't dizzy.

After Paul made sure he wasn't going to pass out again, he went downstairs only to find that John and George were still there.

Fuck. This wasn't a dream...

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A/N
Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Yes, I know it's another time travel fic, but I just couldn't help myself!

Anyways, I'm gonna try and post once a week but if I don't, I give you permission to kill me.

-1096 words-

Peace and love, Andrew ✌️☮️❤️🥦🤠