I sat back at Strawberry Fields, on the bench Paul and I nearly kissed at.  I played with some of the flowers I had picked, and smiled at the delicate blossoms in my hands.  Strong arms wrapped around me, and I smiled even bigger.  

"Elle," John nuzzled his nose into my hair.  "I've got to tell you something."

"What is it?" I giggled as he kissed my cheek.  I took his hands in mine, and he kissed them.  He was so gentle, so kind, so...unlike the man I knew.  

He rested his chin on my forehead, and whispered, "Something important."

I turned to look at him.  "Tell me then."

His beautiful brown eyes met mine, and he caressed my cheek.  Leaning down, our lips almost touched when the world went dark, and we were on a different bench, in a different place.  There were still strawberry bushes around us, but the blossoms were wilted and dark, as if they had been burned.  Someone shouted, and then shots rang out.  John leaned forward for a moment, and then swallowed silently.  He held a hand to the dark stain that was growing on his shirt.  I couldn't speak, but felt tears fill my eyes.  "John..."

Eerily, he smiled and quoted his lines from How I Won The War, "'I knew this would happen.  You knew this would happen too.'"  He slumped over, unable to hold himself up anymore.  

"John." I shook his shoulder.  

"John, wake up."

"John!  No!"

I woke up with tears in my eyes.  The dreams, though they had seemed to go away for a small part of time, had come back stronger, and even more realistic.  

As soon as my heart slowed, a pound on the door made me nearly jump out of my skin.  I kicked off my blankets and hurried towards the door.  To my surprise, it was the Beatle I would least expect to help me.  

"What are you doing here, John?" 

"I heard a shout.  I figured it must be you," His voice was unusually calm and controlled.  "Can I come in?"

"Oh, I...um...yes, please," I stumbled, moving aside to let him in.  He did, taking in the appearance of my apartment.  It was just like theirs, only smaller, with less rooms.  The tired Beatle sat down on my bed, stretching his arms for a moment before asking me why I screamed.  

I sat down in my chair.  "Just a nightmare." 

"It didn't sound very good though.  You were shouting my name.  Now that," He said, pulling a cigarette from his pocket, "could mean many things.  What do you think the meaning of these dreams are?  Let's discuss."  He spoke with a fake French accent to make fun of Doctor Baudine.  

I stood up.  "If you've come to tease me, you can leave.  Don't smoke in here either."  Reluctantly, he tucked away his cigarette.  

He looked at me, his brown eyes tired but very calm.  "I haven't come to tease you.  I wanted to know why you were shouting my name in your dream." He smiled, as if he was trying to imagine what sort of dream it was.  "Was I hurting you?  Or did this have to do with Paul, you being the object of his affection?"

"I am not the object of Paul's affection," I argued.  "I know he's long since gotten over me.  He's probably snogged countless French girls since the time we arrived here."

"Only one, I'm told," John pointed out.  "You should know that you are likable, Elle.  He's very much in love with you, though you hate to admit that someone like him would fancy a girl like you."  

Speaking without thinking, I blurted, "I dreamt you died, John."

For once in his life, he didn't seem to know what to say.  The silence between us was already unbearable by the second after I spoke.  After looking out the window for what seemed like ages, he turned to me and said, "So was it a good dream or a bad dream?"

"Of course it was a bad dream!" I nearly shouted.  "Do you think I want to you dead?"

"It wouldn't be the first time someone had said that to me," He told me quietly.  I bit my lip, and looked down at the ground.  I regretted all the hateful words that I had said to him.  

Slowly sitting back down in my chair, I avoided his eyes.  "They've never said that to me, but I know he wants me gone too."

"Who?" John asked.  

I didn't answer.  

"Who wants you dead, Elle?" His voice grew rough again.  I averted my eyes once more.  

"Drop it, John.  You'll never meet him anyway, and I'll most likely never see him again." I tried to play it off, because if any of the lads were to forget about such a conversation, it would be John.  

John stood up, startling me. "Elle, I might be foolish but I am not unintelligent.  I am sure this is about the thing that haunts your dreams, and is causing you to have hallucinations.  You're acting childish by keeping this to yourself, and quite possibly putting yourself in danger."

I stood up to meet him, though he was easily taller than me.  Clenching my fists like a pouting child, I countered him.  "That's all I've ever been told to do.  Keep it quiet, Elle.  Don't say a word, my dear.  Conceal the bru-" I stopped, and instinctively brushed my hair over my shoulder, though I know he couldn't possibly see the bruises.  They hadn't faded at all since I had came.  It was like they were tattoos, a permanent reminder of the abusiveness of my father.  

Something John could never, ever know.

"Conceal what?"

"I'm tired, John.  I really want to go to sleep." I told him, sitting back down on my bed.  He placed himself in the chair I was originally sitting in.  "Are...are you staying?" I asked, sheepishly.  

"Well...my room is quite far away, and I am still very tired.  If I end up falling and hurting myself, it would most certainly be on you," He smiled, and I hadn't seen a genuine John smile in awhile.  

After burying myself in my covers, I whispered, "Goodnight, John."

"Goodnight, Elle."

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John's POV

I woke up only a few minutes after both of us fell asleep, and slumber once again evaded me.  I stood up and stretched out, noticing Elle wrapped up in her blankets.  

I tried to be honest all the time.  That was the reason that so many people either admired me, or loathed me.  I spoke my mind and said things as they were.  But whenever I tried to say something truly honest to her, I said something completely stupid and cruel.  I could remember every time I made her cry, and how she looked when I did.  Her blue eyes were so bright, brimmed and glistening with tears.  She'd round a corner so I wouldn't see them anymore, and Paul would glare at me and run after her.  And then they'd end up snogging.  I had seen it happen.  

Though I did have to admit that she deserved someone like him.  As long as they could both keep their hands to themselves.  Whenever I didn't catch them kissing each other, they were (almost) kissing other people.  I knew that Elle fancied George and that he felt the same, but Paul would never possibly understand that if he found out.  

She was pretty.  Very pretty.  I was tempted to do something, touch her hand, caress her hair, but I knew she would wake, and it would feel wrong to take advantage of her as she slept.  

Without warning, I whispered at loud, "Kiss me."

Of course she didn't stir.  

Carefully, I sat back down, not making a sound.  As soon as I found a comfortable position, I curled up as tight as I could, hoping to block out all sound and noise.  All thoughts of Elle.

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Paul's POV

I didn't sleep in the entire night.  I simply couldn't.  Not when Elle was so close.  

I remembered that almost a year ago I told her that I would marry her.  I was sincere, though she couldn't believe me.  And I would have insisted, but there was no possible way that she would have agreed.  

Punching my pillow, I tried to stop thinking, stop trying, like she said.  How could I?  I was in too deep.  I cared about her too much to just let her go and find someone else, like she was hoping I would.  

Out of frustration, I tossed my battered pillow to the foot of the bed and laid there, taking deep breaths.  I had to see her.  I needed her to know how I felt.  I wanted to kiss her, hold her, touch her hair, anything.  She had to understand.  

Not being able to stand it anymore, I jumped out of bed and pulled on proper clothes.  I would tell her that night.  

I ran through the living room as quietly as possible.  I could hear Ringo snoring in the other room that he was sharing with George.  George was most likely still awake because of the noise, and reading or working on some type of exercise for his guitar.  He'd been a bit distant lately, and I couldn't figure out why.  

After hitting my foot quite hard on the coffee table, I opened the door and ran straight into John.  We both stumbled backwards.  "Oh!"

Rubbing my shoulder, which had taken a bit of a blow, I asked, "What are you doing out there?" 

"Elle was calling out for me in one of her dreams.  I figured I should check on her." He smirked, which made my heart drop into my stomach.  "She's doing better now."

I could only imagine what John did in order to make her feel better.  

John raised an eyebrow.  "Were you going over to see her?"

I swallowed hard.  "Oh...um...no.  No, I was going to go...for a walk.  It's...um...quite stuffy in here."  God, damn my stupid stuttering.  

He smirked once more and walked past me.  "Enjoy your walk, Paul."

I bit my lip so I wouldn't snap, "I bet you enjoyed yourself too."  Were John and Elle together?  Would he really do that to me after all I had told him?  He was my best friend, and she was too.  If it was true, it would the ultimate betrayal. 

You're not one to talk.

I thought of Eleanor, and how I was so blind to Elle's feelings.  How did that make her feel, seeing her with me?  I suppose that it felt like the way I did then, wondering if Elle and John were more than friends.  

Slowly, I walked down the hall to her door.  I was about to knock, my fist inches from the wood of the door, but it fell to my side.  I couldn't do it.  Not after what John had insinuated.  

I was just too late.

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 Hello!

Poor, poor Paulie.  I feel so bad...

But it makes for a pretty dramatic story.  

Can fanfiction be too dramatic?

IDK.

Before you go, my friend @LauraScott8 has published a fanfiction on here called Welcome to Boone.  It's definitely a bit more mature than Let It Be, but it's pretty good.  Check it out if you can! :D

Thank you!  Peace!

Luna <3