Daisy meant everything to Paul. As soon as he saw her, he knew all he wanted was his arms to be around her; to hold her and protect her from anything bad. He still couldn't quite believe that he was the one who kissed her lips and held her hand, he was quite literally like a teenager smitten in love. As he'd said to her before, he wanted so badly to make it within the music industry. Not only was it a dream of his to have a career in his favourite hobby, but he wanted to be able to use the money from the career to make sure he could look after Daisy for the rest of her life.
Right now, he was laid in his bed, tossing and turning as he longed for her to be by his side. Although, he was still greatly puzzled at why she was pushing away his affection recently. Although, as much as he loved showing his affection toward her, the last thing he wanted to do was make her feel uncomfortable, so he had made a decision with himself that perhaps he should lay off for a little while. Perhaps he was being too much.

He rolled onto his side and closed his eyes again, tugging at his bedsheets to pull them over his shoulders in an attempt to go back to sleep. It wasn't working. His body just wouldn't let him sleep. He grunted and turned onto his back, staring up at the ceiling in frustration. He rubbed his fists against his eyes and took a deep breath, waiting a few seconds before throwing the bedsheets off the side of the bed and climbing out of it, stretching his arms above his head and arching his back slightly.

After freshening himself up in the bathroom and getting dressed, he made his way down the stairs, ruffling his fingers through his hair. These were one of the rare times where he didn't actually have any wax in it; Just his normal, soft hair.

"Good morning, son." Jim, Paul's father, smiled warmly from the kitchen once Paul reached the bottom of the stairs. Paul turned to look at his father and smiled back at him, waving slightly.

"Good morning, dad." He crinkled his nose, heading toward the open door and leaning against the door frame once he got there.

"Would you like some breakfast? It'll be one of the last ones I make you before you leave again." Jim chuckled, leaning back against the kitchen worktop as he took a sip of his tea.

"Please!" Paul nodded eagerly, smiling, "A-Also, dad, do you mind if we use the back room to practice tonight?" Paul arched a brow, biting his lip gently.

"I... Don't see why not." Jim shrugged.

"Thanks, dad!" Paul grinned appreciatively, walking toward the back door and reaching for the cigarette packet that was laying on the windowsill.

"Well, I have to make the most of having you around seen as I won't see you for a while after tomorrow!" Jim winked, pouting his lips playfully and chuckling softly to himself.

"Oh, aren't you swee-" Paul attempted to say before loud, rushing footsteps took over, turning Paul's attention to the back garden as he watched with widened eyes as someone scrambled over the fence and down the other side.

"Th-Thank god you're here! God, please, let me rest here, please!" The deep voice breathed out, leaning back on his elbows against the grass.

"John!?" Paul shouted, scowling as he looked down at John's scuffed jeans. John raised his eyebrows and lifted his head to look up at Paul.

"I... I'm being... I.." John panted, narrowing his eyebrows and wiping one of his forearms against his forehead, "I'm being chased... I, maybe..." His voice trailed off. Jim made his way to the doorway, blinking hard.

"You maybe what, John?" Paul knitted his eyebrows together, placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting a match, holding it at the end of the cigarette before blowing it out and taking a drag.

"Maybe I kissed this guy's girlfriend..." John admitted with a sly smirk, still trying to catch his breath.

"Oh, god..." Paul rolled his eyes, exhaling the smoke before turning back inside to tap the ash into the ashtray on the windowsill.

"I told you, that boy will bring you nothing but trouble." Jim whispered bluntly to Paul, shaking his head discreetly.

"Ey, be nice." Paul narrowed his eyes, nudging his father's side playfully. Jim sighed deeply and turned to face the open back door, taking a breath before speaking hesitantly.

"Well, John, seen as you've quite literally just happened to drop by, would you like some toast, too?" Jim asked, holding onto the door frame with his fingertips. John slowly looked up, almost an expression of shock on his face from Jim's sudden kind gesture.

"I'd love that, Jim, thanks!" John beamed, nodding quickly. Jim squinted his eyes and muttered under his breath.

"'Mr. McCartney'. Not 'Jim'." He made sure neither of the young men could hear him and turned back to the kitchen, taking a couple more slices of bread out of the packet.

"You're going to get me into bother one of these days." Paul playfully shook his head as he sat down next to John. John winked playfully and let out a soft chuckle, lighting his own cigarette and taking a quick drag.

"Someone's got to. You can't be the little goodie-two-shoes in the band forever." John teased, exhaling the smoke and crinkling his nose.

"Piss off." Paul laughed back at him, resting the cigarette between his lips as he leant back on both hands, tilting his head toward the sun.

"Boys, your breakfast is ready," Jim called from the kitchen, carefully placing the slices of bread on two separate plates, "Can I trust the two of you to eat it out here without hearing a sudden clatter and smash of plates, hm?" He smiled sarcastically as he made his way out to Paul and John, holding a plate firmly in each hand.

"I will... However, if Paul places it on his lap and is to think of Daisy, he'll come over with an awful quiver and most likely eject the plate off him." John spoke in a playful tone, wiggling his eyebrows at Paul. Paul widened his eyes and shoved John's shoulder, feeling his cheeks growling red. Jim simply shook his head and turned to walk back inside the kitchen, sighing to himself.

"Dickhead." Paul rolled his eyes, picking up the toast and starting to eat it. John sniggered to himself and bit into his toast, leaning back on his free hand.

"I'm only thinking of your dad's pottery." John tried to speak in a serious tone, chewing his food quickly to try and stop himself from laughing.

"Oh, piss off." Paul squinted his eyes, huffing quietly to himself.

"You know, Macca, if I had a pound for every time you said that to me, we wouldn't need to attempt this music career." John joked, wiping the crumbs of toast off his face. Paul glanced over at John and playfully rolled his eyes, unable to stop himself from laughing.

"Dad said we can use the back room to practice this evening." Paul spoke with a mouthful of food, clearing his throat slightly.

"Oh, fantastic!" John grinned, finishing his final piece of toast before placing the bare plate on the grass by the side of him, "I'll give Pete a bell if you phone George."

Paul nodded, also placing his empty plate at the side of him, "George was coming around to mine anyway, we were going to make our way to wherever we were going to be rehearsing because he's in the area."

"Ah, I see. Well, I better head off and make sure that girl's boyfriend isn't hanging around my door." John chuckled, standing up and patting Paul's shoulder.

"Good luck!" Paul chuckled with him, shaking his head playfully as John leant down to pick up both of the plates before carrying them both into the kitchen, placing them next to the sink.

"Thanks for the toast, Mr. McCartney!" John shouted towards the living room as he walked passed it on his way to the front door.

"I'll catch you later, Paul. Tar-rah." John nodded at Paul, waving.

"I'll see you in a bit, mate." Paul nodded back, smiling as he stood up, brushing the crumbs off his shirt.

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"Paul, they're here!" Jim called from downstairs after a firm knock at the door. Paul suddenly raised his eyebrows and stood up from his bed, where he and George were surrounded in records.

"Coming!" Paul shouted back and quickly glanced in the mirror, flicking his leather jacket collar up and combing his fingers through his hair while George tucked his white shirt into his jeans.

"What about Pete?" George arched one of his thick, dark eyebrows.

"As far as I know, John has brought him with him." Paul shrugged with a smile as he pushed his bedroom door open before making his way down the stairs and toward the door, gripping the doorknob and opening the it.

"It's about time, it's bloody freezing out there!" John teased the moment the door was open, playfully nudging Paul's chest as he made his way inside, carrying his guitar with him. He was dressed in tight jeans rolled up at the bottom and a checkered shirt over a white one with his hair slicked back as usual. Pete barely even looked like her changed from last night; dressed in his leathers from head to toe.

"And it's nice to see you, too." Paul rolled his eyes playfully as Pete made his way inside, shaking his head.

"Did you end up having a run-in with that girl's boyfriend?" Paul chuckled, shutting the door.

"We don't talk of that." John narrowed his eyes playfully, following the others through the living room and into the back room. Paul laughed to himself and shook his head.

"What are we working on today?" George questioned, taking a seat in the back room and reaching over for his guitar to rest it over his lap.

"Well, we need to get the set list straight for Hamburg. I mean, are we sticking to what we agreed?" John replied, also taking a seat with his guitar while Paul and Pete chatted in the corner.

"I think so, it's one way to keep a reoccurring audience." George nodded, tuning up his guitar as he spoke.

"Right, lads, drinks?" Paul smiled, walking toward the kitchen.

"I think we'll all settle on a beer." Pete grinned, winking playfully.

"Beers it is! Beers all around! Just don't tell dad..." Paul laughed out his words, crinkling his nose as he walked into the kitchen.

"Or what, Macca?!" Pete joked, shouting toward the kitchen.

"Or I won't let you use Mike's drums!" Paul shouted back, gathering the beers in his arms and carrying the bottle opener between his teeth, mumbling almost incoherently from the bottle opener being in his mouth, "Right, lets do this."

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"Well, lads, I'll see you bright and breezy tomorrow!" Paul beamed, carefully setting his guitar down and raising his eyebrows with an excited grin.

"You're kicking us out early, Paul?!" John teased, standing up and slinging his guitar over his shoulder, making George flinch suddenly with it only being inches away from his face. Pete chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

"Give over, we need to be up rather early for tomorrow and we probably won't barely get any kip while we're there." Paul shrugged, also standing up and pushing his fingers through his hair, "Plus, I need to go say goodbye to Daisy."
The others rolled their eyes.

"So what you're really saying is that you're putting a girl over us." George teased, pulling on his leather jacket and placing a cigarette in his mouth as he made his way toward the door. Paul laughed his comment off and playfully squinted his eyes as he walked them toward the door, opening it for them.

"Dad, I'll be back soon!" Paul called to his father in the living room, waiting for his approval before shutting the door behind him.

"I'll see you in the morning, guys, I've gotta run. Mum's making me a big tea so I don't starve to death in Hamburg." Pete widened his eyes playfully, patting each of them on the shoulder before turning to walk in the direction of his bus stop.

"Bye!" They shouted back, waving at him as he walked away.

"I suppose I better get off to Daisy's so I get back before dad locks me out again." Paul laughed, hugging George and John goodbye.

"See you in the morning, Macca!" John smiled widely, turning in the opposite direction with George after they both said goodbye to Paul.

"Yeah, see you then!" Paul crinkled his nose before turning to walk in the direction of Daisy's house, placing a cigarette between his lips and quickly lighting it as he walked. He was excited to see Daisy again, as he always was. He hated having to say goodbye to her, though. Especially with them going away for such a long time. It was physically painful for Paul to be away from her that long. He was still just as as confused about the way she acted last night, though, he just couldn't work out why she suddenly didn't want as much of his affection. He took a drag from the cigarette and blew out the smoke, coming to the repetitive conclusion that he must've just been acting a bit too forward last night.

By the time he reached Daisy's door, his cigarette was pretty much finished. He tossed it onto the ground before walking up to her doorstep, knocking on the door with a soft sigh. Within seconds, her mother made an appearance.

"Hello, darling!" She smiled softly, opening the door and inviting him in. Paul smiled back warmly, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to her cheek.

"Good evening, love." Paul spoke politely, rubbing his shoes against the doormat.

"I hope you're well. Daisy is just upstairs in her room, I'm sure she'll be happy to see you." Her mother said, gesturing to the stairs.

"I hope you are, too. Thank you!" He grinned, making his way up the stairs quickly and toward Daisy's room, slowly pushing the door open.

"Mm, I thought I heard your voice." Daisy spoke quietly with a wide smile as she looked up from her bed, patting the space next to her. Paul's face instantly lit up, walking over to her and sitting next to her on her bed.

"Well, I thought it would only be right for me to come and see the most beautiful woman I know before I sail off to Hamburg." Paul shrugged teasingly, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and kissing the side of her head.

"Oh, stop it." She giggled shyly, resting her hand over his thigh. Paul made a playful noise, raising his eyebrows as he glanced down at her hand.

"Hmm... Be careful where you're going with that." He joked, instantly feeling his eyes fall shut as Daisy suddenly placed her hand on his cheek, bringing him closer and pressing her lips to his, kissing him sweetly at first and then slightly quicker and harder, whimpering against his lips.

"Mm.. That kiss has got to last me." Daisy whispered against his lips, nipping at them slightly.

"Come along with us." Paul whispered back, leaning back in to press a gentle kiss to her lips. Daisy crinkled her nose and kissed him back, raising her eyebrows as she pulled her head back.

"Come with you? And interrupt you and the Hamburg women?" She asked, making Paul question whether she was joking or not.

"They're not a patch on you, baby." He winked, crinkling his nose.

"Oh?" Daisy blinked hard, pulling slightly further back, "And you'd know?" Her mood changed.

"Baby... Don't." Paul narrowed his eyebrows, letting out a heavy breath and swallowing hard, "I was joking. Come on, honestly. You really think I'd do something like that behind your back?"

"I don't know, you said it." Daisy rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest and sitting up against the headboard.

"Daisy, it was a joke!" Paul raised his voice slightly, frowning before suddenly feeling the bottles of alcohol he drank from band practice starting to ring in his bladder. He stood up and let out a deep breath, scratching the back of his neck while Daisy stayed silent, staring down at her feet, "I'm going to the bathroom and then we're going to talk this out because I really don't know what's gotten into you since yesterday. I say the smallest thing and you blow up!"

"It's not my fault I worry about you being away." Daisy mumbled, still looking down.

"Worry? What do you mean?" Paul scowled, tilting his head slightly.

"About you... Out there... With other women." She shrugged, swallowing hard. Paul took a deep breath, trying to stop himself from blowing up in rage.

"Other women?! Daisy, I have never laid a finger on another woman while I've been with you!" He exclaimed, shaking his head.

"Paul, there's plenty of women who would risk their lives just for a peck on the cheek out there, god knows what they'd do for more." She shifted her gaze up to Paul's, chewing the inside of her bottom lip, "I don't like to think about it."

"Darling, even if there was a woman who wanted to act like that around me, I'd let them know straight away that I was in a relationship. Going behind your back is the last thing I'd ever do." Paul's tone of voice softened, almost ashamed that she would even think such a thing of him.

"I get jealous, Paul. When you're away, I don't know what to do, what to think. I hate it when you go away." Daisy brought her knees up to her chest, making Paul want to sit back next to her and tell her everything was alright. He hated to see her sad, but he couldn't just brush over what she had just said to him.

"What do you want me to do, hm? I'm in a band, I play shows, I travel around. It's what we do. I'm starting to live my dream." He pouted his lips, blinking hard.

"Mum said she didn't know how we'd be able to keep this up while you were constantly traveling back and forth. She didn't think we'd be able to keep it together." She spoke quietly, glancing back down at her feet.

"Maybe we should break up then." Paul spoke jokingly under his breath, turning to place his hand on the door knob so he could make his way to the bathroom.

"You know what, maybe we should." Daisy spoke bluntly, swallowing hard. Paul's eyes suddenly widened, instantly spinning back around on the spot, shaking his head quickly.

"N-No, no! I didn't mean it! I- I was just saying it because all you were saying was negative things.." Paul narrowed his eyebrows, moving closer to her and feeling his heart pounding madly in his chest.

"Well, you're right, Paul. It is negative. This isn't exactly happy, is it?" Daisy arched a brow, barely showing any emotion whatsoever. Paul took a shaky breath, sitting next to her and rubbing her shoulder gently.

"Baby, no... Please, we can be happy. We can work this out. We'll get through it, it's not like we haven't worked it out before!" He spoke quickly, desperately trying to convince her. Daisy simply shook her head, looking up at Paul.

"We can't, Paul. We've been on and of, on and off... And so on. Perhaps it's time to call it a day, hm? I think you'd rather that than us arguing." She spoke in a quiet tone, glancing up at him and speaking again before he even had a chance to reply, "Plus, you're going away tomorrow. You'll be able to get over it easy enough with all those girls around you."

"Daisy, there are no other girls! How many times do I have to tell you..." Paul shook his head, feeling his hands trembling as he gazed into her eyes, "Please... Can we talk about this? I want this. I want us." His voice was becoming more and more frail by each word he spoke, sighing sadly.

"Face it, Paul. We can't be happy. In these last two days we've argued, it hasn't been fun-" Daisy responded, raising her eyebrows as Paul quickly butted in.

"Couples argue! We can talk it out, we can get through it," Paul's voice quivered, making him frown as a lump grew in his throat. Daisy fell silent, watching Paul as he leant forward, taking both of her hands in his and bringing them closer to his chest as he whispered, "I love you..."
Daisy blinked hard, glancing down at her hands before looking up at Paul.

"Paul, no... I'm sorry," She spoke as she pulled her hands away, resting them in her lap and gazing up at Paul, "You should go. You'll only make it worse for yourself."

"I..." Paul felt his eyes welling up, biting down harshly on the inside of his mouth as he stood up, "I can't b-believe this..."

"Goodbye, Paul. Have fun in Hamburg." Daisy spoke softly, staying still on her bed. Paul shook his head and made his way over to the door, placing an unsteady hand on it before opening it and, doing the one thing he immediately wished he hadn't, — looking back at her for one last time. He couldn't even form any words to say. Especially not 'goodbye'. He took a heavy breath and walked down the stairs, walking out of the door as fast as he could in order to avoid making any conversation with her parents. The moment he got outside, he took his packet of cigarettes out of his pocket and placed one in his mouth, his hands still shaking like a leaf. He took a long, almost violent drag from it before exhaling the large amount of smoke uneasily and harshly chewing the inside of his cheek again, gradually starting to draw blood.

His world had crashed down right before his eyes. He had lost the one person he needed and wanted the most; the girl he treat like gold, the girl he loved with all his heart and the girl who would always make his problems disappear. He clumsily kicked a stone along the pavement, feeling his head banging with confusion, anger and upset. He pushed the cigarette back between his lips, inhaling the smoke again while he walked, and as the smoke left his lips, the taste of blood entered his mouth and the tears rolled down his cheeks, he felt nothing but regret for saying those few words while he was in a moment of sadness.
He couldn't help but repeatedly ask himself why he said or even thought those words. He rested his hand over his belt buckle, his bulging bladder being a constant reminder that he still needed to relieve himself. He wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand, sniffling to himself but immediately feeling his eyes filling up with tears again. He tugged at his belt slightly, whimpering to himself. He walked toward the familiar alleyway in front of him, darting his eyes back and forth before walking part way down it and turning toward the wall. Resting the cigarette between his lips, he stood with his legs shoulder width apart and swiftly unbuckled his belt before tugging his crotch open, letting out a heavy breath. Suddenly, his gaze turned to two beaming headlights shining directly down the alley.

"Oh, for fuck sake." Paul grumbled to himself against his cigarette, quickly fastening his crotch back up and walking back out of the alley and starting to walk back in the direction of his house again. Thoughts were going back and forth in his head, making his brain do back flips. What should he have said? How could he have saved their relationship? Was Daisy emotionless because she didn't want the relationship or had Paul done something to upset her? Did she really think he fooled around with other girls behind his back? His mind was a mess. He stuck his free hand out and dragged it along the wall at the side of him. His fingertips were rough from playing guitar, making him barely feel a thing but it didn't stop the skin from coming off against the wall as he walked with heavy footsteps in rage.

As he walked along the small footpath up to his house, he took the final few drags from his cigarette before stubbing it out on the doorstep and squeezing his thighs together as he pushed the door open. He quietly closed the door behind him, taking a shaky breath as he felt silently relieved that his father hadn't locked the door quite yet. If he would've had to climb up the drainpipe tonight, there would've definitely been something trickling down his leg. He rubbed his face with both of his hands, his eyes still clearly puffy from crying, before hurrying himself up the stairs. Upon hearing someone entering the house, Mike walked out of his room, arching a brow at the fast pace Paul was almost jogging up the stairs.

"Christ, Paul, dad almost locked the door on you again!" Mike chuckled, standing at the top of the stairs. Paul stayed silent, hoping Mike would move out of the way, "Paul?" Mike scowled.

"Mike, move." Paul mumbled lowly, standing with his thighs pressed against each other.

"What's wrong?" Mike asked, placing one of his hands on the bannister and one of his hands on the wall, completely obstructing any way of Paul getting up the stairs.

"Just move." Paul clenched his teeth, feeling his breathing growing even heavier.

"Only when you tell me what your problem is." Mike swallowed hard, widening his eyes slightly as Paul flared his nostrils, bringing his hands into two tight fists.

"I'm about to piss all over the bloody floor, that's what!" Paul shouted, trying to push himself passed Mike. Mike remained still, pretty much nailing himself to the floor.

"Keep your voice down, dad has just gone to bed! If it weren't for me, he'd have locked the door and you'd have probably made a puddle at the bottom of the drainpipe!" Mike tried his best not to laugh, scratching his nose slightly as he looked Paul up and down. He arched a brow when he spotted Paul's undone belt, looking up at him with a smirk.

"Mike, I swear to god if you don't bloody move..." Paul spoke in a low, serious tone as he cupped his crotch in his hands, squeezing it as he bobbed up and down on the spot, trying to stress his desperation.

"Oh, is that why you were so late home, hm?" He spoke with a smug smile, crinkling his nose, "And you didn't even have the time to fasten your belt up after you two had finished fooling around."

"Michael." Paul almost grunted out his name, that last comment particularly touching a nerve.

"Yes? What is it? Have you got her hiding in the bathroom? Is that why you're so desperate to get up there? She's the one that's crawling up the drainpipe, isn't she? That's why you haven't bothered to fasten your belt back up yet... That's not very gentleman like, Paul." Mike teased, biting his lip to hide a grin. Paul felt his body fill with rage, grinding his teeth angrily as he stepped forward.

"We broke up." He spoke quietly, too upset and angry to even accept it yet. Mike's tone of voice instantly changed, the smugness in his face dropping.

"Y-You what?" He scowled, dropping his arms by his side. Paul stayed silent, feeling his anger shooting through his body, "Paul, tell me what happened, I want to-..." Was all he managed to say before Paul's anger took over him, gripping Mike by either side and shoving him against the wall, making Mike squeal in pain as his body hit the hard plaster.

"We bloody broke up!" Paul exclaimed, marching toward the bathroom with heavy enraged steps.

"-...H-Help.." Mike gasped out his words, holding one of his hands against his side as he slumped against the wall, scrunching his face up in pain, "I- I want to help..." He whimpered, jumping slightly as Paul furiously slammed the bathroom door shut behind him.

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