"Well I'd be worried if I wasn't me y' know", Paul joked over my shoulder.

I bit my lip and explained "Not like that, silly. I mean, it's you, you're the one who wrote the letters weren't you?" our hug came to an end and I looked him in the eyes.

"Kind of was, sweetheart, I thought you'd find out sooner though" Paul chuckled.

"But, how? Why? Why would you call yourself George on the letters and why did he act as if he was the one to write them?"

"Well let me explain you since the very beginning ...

*Flashback to 1962 (two years ago)* Paul's POV

This is me last day 'ere in Norfolk then, will have to go back to Liverpool after two weeks on this heaven like beach. And me and me mates will start recording our first album; I'm pretty excited y'know.

I should come back to me cousin's house, he got married 'ere, so me, dad and me brother chose to stay a few weeks as a vacation, it was our last day o'er here.

I started to walk back to the house when I suddenly saw the most beautiful bird that I've ever laid eyes on. She looked young, probably 18 or 19. She started walking down the street, and what beautiful pair of legs she had to walk, oh my.

I couldn't let her go just like that, so I started to follow her, I saw her as she was entering the gates of what seemed was her house as she opened the door with a pair of keys.

Should I knock? Or just forget it and go away? It is my last day here and it's getting pretty late so what is the use on knowing her, if I later had to go back to Liverpool?

I turned around and started walking back home but something stopped me, I turned around again to see the house and saw her face threw the window. Lordy was she beautiful, way beyond compare.

I knew I couldn't just leave like that so whilst I started walking back to her door I searched around my pockets for something to take notes with. Fortunately I found a pen on the inside pocket of my jumper and a little piece of paper that was all scratched. I wrote down the number of the house and the name of the street and then I was ready to go, but before I went away there was something else to do.

Lizzy's POV

I got inside my dad's house after my walk by the beach and saw a note on top of the table that was next to the window, so I took the little piece of paper and sat down.

Lizzy, we're visiting Annie's who invited us for tea; there is some salad in the fridge. Love, mom.

P.S: Please check the mail for us, your dad is waiting for some package that has God knows what inside.

I chuckled to my mom's note and I left the paper back on the table and walked to the door to see if the package for dad that had arrived.

When I opened the door something stopped me from continuing to walk. There was a rose lying on my porch. It wasn't there when I arrived just two minutes ago. I looked around to see who could have left it there but the street was empty. I took it from the ground and took it inside.

*two weeks later*

"Can you believe it?!" dad said indignant while walking inside "my package hasn't come yet, I thought there must have been a problem with the postman but then we just received this parcel with a letter attached to it, addressed to some Thomas person with our address. And another letter from the same sender. What the hell"

Mom objected "David, watch your mouth in front of your daughter" she says it as if I were still 12 "we have to leave now anyway, Elizabeth would you please take care of it?" she asked as she took her purse, dad was already out of the house.

"Sure mum, you just go" I had nothing to do anyway.

"Thank you honey, we'll be back in an hour" she blew me a kiss and left the house.

I turned around to face the box and I unattached the letter wondering whether it'll be alright to open it; knowing it was actually for this Thomas person, but then again, it has our address. Maybe it is for one of us and they got the name wrong.

I took the first envelope in my hands wondering who could it be from. I opened it and started reading the letter that had rested inside.

Paul's POV *a week before*

I sat down in front of the blank paper that laid opposite me, the pencil in my left hand anxious to start writing, but there was still one problem, what could I write.

I couldn't just say "Hi I'm some lad from Liverpool that saw you and thought you were more beautiful than anything that is beautiful, so I followed you to your house and left a rose on your porch 'cause you're so beautiful, by the way my name is Paul."

George was tuning his guitar on the couch next to me "What has ye so conflicted mate? A history essay?" he mocked me while scanning my failure face taking place.

"Shut up Geo" I didn't feel like joking right now.

"Just tell me what's the matter then"

I sighed and explained to him everything that happened that last day in Wells, and how I thought about writing her a letter.

"Why don't you address the card to somebody that doesn't exist, then you send another one saying sorry and that you had misspelled the address"

I was amazed at my genius friend "That's actually an excellent idea!" I said excitedly.

"Yer welcome, dear fella" he laid his head on a box that was on top of the couch he was resting on.

"What is inside that box?" I asked him curiously before starting writing.

"More of that merch Brian wants to start selling after the album is released, though he gave these to me so I'd gave some for my family, I don't know why my family would want any of that crap, but I guess this is some leftover stuff"

"Ye mind if I take it?" I asked Geo with an idea in my hands.

"Nah mate, 's all yours" he continued to play some Chuck Berry song on his guitar.

"Gear" I answered and started writing the words I had planned in my head over this conversation with George.

Hello Thomas,

The company had sent me loads of boxes filled with an upcoming band's merch because I had worked in the studio where they've been recording and they don't know what to do with all this stuff until they get a little more well known and start doing concerts. Maybe little Katie will like them.

Greetings from London,

Urm... What name could I use? I don't want to tell her my real name, maybe after the Beatles get famous, 'cause I know they will after the kick ass album we just recorded; things will get weird and all. I looked over at Geo again and continued writing to the sound of his guitar.

Greetings from London, George.

*Lizzy's POV*

...Greetings from London, George.

I wonder who this George is. And why did he send this to this address.

I took the next letter and unfolded it as well.

I'm sorry whoever got the package and the card that I sent, when I got home after sending the box in the mail I checked the details of my brother's house and noticed I had wrote the wrong address, but it was already too late.

Anyway you don't need to send the box back, I have loads of them and I already sent another one to my brother right before I started to write this letter.

It contains some merchandise of a band that hasn't even came up yet, but it's really great, I've worked in their studio. If you'd like I could send a copy of their first album as soon as it is released.

George.