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Maharishi Harrison's meditation camp is very exclusive - and attracts an interesting assortment of people, such as millionaire John Lennon, and Paul McCartney, the singer in the local Liverpool band. But when John has to drop the expensive suits and spend time with the peasants, he realizes that the leather-clad bassist has more to him than meets the eye. [McLennon slash, AU.]

Basically, a mclennon version of the movie, Beauty and the Beast. You're welcome. The drawing on the cover is not mine. I'd give credit, but I don't know who originally made it.

John didn't move for a good minute or two. Then he set down his guitar and stood up. He walked over and sat down on the edge of Paul's bed and cupped the younger boy's face in his hands. "Paulie, listen to me. I'm in love with you. You. You, and no one else. I will never love someone the way I love you. Nor will I love someone to such intensity. I love you. I love you. I love you." Paul smiled. Because it was exactly what he needed to hear to put his brain at ease. "I know....I love you, too."

Paul never thought he could ever fall in love with another man, let alone his best friend. John on the other hand, couldn't believe it when he realized his feelings for a certain doe-eyed boy. Though, secret relationships are hard, and sometimes the wrong people find out. Sometimes, a partner might be disloyal. A relationship like this could change the world. **note,, this is so old. Like four years old. It's trash in my eyes and I don't even have the will to revise it. Enjoy at your own risk, but I'm publishing much better fanfiction with 4 more years of experience under my belt on ao3 under the same jlawad name.