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Chapter Seven - I Don't Want to Spoil The Party

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"I think /I/ know how I feel, John, not you." Paul rolled his eyes. John made a silly face at him and continued to shake his head, staying quiet as he placed his cigarette back between his lips.

Paul exhaled deeply and looked back down at his feet, clearing his throat. He knew the guys were only teasing, but at times it made him feel like he couldn't go to them if he had a serious problem because they'll just make a joke out of it. To most of them, a girl was just a girl. But, to Paul, he liked to have a connection. He liked to have someone who would actually listen to him, and that's why he enjoyed spending time with Claudia. But Daisy was the only girl his heart could ever love... Right?

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Chapter Seven.

"I don't want to spoil the party, so I'll go." - I Don't Want to Spoil The Party, The Beatles.

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By the time they had each reached home, it was the early hours of Saturday morning. Paul had taken his things from the back of the van and made his way inside, making sure to be quiet as he set his things down in his room and quickly got undressed before climbing into bed, hoping to get a few hours of sleep. It didn't really stop for the band, they were due to perform again tonight at a local bar for someone's birthday party, a relation of Pete. They were shattered from the last couple of weeks, but they couldn't turn down work.

Paul was, for the first time, actually quite happy. He could always count on music to cheer him up and he felt very lucky that he got to do it pretty much for a living. He was satisfied with the latest Hamburg trip and he hoped it wouldn't be long before they were back, they'd get George there somehow.

Once awake, he climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower and freshen up. He wrapped a towel around himself as he stepped out of it and tried to shake the water off his hair, gripping onto the sink when he felt himself getting slightly dizzy. He mumbled to himself as he knocked the toothbrush pot over, quickly putting it all on the side and walking out.

"Bloody hell, we can tell you're back. What a racket!" Mike exclaimed, meeting him on the other side of the door with a chuckle.

"And I missed you, too!" Paul's voice was in a sarcastic tone, widening his eyes.

"How was the trip?" Mike grinned.

"It was a little bit of a slow start with the ladies, believe it or not, but I soon got there." Paul teased, wiggling his eyebrows and chuckling softly.

"I mean the music and the shows, idiot!" Mike playfully hit his shoulder, rolling his eyes and making Paul flinch jokingly.

"O-Oh, they were good, too!" He pretended to stutter, winking at Mike as he walked toward his room, "Is dad up?" He called from his room as he kicked the door shut, starting to dry himself as he continued the conversation through the door.

"Yeah, he's been up a little while. I think he heard how late you came in last night, so he wanted to leave you to rest for a little bit." Mike shrugged, leaning against the wall.

"That's nice of him!" Paul crinkled his nose, pulling on some jeans and a shirt with a jumper over the top. He quickly sorted out his hair and pushed the door open, smiling at Mike again, "Can I smell dad's cooking? I'm bloody starving!"

"You're in luck, he went shopping yesterday especially for your comeback meal." Mike grinned, following Paul down the stairs.

"You're joking!" Paul chuckled, racing Mike into the kitchen and making his father gasp loudly.

"Paul, you're here!" He beamed, pulling Paul into a tight hug. Paul laughed loudly and hugged his dad back, patting his back.

"I've missed having a decent meal!" Paul widened his eyes.

"Oh? That's all you've missed, just my cooking?!" He teased, trying to sound offended. Paul shook his head quickly, trying not to laugh.

"Of course not! But I /have/ missed it." He crinkled his nose, licking his lips as he scanned over the food his father was making.

"How was Hamburg, son?" Jim raised a brow, turning his attention back to the food.

"Oh, insane!" Paul grinned and nodded, leaning against the counter as he watched his father, "We played show after show and everyone loved it! Honestly, I feel forever grateful for being able to have this opportunity to do what I love." He crinkled his nose, not wanting to admit that George had actually gotten deported part way through the trip.

"Is it still enough, though?" Jim's eyes almost turned into a squint. Paul sighed under his breath, hearing the seriousness start to make its way into his dad's voice.

"Dad..." Paul groaned, watching Mike leave the room, reminding Paul of how many times he had heard this following conversation before.

"Paul, I just don't want you to bet your whole life on this, you know?" He narrowed his eyebrows and looked at Paul, "Please, not even for one moment, think that I don't believe in you or think that you're not good enough. Just be wise, hm? Make yourself stable."

"Thank you...?" Paul's voice was slightly uneasy, unsure of if his dad was approving of him or not.

"God, I shouldn't have said anything." Jim chuckled to himself, shaking his head. He reached one of his arms out and pulled Paul closer to him, raising his eyebrows, "You can do it, son, I know you can. You're turning yourself into a brilliant musician, and you and John are turning yourselves into wonderful little songwriters."

"That's because all the other bands on before us kept singing the songs on our setlist and stealing our bloody act, we had no choice!" Paul laughed out his words, huffing playfully.

"Well, I can already tell that people are starting to enjoy it. Its a great little band you've got there, Paul. All I'm saying is that one minute you could be at the top, then it could all come crashing down; Music is never really solid career, you've just got to hope people like what you produce! You're not an idiot, though, right? You'll know yourself when something is right or not or whether someone is trying to con you." Jim raised his eyebrows, playfully poking Paul's side.

"I know, dad, I know. I'll always be grateful for your support and encouragement." Paul winked, laughing softly from his father poking him.

"Hey, always remember I'm you're number one fan!" Jim widened his eyes, laughing along with him, "Listen, son, go for it. What I say is, find a job that you love and you'll feel like you never have to work a day in your life."

"I like that." Paul nodded, rubbing his father's shoulder, "Thanks, dad." He smiled softly and turned to walk in the direction of the corridor leading toward the living room.

"I'll always be here to keep you grounded!" Jim called to him, smiling proudly to himself.

"Grounded?! Dad, we're a little local band who gigs around Liverpool and Hamburg, I'm barely a recording superstar!" Paul shook his head with a wide grin, laughing to himself. He walked into the living room and sat down, sighing contently to himself.

"What are Hamburg girls like, Paul?" Mike asked, looking at Paul from the sofa.

"Stunning." Paul winked.

"So, I'm guessing from that, that you managed to forget about you-know-who." Mike raised a brow.

"Eh, I definitely had plenty to take my mind off things." He shrugged, blinking hard.

"Like what?" Mike questioned, crossing one of his legs over his knee as he leant back into the back of the sofa.

"Oh, you're too young to know." Paul teased, laughing.

"Come off it! Tell me!" Mike exclaimed, scowling.

"No, dad would kill me if you learnt such things." Paul widened his eyes playfully, clearly finding Mike's reaction amusing. Mike huffed and rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Fine, it can't have been that good or exciting, then." Mike's lips turned into a pout. Paul bit his lip to stop himself from laughing, playing with the cuffs of his shirt. "Well, are you feeling better now than when you left, at least?"

"I am, thank you. It took a little getting used to, though, knowing I wasn't coming back to her." Paul shrugged, sighing under his breath. Mike nodded and flickered his eyes around the room, not wanting Paul to feel uncomfortable, "I thought it was going to ruin the entire trip, but after the first night I was gradually gaining my confidence back, you know?"

"By 'gaining your confidence back' you mean successfully seducing every woman in Hamburg, right?" Mike spoke sarcastically, tilting his head.

"Precisely. One of them even more than once!" He widened his eyes, feeling a grin starting to spread along his lips, 'But she was a real gem."

"You're filthy." Mike rolled his eyes.

"You asked!" Paul laughed, shrugging casually. Mike shook his head and sighed deeply, staying quiet.

"Boys, the food is ready!" Jim called from the kitchen, "Please will you clear away Michael's drum kit so I can set the table out properly?"

Both Mike and Paul stood up, heading toward the back room and moving the drum kit together before pulling the table back into the centre and the chairs along with it while Jim began to bring each plates of food and cutlery into the room.

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Paul spent a long amount of the day talking to his dad, reminiscing about when he was slightly younger and comparing it to what its like now. Overall, Jim was very proud of what his son had achieved, like he told him, but he also wanted to make him aware that if he wanted to make a genuine career within it, he had to put all of his heart and soul into it; he had to have real, raw passion for music. Luckily for Paul, that's exactly what he had. From the moment of hearing a record, writing a song, playing a song, seeing the way the audience went wild for him and the band... It's what he wanted to do for the rest of his life.

He was getting ready for the show and night ahead, applying some aftershave after perfecting his teddy-boy quiff. He knew there would be an after party after the show and, after his never ending luck in Hamburg, he wanted to make sure he looked his best for tonight. He took a final glance in the mirror and muttered to himself as a piece of hair fell out of place, quickly fixing it. He took a deep breath before walking out of his room and down the stairs to put on his flat platform teddy boy boots, knowing that his father was going to disapprove of his outfit.

"Dad, I'm gonna set off in a minute. I'm gonna head over to John's first." Paul announced, scrubbing the tips of his shoes slightly before slipping them on and hearing his father's steps coming toward him from the living room.

"Sorry, do I know you?" Jim teased, looking Paul's clothes up and down.

"Oh, give over. This is what girls like, dad." Paul squinted, walking toward the door while zipping his leather jacket  up.

"Wouldn't they prefer to see you all neat and tidy with combed, none-greasy hair?" He reached his hand out to attempt to touch Paul's hair.

"'Ey, careful!" Paul shouted, ducking his head and swatting his father's hand away, "Do you know how long it took to do this hair?! Girls go crazy for this!"

"Crazy for that?" Jim chuckled to himself, knowing that he was winding Paul up, "How about performing in a suit? Looking smart and sharp."

"A suit?" Paul scoffed at his father's words, scowling, "Maybe one day. But, for now, I'm happy to be the Liverpudlian Elvis."

"Oh, Paul." Jim chuckled, grinning at his son, "You can be whoever you want to be. Just be safe, alright? Have a good night." He smiled softly, knowing that he had wound Paul up enough by this point. Paul raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised at Jim's change of heart.

"I'll see you later." Paul spoke softly, picking up his guitar and hanging the strap over his shoulder before walking out of the door and closing it behind him.

He was very relieved that his father didn't ask him anything about Daisy. He wasn't entirely sure of how he'd have dealt with the situation.

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Cigarette in hand and guitar over his shoulder, Paul hopped of the bus at the bus stop nearest John's Aunt Mimi's house. He nodded and thanked the bus driver before exhaling a drag of smoke as he made his way toward the front gates of Mendips. John shared a flat with Stuart, however, when it came to having a decent meal... Back to Mimi's he went.

Paul knocked softly on the door, holding onto his guitar strap as his cigarette hung between his lips. Eventually, a blurry figure appeared behind the glass before opening the door.

"Good evening, Mimi!" Paul smiled warmly, taking the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Hello, Paul." Mimi smiled back softly, gesturing for him to come inside, "How are you keeping? Was Hamburg a success?"

"I'm... Doing alright, thank you." Paul stepped inside, placing his guitar down. He didn't want to get into a conversation about Daisy. "But Hamburg was fantastic! Its exactly what I- .. Uh, I mean, /we/ needed."

"Paul?" She arched a brow, placing a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it lightly, "Is everything alright?" Her lips formed into a concerned pout.

"O-Oh, yeah.. Just women trouble, you know?" Paul swallowed hard, scratching the back of his neck. Mimi let out a small laugh under her breath, shaking her head.

"Don't worry about a girl, Paul. A polite young man like you will never be short of a woman." She spoke softly, crinkling her nose.

"Aw, won't I, Mimi? Really?" John's voice teased as he made his way down the stairs and toward them both. Mimi looked his outfit up and down, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

"Hm." She squinted her eyes at him playfully as he nudged her shoulder.

"You know you adore me, really." John chuckled, gesturing for Paul to follow him into the living room.

"Not when you're dressed like that, I don't!" Mimi called after them.

"She has such a bloody soft spot for you, you know." John shook his head, looking over at Paul as they both made their way into the living room.

"Don't be daft! She's just friendly." Paul laughed.

"She does! She never complains about you wearing leather. She's never treat any of my friends like you." John widened his eyes.

"Oh, give over. Does she still make George go round the back?" Paul questioned, trying to hold back another laugh.

"She does! 'Don't let anyone see that little greasy boy coming into my house!', She says." John chuckled out his words, lowering himself to sit in Mimi's empty chair. Paul's laughter gradually slowed down, widening his eyes slightly as he watched John, knowing that Mimi didn't really approve of anyone sitting in her seat, "Sh." John whispered, covering his lips with his index finger. Paul shook his head and sat opposite him, letting a small laugh escape his lips.

"You must have a death wish sat there." Paul teased, leaning toward the coffee table to tap the ash off his cigarette into the ashtray.

"Give us one, then!" John exclaimed, holding his hand out. Paul huffed playfully, reaching into his pocket and taking a cigarette out of the packet, holding it toward him. "Cheers," He raised his eyebrows, quickly lighting it with the box of matches also laying on the table, "Remember when we'd sit in your dad's living room and smoke Typhoo Tea?!"

"Oh, God!" Paul bursted into a fit of laughter, leaning back into the seat, "I can't bloody believe we used to do that. We thought we were so grown up." They both took a drag from their cigarettes, sighing softly.

"Do you think we'll come back here when we're rich and famous and point to the porch and say 'that's where we first started practicing, right there.'?" John grinned, exhaling his smoke.

"And, every time, without fail, someone would always walk by and say 'will someone stop that bloody racket?!'" Paul tapped the ash into the tray again before leaning back comfortably, smiling to himself, "Maybe one day."

"What, we'll be rich and famous or we'll stop the bloody racket?" John joked, pushing his hair back with his free hand. Paul chucked and stubbed his cigarette out, parting his lips to speak before they both heard Mimi's voice.

"Boys, hadn't you better get going? You'll be late." She spoke in a stern tone from the kitchen.

"Since when did you become our tour manager, Mimi?" John spoke in a playful tone, standing up after finishing his cigarette and stubbing it out in the ash tray. Paul laughed at John's response and stood up, following him out of the living room.

"Behave yourself." Mimi spoke bluntly, looking directly at John. John blinked hard and made a silly face, pretending to be scared.

"I'll see you soon, Mimi. Look after yourself." Paul smiled sweetly, leaning forward to lightly kiss Mimi's cheek, making her blush just slightly.

"Only if you look after John." She responded sharply, touching the back of her hand to her cheeks as both Paul and John swung their guitars over their shoulders before opening the door.

"I'm a grown man!" John exclaimed, trying not to laugh.

"I'll believe it when you start acting like it." She narrowed her eyes at him, following them toward the door and leaning against the door frame as they stepped out of it.

"I promise I'll make you proud somehow." John winked, holding onto the string from his guitar hanging over his shoulder.

"Well changing out of those god-awful leather clothes would be a good start." She shrugged, watching them as they walked to the gate. John turned his head to look back at Mimi upon hearing her words, smiling sarcastically.

"I'll see you soon, Mimi. Don't miss me too much." John's sarcastic smile turned into a sarcastic grin, waving at her.

"Goodbye, Mimi. It was lovely to see you again." Paul smiled kindly, also waving.

"Goodbye, boys." Mimi said, waving at them until they shut the gate behind them.

"Paul?" John cleared his throat.

"Yes?" Paul arched a brow, looking over at him as they walked along the pavement.

"Just one request, please don't try and seduce my auntie." He scowled. Paul scoffed, looking at John in confusion from his words.

"Pardon?" Paul asked, knitting his eyebrows together.

"You know, being all nicey-nicey and then giving her a peck on the cheek." John shook his head.

"It was only a peck on the cheek!" Paul rolled his eyes.

"Yes, but that's all it bloody takes for you to get a girl these days." John sighed, making Paul chuckle out his words.

"Alright, mate, I promise."

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The venue for tonight's gig was a little smaller than they were used to back in Hamburg, but it was still a gig worth playing. George, Pete and Stuart were meeting them there.

"Ah, here come the late arrivals!" Pete joked as Paul and John made their way around the corner.

"Christ, you're here before us for once!" John teased back, crinkling his nose.

"Excuse me, we've even set up before you two decided to stroll in." Stuart widened his eyes, gesturing for them to go inside.

"Well done." John clapped sarcastically.

"Where's George?" Paul asked, looking around before starting to follow them into the pub.

"He's inside. I think he's trying to impress a girl by telling her he got deported from Hamburg..." Stuart shrugged, laughing, "I'm not quite sure if she'll buy it as 'impressive'."

"Oh, George..." Paul shook his head, laughing.

"Hey, Paul, are you still single, yeah?" John turned to face Paul, stopping them just before they got passed the entrance of the pub.

"Yes..." Paul spoke quietly, unsure of where John was going with the question.

"Are you ready to get stuck in?" He widened his eyes with a grin, taking a quick glance at the girls before looking back at Paul.

"Oh, absolutely." Paul grinned, licking his lips slowly as he pushed the door open fully, seeing the amount of women that had turned up to see them.

"Yes, finally!" John shouted, bursting through the door, "McCartney's got his mojo back!"

"Oh, be quiet." Paul shook his head with a sarcastic laugh as he followed him inside. He spotted George by the bar and walked up to him, playfully poking both of his sides, "Mr. Harrison! It's nice to see you made a safe journey home."

"Ah, its nice to see they didn't get rid of you guys as soon as I left, knowing you're nothing without me." He teased in a playfully cocky tone.

"Oh, /sure/." Paul nodded sarcastically, shoving George's shoulder gently before walking over to the stage and placing his guitar down.

"We're on /now/, I believe." Pete smiled, stepping up onto the stage before sitting down at his drum kit.

"Yeah?" Paul raised his eyebrows, reaching back for his guitar and starting to pluck at the strings, tuning it properly.

"Are we ready, boys?!" John grinned, jumping up onto the stage and gripping onto his guitar, looking over his shoulder at the others as George joined them on the stage with Stuart.

"Lets go." Paul widened his eyes, clearing his throat.

"Alright, ladies and gents!" John spoke into the microphone, tapping it slightly, "Are you ready for some rock 'n' roll?!" The crowd immediately turned all of its attention to the stage, starting to cheer. John strummed his guitar a few times to get the crowd started, taking a deep breath before bursting into song.

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It was clear to see that the show had gone down an absolute success. The energy that the boys brought to the stage never failed to make the crowd go wild. Each song made the crowd louder and each piece of music made them jump up and down. They loved it; making people happy with their music or their take on other people's music was one of the main reasons why they never wanted to stop doing what they did.

After every great show, came a great after party. Girls, beer, more girls, more beer, and one hell of a hangover to top it all off. Liverpool was definitely their favourite place to have an after party as they knew the majority of the people in the audience so it was like having a big party with all of their friends invited and watching them growing into the wonderful band they were dying to become.

"Every time you come back from Hamburg, you get better and better." Paul heard a voice from behind him, making him turn around with a kind smile.

"Thanks, love. That's probably because, with the amount of times we play over there, every word and every single note is drilled into our bloody heads." Paul chuckled, looking down at the girl in front of him. He licked his lips slowly, studying her figure before gradually moving his eyes up to her face.

"Well, you're living proof that practice makes perfect, then." The girl winked, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.

"Well, if practice makes perfect, then you can't be your parent's first child." Paul wiggled his eyebrows as she blushed.

"You're a flirt, aren't you?" She bit her lip, biting down on her thumb.

"I'm just describing what I see in front of me." Paul shrugged, hiding a smug grin.

"Oh, yeah? And what's that, hm?" The girl blinked hard, raising her eyebrows as she crossed her arms across her chest.

"A beautiful woman who is about to have a drink bought for them." Paul spoke casually, keeping his eyes on hers.

"Oh, you're so smooth." The girl scoffed playfully, rolling her eyes with a grin.

"What would you like to drink, love?" Paul crinkled his nose, turning his body toward the bar.

"I'll have a gin and tonic, please." She smiled politely.

"You'd like what? A gin and tonic and a peck on the cheek? Well, I thought you'd never ask." Paul teased, playfully widening his eyes.

"Oh, Paul!" She playfully hit his side before turning her head and sticking it out slightly, offering her cheek toward him. Paul smiled innocently and leaned forward, pressing a soft, quick kiss to her cheek, making her giggle as both of her cheeks turned slightly pink again.

"I'll be right back." Paul spoke as he pulled back, keeping the same smile on his face before walking toward the bar. Once there, he joined the queue and chewed on his bottom lip, waiting patiently. He was pretty pleased with himself. Only a few minutes into the afterparty and he had already managed to flirt his way into buying a girl a drink.

"Paul.." George spoke from behind him, making him turn his head and raise his eyebrows.

"What's up?" Paul asked, squinting his eyes when he noticed George's uneasy expression.

"Don't turn around. Whatever you do, do /not/ turn around." George swallowed hard, looking at Paul with a serious expression.

"What, why?" Paul scowled, George's demanding words making him want to look even more.

"Don't. For the sake of tonight and for the sake of you, please." George was practically pleading to him, narrowing his eyebrows and keeping his eyes directly on Paul's.

"George, I don't have a bloody clue what you're talking about-..." Paul's voice trailed off, feeling his eyes grow to the size of saucers and all of the colour drain from his face. Frilly black dress. Curled hair. Red lipstick. Shiny heels. Drink in hand. The other hand against the material fitted perfectly over her hip. On her own. Daisy.

George looked nervous, unsure of what Paul was going to do or say. Paul was speechless. Absolutely speechless and frozen still.

"Paul... Please calm down." George tried to speak calmly, chewing on his bottom lip.

"I.. I am fine." Paul cleared his throat, trying to snap out of his trance before bursting back through the crowd at the bar and returning to the girl he was talking to previously without any drinks. George sighed deeply and watched, unsure of whether to stay with Paul in case he had another funny turn, or whether to just leave him to it, not wanting to get involved. He took a heavy breath and watched from a distance, narrowing his eyebrows.

"I don't mean to sound rude, but... Didn't you say you were going to get us some drinks?" The girl asked, glancing down at Paul's empty hands.

"A-Ah, yeah.. It was busy, so, uh.. I didn't bother." Paul stuttered, shrugging casually.

"Alright..." The girl scowled slightly, unsure of how to react to how different Paul was now acting.

"S-So.. What brought you down here, hm?" Paul raised his eyebrows, trying to focus all of his attention on the girl. As she spoke and continued to make conversation, Paul's eyes flickered over her shoulder and toward Daisy. Several thoughts were flashing through his mind; Why was she here? Why was she by herself? Was she here to purposely see Paul? But he didn't see her at all in the audience during the gig... Did she just show up by coincidence after they finished? Did she even know that he was here? Did she know that he... Still loved her?

No matter how hard he tried to fight it, he couldn't stop himself from looking at her. Anything the other girl was saying just faded into the background noise. Not even aware of how obvious he was making it look that he wasn't listening, he looked over the girl's shoulder one last time. For the first time in a long time, Paul and Daisy's eyes locked. Paul's breath hitched in his throat, instantly breaking eye contact.

"Y-Yeah, yeah, nice story, love." Paul completely butted into the girl's sentence, making her backup slightly, frowning at him, "How about that drink now, hm?" He smiled uneasily, making his way back toward the bar before she even had a chance to respond. He pushed his way forward, not even realising he was moving people out of his way. It was like he was in his own little tunnel and he wasn't entirely sure how to get out.

"What was that for?!" John teased, instantly turning around as Paul knocked him with his elbow.

"S-Sorry." Paul whispered, looking up at John. He chewed his bottom lip harshly, feeling his palms growing sweaty.

"Is something wrong, mate?" John scowled, taking a sip from his beer bottle.

"L-Look.. Over there." Paul's shaky hand pointed toward Daisy's direction, but didn't look as he was too scared to make eye contact again. John kept the scowl on his face and followed Paul's finger, slowly parting his lips in shock.

"Oh, shit.. Is that-" John mumbled, Paul immediately cutting in.

"It is." He said bluntly, taking a shaky breath, "I should go. I won't be any fun to be around knowing that she's here."

"No, don't let her spoil it. You're different now, right? Show her what she's missing." John grinned, nudging Paul's shoulder playfully.

"I-I can't..." Paul felt his voice starting to quiver, shaking his head.

"You... Can't?" John blinked hard, watching him closely.

"It hurts, John..." Paul licked his dry lips.

"/It/ hurts? Is that why you can't show her? Well, you didn't stop in Hamburg. Maybe you should go get /it/ looked at." John attempted to joke.

"It hurts looking at her and knowing she isn't mine." Paul's words came out fast and sharply, although practically in a weak whisper, not even taking his eyes off Daisy for a second as he spoke. John's eyes widened, realising the shakiness in Paul's voice. Paul turned to face him.

"Oh, Paul..." John sighed as he spoke, suddenly feeling his eyes grow even wider, "Oh, /Paul/..." He flickered his eyes behind him. Paul looked at John with a confused expression, about to ask him what he was getting at.

"Hi, stranger..." A voice spoke timidly from behind Paul. An all too familiar voice.

"I'll be around the bar if you need me." John smiled friendly at Paul, awaiting for Paul's nod before walking away to give him some space.

"H-..Hello." Paul swallowed hard, slowly turning around to face Daisy. He felt himself growing lightheaded, licking his lips quickly. Breathless.

"How've you been? How was Hamburg?" She asked in a jolly tone, smiling at him. Paul blinked hard, unsure of how to react to her tone of voice.

"It was great, thanks.. Everything is great." Paul tried to sound confident in his words.

"I'm glad to hear." Daisy crinkled her nose, licking her lips slowly.

"H-How have you been doing?" He swallowed hard, feeling his heart beating madly in his chest. The majority of him was frightened to hear that she had found someone else.

"Pretty good, thank you. I've been studying hard, so that's pretty much been my life recently. I have a test soon and I've had my head buried in a book, so I thought I'd give myself a break and come down here. To see who was about." Daisy shrugged, smiling. "And look who I bumped into.." She crinkled her nose, playfully nudging his chest. Paul widened his eyes, feeling himself taking a shaky breath.

"H-Ha, yeah.." He laughed once and uneasily while nodding nervously, trying to calm himself down. "W-Well, I'm glad to hear you've been doing well." He cleared his throat, slipping his hands into his pockets and pulling out a cigarette, offering the packet toward Daisy.

"No, thank you." She shook her head politely, watching him intently as he lit it while his hands briefly shook. "Paul... Are you alright?" She raised her eyebrows, licking her lips slowly. Paul followed her tongue with his eyes, almost falling into another trance. He wanted to tell her how upset he was, how down he was and how confused and angry he was at how she ended their relationship. He tried to find the words to say, to tell her exactly how her actions made him feel, but, right now, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. The girl he had wanted ever since the moment they said goodbye was right in front of him.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He spoke softly, exhaling the smoke after a drag. "Uh, would you like a drink, love?" He asked, unsure of what else he could do in the given situation.

"Let me buy /you/ a drink." Daisy smiled softly, reaching for her purse in her bag, "It's the least you deserve after how you looked the last time we said goodbye."

"I..." Paul wasn't sure exactly how to respond. She was being weirdly nice, she was buying him a drink for making him upset... His brain could barely process what to do or say. Did he tell her exactly how she made him feel when she ended it? No.. This was going well. He slowly nodded at her words, watching her closely as she walked up to the bar.

Paul turned his head to scan around the crowd of people within the club. The girl he had been talking to before seemed to have gone. He placed the cigarette back between his lips, brushing his fingers through the sides of his hair to keep it pushed back as he tried his best to remain calm.

"Here." Daisy spoke from behind Paul, making him turn around.

"Th-Thank you." Paul smiled appreciatively, taking the glass from her.

"I'll never forget your favourite beer." She winked, taking a sip of her own. Paul took a drink from his beer, feeling his smile widening as he listened to her.

"What are you drinking?" He tilted his head, looking down at her clear, bubbly liquid.

"Lemonade and gin!" Daisy grinned, taking another drink.

"Oh, I remember you loving that." Paul let out a small, soft chuckle, "I remember you getting rather drunk on it, too." He shook his head playfully.

"Shall we?!" Daisy gasped loudly, looking back and forth between their drinks.

"Shall we wha-" Paul scowled before Daisy cut him off.

"Get drunk!" She widened her eyes, her grin growing even wider.

"Are you sure?!" Paul laughed, the alcohol making him loosen up a bit and feel more comfortable about the situation he was actually in.

"Yes! Unless you /still/ can't handle your drink." Daisy tried not to laugh, playfully rolling her eyes. Paul scoffed playfully, squinting his eyes.

"O-Of course I can!" He lied, laughing out his words and took another drag from his cigarette before taking another drink from his glass.

"Hmm.. Prove it." Daisy spoke in a mischievous tone before turning in the direction of the bar again, "I'm going to get us more drinks! More and more drinks!"

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A couple of hours went by and Paul and Daisy were still in the pub. They'd lost count of the amount of drinks they'd had, and they were both very tipsy by now. Daisy had treat him to drinks all night; she had bought every single round. It was like their own little reunion party. Paul appreciated every sip of the alcohol and every bit of her company. For the first time in a long time, they genuinely laughed together and had fun. Paul couldn't remember the last time he'd been this happy. Though, with the amount of alcohol the night had involved, it was debatable whether he would actually remember tonight.

"Another one?" Paul slurred, swishing the beer around in his glass as he gazed down at Daisy with heavy eyes.

"D-Don't you think we've had enough?! You've still got some in your glass!" Daisy giggled, shaking her head. Paul pouted his lips before looking down at his still half full glass, suddenly grinning.

"Oh!" He widened his eyes, downing the entire contents of the glass in one, "Not anymore!"

"Paul!" Daisy shouted, kicking his foot playfully before frowning, "I need to go... My parents probably won't sleep until they know I'm home."

"L-Let me walk you home." Paul insisted, watching as Daisy's face instantly lit up, placing her empty glass on a nearby table.

"Paul... S-Such a gentleman." Daisy hiccuped, nodding quickly, "Lets go!" The both of them stood up, stumbling slightly as they made their way over to the door. Paul didn't tell any of the others he was going, he didn't even look back before the door shut behind them.

"Wh-Which way do you live again?" Paul teased, desperately trying to keep his balance in his drunken state. Daisy tumbled forward a couple of steps before Paul quickly reached out for her, helping her stay on her feet. He poked his elbow out, offering for her to hold onto him. She quickly accepted and linked their arms together, staying close to him as they tried to walk.

"This way!" She  exclaimed, pointing clumsily ahead of them.

"Yes, captain!" Paul laughed out his words loudly, walking in the direction of her house.

The both of them stumbled along the street, practically clinging onto each other to prevent themselves from falling over. Paul was on top of the world right now, he felt like he was the king of the world. He was loving every single second. He was happy again.

"Stop!" Daisy widened her eyes once they got to her house, gripping onto the garden gate and turning to Paul.

"We have successfully reached our destination." Paul grinned proudly, opening the gate for her.

"/Our/ destination?" Daisy arched a brow, looking up at Paul, "Are you trying to imply that you want to come in?"

"I- I didn't mean.." Paul spoke in a drunken voice, trying not to laugh, "Shit."

"W-Well... I mean... Would you like to come in?" She asked, biting her lip gently. Paul gasped dramatically from her question, blinking hard.

"Wh-What about your parents?" Paul slurred, raising a brow.

"Shh.. Just be quiet. Come on." She smirked, reaching for his hand and leading them both toward the door. Paul grinned to himself and obediently followed, watching as she fumbled with the door key for several moments before letting them both inside. She kicked her shoes off before looking back at Paul, gesturing toward the stairs. Paul kept his shoes on, not wanting her parents to question why there were some there in the morning that they didn't recognise to make them ask questions. The both of them tried their best to make it up the stairs quietly, almost falling over their own feet with each step. Once inside her bedroom, she closed the door quietly, turning to Paul.

"G-God, the last time I was in this room it didn't end too well!" Paul sighed, looking over at Daisy.

"Keep your voice down!" She whispered, playfully covering his mouth with both of her hands. He pouted playfully against her hands and gazed down at her as she stood in front of him, studying her face. He pressed a soft kiss to the palm of her hand, letting out a shaky breath. Daisy narrowed her eyebrows and slowly pulled her hands away, gazing down at them. When she looked back up, Paul's eyes were directly on her own, heavy and passionate. She stepped just an inch closer to them and then, just like one magnet to another, their lips touched. Paul made a soft noise, pausing for a few moments as if to wait to see if she kissed again. She did. Their lips repeatedly smacked against each other's, both of their breathing getting heavier and Paul's arms staring to snake around her waist, pulling her closer to him as her arms locked themselves around his neck. Paul pulled at her bottom lip, grunting softly as he felt Daisy's tongue desperately trying to seek entrance to his mouth. He responded by immediately parting his lips, making a soft noise as he felt her body brushing against his. She drove him absolutely crazy. She made him /crave/ her.

Before they knew it, Daisy's hands were on the opening of his leather jacket, pushing it clumsily off his shoulders and onto the floor.

"H-Hey, that was expensive!" Paul teased against her lips, moving his hands down to rest his fingertips just under the hem of her dress. Daisy giggled quietly and tugged his shirt and jumper over his head, tossing it to the floor.

"Paul..." Daisy whispered, leaning up to kiss him harshly again.

"Mm, yes, love?" Paul practically moaned out his words, lightly rubbing his fingertips against her bare skin.

"Do you want to get into bed?" She asked seductively directly into his ear, allowing her lips to linger against his ear for a few more seconds. Paul made a soft noise, swallowing hard at her question and pulling back to look down at her.

"I'd be a fool to say I didn't..." He whispered in a drunken slur, smirking as he felt her backing him up against her bed, the both of them not even breaking eye contact for a second.

"Thats what I like to hear, smokey lips." Daisy smirked. She bit her lip seductively when the back of Paul's legs hit the end of her bed, making them both stop for a brief second and study each other closely.

Within moments, Pauls' belt was undone, pulled out of the loops of his pants and on the floor. Daisy's dress was soon on the floor, joining the growing collection of clothes, along with Paul's pants. Her bed sheets were barely even pulled back before they both tried to squirm their way underneath them, their hands flying all over each other's bodies. The heat between their bodies was raging against their skin, their rapid, heavy breathing filling the room as their bare skin touched together for the first time in what felt like months. Their tongues danced together, barely even leaving time to breathe. Daisy's hands made their way down Paul's back, suddenly stopping when she felt the fabric of his boxers, "You forgot something. /Off/." She growled against his lips, tugging at the waistband.

"Oh, my apologies." Paul teased, wriggling out of his boxers before kicking them out of her bed and onto the floor. He placed both of his hands against the pillow at either sides of her head and gazed down at her with heavy, drunken eyes. She looked back up at him and licked her lips, reaching up to clumsily ruffle her fingers through his hair.

"Come back down here.." She whispered, trying to pull his face back down to hers. Paul crinkled his nose and let out a soft chuckle before leaning down to press their lips back together, taking a sharp breath against them before they both sunk back down into the bed.

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