Now and Then *Discontinued*

Chapter Three

Thanks for the support on the first two chapters. What should my update schedule be?

Anyways, there's gonna be some hot tea in this so get some popcorn and enjoy the ride!
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The rest of the day took what felt like forever.

Paul barely talked since he didn't want to say something wrong and raise any suspicion. He also found everything incredibly boring since he could barely remember the recording sessions of 'with the Beatles', aka their next studio album.

Thank god they weren't recording or writing anything that day. He only had faint memories of the album's songs, besides the popular ones like 'All my loving' or 'Roll over Beethoven'.

Paul hadn't noticed, but John was staring at him from across the room. His expression was unreadable. Maybe he was just making sure that Paul was ok? Or maybe he had other reasons? It was difficult to tell.

Paul was getting used to seeing George and John, but Brian was a different ballgame since, y'know. he hadn't seen Brian in 60 years! Paul had missed him dearly. He felt like his death was his fault, even if it wasn't.

He hadn't been able to hold conversations with him, he couldn't look him in the eye and he couldn't even be completely comfortable with him in the same room!

It was also difficult talking to George Martin as well. He had passed away fairly recently so the wound was still open.

He remembered the day he passed away.  He went straight to Giles to make sure he was ok. It was difficult at first. He had been in his life for so long and it was great to see him again.

As soon as the meeting was over, Paul got up and went to where the note said to go to. It was only 6:30 so he had a few more hours to wait.

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11:07 pm, Hyde Park.

After walking around the park for what felt like forever (but in reality was only five hours), Paul's watch finally struck 11:07.

He looked around, only to find that the park was completely empty besides him and the mosquitoes that flew around his head.

As he stood there confused, a chill ran down his spine. His teeth felt like he had just bitten some ice cream. He started tremble.

"Hello?" He called out.

No response.

He called out again.

This time, someone answered back.

"Sorry I'm late, Paulie, traffic was terrible" a voice called out behind him.

He jumped and spun around.

There stood a man, a few inches taller than him, who looked vaguely familiar.

Before he knew it, the strange man vanished, leaving only a note to in its place.

The note read as follows-

'Thank you my dear friend for coming to meet me. I have much to explain so this note will be much longer than the others. I will not be giving you my real name as it would ruin the surprise, but for now, you can call me... Win... that's a terrible name but I can't think of anything else. Call me that until further notice.

Either way, I'm here to make sure you didn't make the same mistakes you did the first time around. Save Eppy, stop John from saying that the Beatles are bigger than Jesus, keep tensions low, give George and Ringo more songs, keep the Beatles going a few years longer.

Most importantly, save John, from not only the bastard that killed him, but from falling in love with the wrong people. Hold him dear. He needs it y'know.

Meet me every Sunday here at 11:07. I'll give you updates to the plan.

P.s if you want to ask me questions, write a letter and send it to the address below.

Regards, Win'

Paul spent the next ten minutes reading the letter over, and over, and over again.

'Ok... this is really fucking weird'

Not only did this 'Win' guy bring him 57 years into the past, he expects Paul to do what he says!

He expects right.

Paul was willing to do anything to change everything for the better.

For the past 40 years, Paul had been thinking about how if he got the chance, what would he change? He would change pretty much exactly what the note said.

He walked home with a smile on his face and plan.

He was going to change everything and save his friends.

He walked into his house at 12:57.

"Where were you for the past seven hours!? We've all been worried sick!" John screamed at him.

George and Ringo were standing behind him with their arms crossed like parents.

"I was at the Hyde park! You don't need to mother me all the time!" Paul shot back.

"Yes we do!" George screamed back at him.

"Yeah, we do! You've been acting weird since this morning! What's going on?!" Ringo added.

"It's nothing you need to worry about. I'm not a child. I can handle everything myself" Paul said calmly as he walked up to his room.

He had been planning what to do all the way home, but he hadn't taken into account on how people would start to realize how weird he'll be acting.

He remembered that he wasn't a vegetarian at this point in time, and he hadn't quit smoking yet either. Not to mention that he was still together with Jane Asher!

This new reality was gonna take a lot out of him, but Paul was ready to make the sacrifices.

As Paul got ready for bed, John, George and Ringo were downstairs talking about what they should do about Paul.

"Maybe we should just leave him be for a while? Maybe he'll come to us?" Ringo asked.

"Have you ever met the guy! He's as stubborn as a rock! We'll go talk to him again in the morning, see if we can get and information out of him." George replied.

"It doesn't matter right now! Let's just go to bed. We have shit to do tomorrow and it's already one in the morning!" John said in a loud whisper before going up to stairs for bed.

Tomorrow would be a very interesting night...
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This one took a while to write. Sorry! Hope you enjoyed!
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