The bright morning light seeping in through the window is the first thing to wake you from your deep sleep. The thought of getting out of bed makes your stomach ache and churn, but it's the image of Paul that makes you want to start the day.

As your eyes open slowly, remaining squinted, a blurry figure of your fiancé comes into view. You blink a few times, so his features become more clear.

Under your hand, you can feel his chest move up and down from his light, sleepy breathing. Part of you is scared that your head is hurting his shoulder, but you don't have enough courage to untangle your legs from his to adjust, in case you'll wake him up. Instead, you lay quietly and watch his chest fall up and down slowly.

Your eyes flicker up to his pure face. Clear skin, round cheeks, and high eyebrows fill your view, as a small smile works its way onto your face. You lift your hand cautiously from his bare chest, placing it against the side of his face gently.

You let your thumb rub gently against his smooth cheek as you admire the beautiful beatle under your fingertips.

His eyebrows furrow a little bit while he sleeps, as his cheek moves into your touch carefully. You lightly kiss his chest, when your eyes start to feel heavy, but you fight the urge to close them again.

You hear a grumble as your eyes start to shut, but the noise grabs your attention. You fully open them again and keep your eyes on Paul's awakening features. "Good morning, sunshine," you speak in a whisper, watching his eyes struggle to open due to the sunlight.

He grumbles again in reply and you pull your hand off of his face, letting your hand rest on his chest. Your finger traces small circles against his skin in a calming fashion as he wakes up. The ring on your finger glistens in the sunlight and that small smile returns to your face.

"Mornin', beautiful," you hear a soft, deep voice say, before you feel a kiss on your head; gentle and sweet. The smile on your face can only grow. You tilt your head up to look at him, and as you do, he kisses your nose. "How long have you been waiting for me to get up?" His voice is still quiet and morning-like.

"Not long," you whisper with a smile and adjust yourself so you're propped up on your forearm, making your face closer to his.

A warm smile soon forms on his face as he glances down at your lips, before he kisses you gently. "Glad i didn't make you wait, love."

Your smile feels permanent as you burry your face against his neck "You make me flush, McCartney," you mumble against his neck.

His chuckle fills your ears, which only makes you blush, more than you already are.

He rubs your back before growing and sitting up, placing you gently down onto the pillows next to him. He sits up straight and stretches his arms into the air, his back muscles emphasize.

You sit up and hug him from behind, letting your bare chest press against his bare back. "John and Cyn wanted to take us out to brunch today," you mumble into his back.

He rest his hands over yours, slightly intertwining your fingers. "He might have to wait a while," Paul's voice is still at a soft whisper.

You kiss the back of his neck and close your eyes. You hum lightly "Last night tired me out, Paulie." You peck his neck again. "Well do it again tonight." Planting another kiss on his neck, you say: "Promise." Then, you loop his pinkie with yours.

He chuckles at your pinky swear then lifts your hand to his mouth so he can kiss the top of your hand. "Don't need to do anything that you don't want to do, angel. Don't feel like you have to do anything." He pecks your hand again and you smile against his neck as you hum a reply.

Paul yawns softly and relaxes in your touch. "How about i hop in the shower real quick, then we'll get going?" He says as he turns his head in my direction, as far as he can turn it, at least.

You nod "You are a little stinky," you laugh lightly as he gasps exaggeratedly.

"It's not my fault that you wanted to go twice last night!" He laughs, "I get sweaty! I'm sorry!" The two of you laugh as you let go off him. He turns around and kisses your lips gently. Before he pulls away, he covers his ding-dong-wing-wang with his hands and runs off to the bathroom. Your laughing only gets louder as you watch his lil toosh bounce as he runs.

Falling back onto the bed with the covers over you, you hold your hand out to look at your ring a little more, your wedding day possibilities running through your head.

"Oh God, Oh God, let me see it!" Cynthia, John's wife, squeaks, referring to the ring, as she invites me into her house.

You laugh and hold out your hand that's wearing the ring. She holds your hand delicately as she awes at the beautiful diamond wing.

"It's gorgeous, y/n! What a lucky woman you are to be getting married to Paul McCartney!" She laughs and drops your hand politely.

You shake your head smiling, "What do you mean, Cyn? You got the genius, John Lennon!" The two of you laugh over the other's jealousy.

You and Cynthia chit chat for a few minutes before Cynthia dismisses herself from the conversation to start on dinner.

"Are you sure you don't want help? I'd be glad to!" You pry, just wanting to be useful.

"Yes! Yes! I'm sure, I promise! Thank you so very very much though, y/n." She kisses your cheek, "The boys will love your company just as much as I do." She smiles as she walks off to the kitchen, leaving you in the lonesome living room.

You glance down at your ring one last time with a smile, before standing up and making your way towards the living room.

The tights on your feet glide against the hardwood floor while walking down the picture-filled hall. You make a few stops to look at the photos of John and Cynthia from 1957, which make you laugh lightly, but your laughing stops when you hear John's whispering voice echo through the hall from the other room.

"Paul, you JUST proposed. You can't do this now." He emphasizes the 'just', yet his voice is quiet and sort of sounds hurt.

Your confusion fills you to the brim, as you take a few steps closer to the room that they're in to hear better. The thin walls of the old house help to hear their conversation.

As Paul talks, you can feel the pain and sorrow in his voice. "I know. Trust me, I know, John... It's just..." it's silent for a few seconds before he starts talking again. "Jane, she's... She's like no one I've ever met. She's so unique and beautiful and adventurous. Not that y/n isn't all those things, but when it comes to Jane, I feel something different... something that I don't feel with y/n."

The silence consumes the house. The only noise that can be heard is the dishes clinking in the kitchen.

You repeat Paul's words in your head over and over, trying to find a positive in his sentences, yet the only thing you can truly think of is the fact the Paul regrets proposing to you.

As the realization hits, you slowly look down to your ring, your eyes watering as John's voice and be heard again.

"So," he whispers "What are you going to do, Paulie?" You can hear the sadness in his voice, and your thankful that John cares about you enough to, at least, feel sympathy for you. "She'll be heartbroken. You know how much y/n loves you, and you know that you can't just never talk to her again like you did in college. She's not just a fuck and dump, Paul."

"I know," Paul replies quickly "God, John, of course i know that." You hear paul sigh, as both of them stay quiet for a long moment. "But, if I'm going to do what I think is right, I need to break up with her."

Your heart shatters at that point. And right now, you can finally understand the metaphor. It physically feel like your hearts made of glass and Paul chucked it against a brick wall. Your stomach churns and it feels as if you're going to be sick. You wrap your arms around your stomach as you lean against the wall, tears starting to fall down your face.

"I-I love her, believe me John, I promise that i do, but... Jane sparks feelings in me that y/n can't, a-and Jane just... she's just different in a special way," Paul says, sounding on the brink of tears.

Paul has always been a sensitive and sincere boy, but your brain can consider that as you step into the room that they're in.

You can feel the tears that stain your cheeks. You can tell that your mascara is covering the tears and leaving little black trails on your face.

John meets your teary gaze first. He looks shocked, yet in his eyes, empathy is showing. You ignore him, nevertheless and look over to Paul whose eyes are glossy.

Paul's cheeks are flushed, as you breathe in a sob, your breath skipping. He squeezes his eyes shut and lets his head fall into his hands.

The three of you remain in the room in silence. Your gasps of air and small sobs are the only things that can be heard on occasion.

"Well?" You ask way more aggressive and angrier than expected. "Do you want the bloody fucking ring back? O-o-or should i sell t-this stupid f-fu," you stumble on your words as you tug the ring off of your finger "this stupid fucking rock that now has no g-goddamn meaning to m-me!?" You're shouting now and you wish you weren't, but you can't stop.

Paul's standing now, looking at you with his puffy red eyes. He takes a step towards you holding his hands out to try and comfort you into a hug, but you walk backwards to get away from him.

"Don't come near me, Paul." You sob out angrily.

He comes closer and places a hand on your shoulder "p-please y/n let me-"

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME PAUL MCCARTNEY!" You yell as you slap his hand off of your shoulder, before wiping your eyes from the tears.

You hear Cynthia's heels clicking against the hardwood as she enters the room, looking confused. "What's going on in here-"

You throw the ring at Paul's chest as tears continue to fall down your face "You're a scumbag, McCartney. I never should have said yes." You try to catch your breath before turning quickly and storming out of the house.

Paul looks to John and Cynthia with a worried look, not sure what to do. He lets the ring fall to the ground as he decides to run out after you.

"Y/n, Y/n! Come on, wait, please!" He spits after you as you wave for a taxi.

You don't reply to him. You don't turn around. You don't dare to look into his eyes. "Taxi!" You wipe your eyes again. "Taxi! Taxi!"

With a quick hand on your shoulder and a little pull, your body is turned and your lips are pressed against Paul's for a short amount of time before you pull back and slap him as hard as you can.

"YOU fucked up, Paul. YOU did, so don't you DARE come crawling back to me, asshole." You borderline scream in his face bitterly, before climbing to the taxi.

The taxi takes off as you stare at your lap, breaking down in tears and sobs before you could stop yourself.

You don't hear from Paul. Weeks go by and the only calls you get are from Cynthia, John, Pattie, and Maureen. You refuse to answer any, never feeling ready to talk about what happened between you and Paul.

One day, three months after your and Paul's break up, you sit in front of your tv watching the local news.

"Liverpool's moptop baby face, Paul McCartney has officially announced his engagement with a lucky Jane Ash-" You click the off button.

Three months. Three months with no calls or visits is all it took for him to get over you. Four years of dating, thrown away. Two more years of being best friends also thrown in the trash. You couldn't help the tears that fell and the shivers that followed. Pulling your knees to your chest, you cried out the tears that were left.

Every night from then on, after work at the Epstein's record store, you'd watch the news. The only things that interested you was things about The Beatles.

June 1964 was filled with, "Beatles' Hard Days Night; The Movie is released"
December of 1964 held, "Beatles For Sale on vinyl now"
July 1965 had, "More Beatles' hits in the new action packed movie, Help!"

And by July of 1965, Paul was only a memory. The feelings that I had towards him still gripped my heart tightly and refused to let go, but I missed his first movie premiere. I wasn't about to miss his second.

"Y/n!" I heard my father call from downstairs as I squeezed into a slim fitting dress.

"Yes?" You call back and sip up your dress.

"The premier starts soon! Don't want to be late!" He calls and i jog down the stairs in my nice heels. "You look gorgeous, darling," my father flatters me.

"Thanks dad." You smile widely and kiss his cheek.

"If i may ask, y/n, if this boy broke your heart, why are you going out to support him?" He speaks cautiously, not wanting to make you angry.

You fix your hair in the mirror as you talk. "He might have ended out relationship in a shity way, dad, but I still love him and I will forever support his accomplishments." You smile shyly as your dad nods. You turn and kiss his cheek. "I'll be home around 12. Love you."

"Love you too, kiddo." He says before you leave out the door.

Outside of your house, a car is waiting with Ringo and Maureen sitting in it. You jog up to the car and know on the window. They unlock the doors and I get into the back seat.

"Afternoon!" You say cheerfully as you lean up to the front seat to kiss Maureen's cheek as a greeting.

"You look amazing, y/n!" Maureen emphasizes her 'amazing' for dramatic effect as a smile is plastered on her face.

You sit back and buckle up as Ringo chimes in, "You do clean up very nicely, if I do say so." He smiles kindly at you through the rear view mirror before he starts the car.

You blush and smile with a nod. "You two are too sweet to me."

The car ride is long but entertaining. Watching Ringo sing, drive, and dance all at once is one show to be enjoyed.

Once you three get to the premiere, Ringo heads directly into the building to meet the boys, as Maureen and you go to get drinks before the beatlemaniacs rush in.

You both get your champagne and take your seats up front. Soon, the seats start to fill with friends, family, and lucky VIP fans. The movie starts quickly. The lights dim and you watch the boys slip out from behind a curtain to come sit in your's and Maureen's row.

From left to right sat; You, Maureen, Ringo, Cynthia, John, Paul, and Jane.

No one, but Ringo, notices that you're there and you don't mind. You enjoy being stealthy since you truly just want to enjoy the movie and be here to support an old friend.

An hour and thirty-six minutes pass and the movie ends with the sewing machine on screen. People laugh, cheer, and stand once the curtains close. The boys, in the front row, all stand and turn to face the audience to bow and wave.

Eventually, the cheering and clapping dies down as people begin to leave the theater.

"God, i don't remember half of that shite!" John says and laughs along with the other Beatles and their girls.

"Maybe if you wouldn't of gotten so high, you'd remember filming it," George chimes in while the group laughs, including you.

You don't realize that most of them don't know you're here before you say "The things LSD can do to a man!"

Ringo's and Maureen's laughs could be heard, along with yours, but as you noticed that Cyn, John, Paul, and Jane's laughs have stopped, you stop laughing and meet all of their amazed stares.

You stare back worried, afraid, and not sure of what to do.

Suddenly you hear a loud squeak and Cynthia is jumping up and down, yanking you from your chair and pulling you into a hug.

"You're here! You're here! What are- How did-?!" She pulls you away, keeping her hands on your shoulders, inspecting your features "Are you okay!? Oh my god, you look amazing! Holy shit you're alive!" She laughs and pulls you back into the hug. You hug her back tightly.

"Hello Cyn. It's amazing to be able to see you agai-" Unexpectedly, another pair of arms are wrapped around both you and Cyn. You laugh a bit harder, recognizing the smell "Johnny!"

John laughs and kisses the top of your head while the three of you continue to hug "God, i thought you were dead. It's nice to see your beautiful face again, y/n"

The two pull away and John punches your arm "I swear on my life, y/n. You disappear like that ever again, I WILL kill you." He laughs and pulls you into another hug. You hug him back.

"I missed you too, Johnny Boy." The two of you pull away before you and Paul make eye contact and hold it, neither of you speaking.

You thought you'd be able to hold it together but before you knew it, your eyes were watering, and to your surprise, so we're his.

Suddenly, Paul was quickly walking towards you, basically jogging, and engulfed you in a hug.

Paul buried his face in the crook of your neck, starting to cry, as you did the same. You were small in his arms, which only made the hug feel much much better.

"I-I thought you hated me..." he sobbed into your neck.

"O-of course not, Macca... at least not anymore..." you laughed sadly, as did he. He pulled back, but stayed close to you to look into your eyes.

"I can't believe you're actually here, y/n," he brushed your hair behind your ear then wiped his eyes. "You look even more beautiful than I remember..." he smiled and started to lean in slowly, his eyes flickering to your lips.

You put your hands on his chest and held him back for a second to grab his attention "No, No, Paul, what about Jane?" You say sadly.

He rolls his eyes with a smile and a scuff "Screw Jane," he says simply before holding both sides of your face and kissing you passionately.

The spark that relit in your stomach, heart, and head felt like a drug in your body. His soft lips mixing with yours drove you crazy and you missed the familiar feeling.

He gently pulled your face away slowly and rested his forehead against yours, keeping his eyes closed and breathing a little heavily, "Please... please never leave again, y/n"