Disclaimer: No, I don't own the Beatles. I'm not that rich. I only own Eloise and her family.
"Okay so you don't know me, I'm sure as hell don't know you," I said, making the last bit a lie. "So I guess we might as well get this twenty questions thing going then, huh?"
"I suppose if you put it that way," Paul said.
"Alrighty then, you first," I said.
"Nope ladies first," he said.
"Are you sure?" I asked warily.
"I insist," he replied. "I do want to know more about you and I'm pretty sure you want to know more about me too."
"God damnit," I said. "Alright then, ask away."
"What's your favorite color?" he asked.
"Is it wrong to say that I like red, black and purple," I said.
"I don't think there isn't anything wrong with that."
"Okay so how long have you been living in London?" I asked.
"I grew up in Liverpool with me parents, I do have a younger brother, until my mum died when I was fifteen," he replied.
"I'm so sorry and here I was talking about how I didn't want my mom to get married," I said, feeling guilty immediately.
"It's okay you didn't know," he said.
Oh if he only knew.
"If you don't mind if I ask this, what did your mom died from?"
"She had a brain tumor," he said, sadly.
I offered him a sad smile and once again offered my condolences. When he did ask about my parents situation, I'll admit I was a little hesitant about telling him seeing as he told me about what happened with his mom.
"Well, my parents were married for almost twenty two years until they got divorced two years ago," I said.
"I'm sorry to hear that," he said.
I shrugged. "It was nothing I mean it did affect me and my sister bad as in any divorce case would but it's something I don't talk about no offence," I said.
"Did you know why they got a divorce?" he asked.
"They said it was because they fell out of love I don't know I felt at the time there was something more but I never really got into investigating it," I said.
"Why do you sound like you don't believe it?"
"I don't know. I mean I know they met while they were in high school; got married when they finished up college and had Lily and me," I replied. "One minute everything was fine and the next I was getting a sit down talk with my sister about their divorce."
I looked up and saw Paul staring at me a bit too intently. "But enough of my sad sob story, how did you get in guitar?" I asked, immediately changing the subject.
I could tell that it surprised him but he managed to tell me how he got started. We went from talking about our families to our lives basically. He told me stories on how he met up with John, Ringo and George while I told some of my stories back home.
I got up to fill up my mug again when I saw a few pieces of paper and I saw that they looked like lyrics to a song.
"Were you writing something?" I asked.
Paul looked up and came closer to examine what I was holding. "Yeah it was something I started for awhile and we did record it," he replied.
"So you just called this song, 'and I love her'?"
"Yeah it just sort of came up," he said sheepishly.
"Who's the lucky girl?" I asked.
"No one you know," he replied.
I don't know why but I felt sadness and a ting of jealousy going through my body.
"I bet she's lucky," I said.
"She doesn't know it's about her, I mean I would want it to be," he said.
"So you got yourself a girlfriend?"
"No it's just this girl that I met," he said.
"Can you tell me more about her?" I asked.
"There isn't much to tell," he replied. "I met her awhile back and I don't know there's something about her that I like."
"Have you told the guys about her?" I asked.
"Nah, they wouldn't understand. John mostly like will understand since he's married," he said.
"Do you want me to talk to her and get some sense into her head?" I asked.
He chuckled lightly before turning towards me. "I think I'll be fine but I'll ask if anything," he replied.
"Okay if you say so," I said.
I fought the urge to yawn but it didn't quite work out.
"We don't have to do anything tomorrow, do we? Or do you as of matter of fact," I asked.
"There's rehearsal but that's not until late noon but we're going to be at Abbey Records," he replied.
"I see," I said.
"I wish you could come so that way we would have some company," he said.
"It's no big deal," I said. "Maybe I might do some sightseeing or something."
"Are you sure?"
"I'll be fine, I don't think anyone would notice me from a different time period," I said.
"Can I ask you something about that but don't get offended or anything," Paul said.
"Sure," I replied.
"Do you think you'll be able to go back home after all of this?" he asked.
I stared at him long and hard. I didn't know what would happen if I did go back home. Would time be the same of would I somehow alternate time that I didn't know about when I did go home? I think the main problem was how to get home.
"In all honesty, I'm not sure because how can I get back home and if we do help someone, how would we explain to someone about my situation? We would get thrown in a nut house for sure," I said.
"You're right but in the meantime, why don't we enjoy the time that you have here now," he said.
"I suppose we could do that," I said, smirking.
By the time we were chatting up a storm again before I felt my eyes drooping. I wanted to stay up a little longer but Paul wanted to get some sleep to and I don't blame him.
"You know for that concert at the Cavern?" he asked as we were heading upstairs.
"Yeah," I said.
"Well I was wondering that um…."
"Paul, are you okay?" I asked.
"Would you want to do something afterwards?" he asked.
"I thought we were going to hang out with the others after the show," I replied.
"Oh we are I'm just saying maybe after we're done with them it can be just you and me if you want to go for it you know," he said.
"Okay," I said.
"Yeah I mean it's just the two of us hanging out," I replied with a tired smiled. "Besides what made you think I'd say no?"
"I don't know, weird feeling?" he said.
"Probably but you shouldn't have to worry and I bet you that the girl you like shouldn't have to worry about us hanging out after the show, right?" I asked.
"Yeah, you're probably right," he said with some enthusiasm in his voice.
We bid each other goodnight and as soon as I hit my head on the pillow, I was asleep.
A/n: Oh El, if you only knew how Paul felt.
Okay so this may not be my best chapter but it's something right? If you guys want me to do a Paul's POV in this story just let me know, I wouldn't mind going into his mind to see what's going on. Okay that sounded disturbing but you know what I mean.
So some bad news, I may not update for awhile due to a trip I'm going with my friends next week and then the week after that I start school again *cries* okay I'm done. But I'll try to squeeze in something before school begins.
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