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Emma's POV

February 9th, 1964

I sat in Mandy's living room as she went to fetch us some snacks before the show would come on. I lay back in her comfy couch as I thought about The Beatles. They were finally in America and they were huge here. As I thought, I began to remember when John had suddenly told me that Paul hadn't said anything about it… It seemed like ages since I had last seen them.

They were going to be on the Ed Sullivan show and I was really excited for them. I hadn't seen Paul since the day I told him to let me go and I didn't want to see him again. Of course I had those days where I'd just want him to be there and hold me like he used to… I still loved Paul and I knew I would never stop but I needed him to forget about me. I had kept close contact with George and Ringo and I'd talk to John once in a while but never Paul. I could never face him again.

Mandy finally came back with the pretzels and popcorn as she turned the TV's volume up. On the screen was Ed Sullivan.

"Ladies and gentlemen… The Beatles!" He pointed to his right. What a great line. I smiled. The camera centered on 4 men and I recognized each one of them. They all hadn't changed that much, except for the longer hair. I listened intently as the girls in the crowd screamed on the top of their lungs.

Paul walked up to the mic and began singing:

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you,
Tomorrow I'll miss you;
Remember I'll always be true.
And then while I'm away,
I'll write home ev'ry day,
And I'll send all my loving to you.

I'll pretend that I'm kissing
the lips I am missing
And hope that my dreams will come true.
And then while I'm away,
I'll write home ev'ry day,
And I'll send all my loving to you.

All my loving I will send to you.
All my loving, darling I'll be true.

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you,
Tomorrow I'll miss you:
Remember I'll always be true.
And then while I'm away,
I'll write home ev'ry day,
And I'll send all my loving to you

All my loving I will send to you.
All my loving darling I'll be true.
All my loving All my loving ooh
All my loving I will send to you.

Paul looked like he was having the time of his life, they all did. All of their heads bobbed back and forth with the music. As I stared at Paul I began to notice how happy he looked. His mouth was dropped in an excited smile, and he would get even more ecstatic when the girls screamed louder. Mandy squealed beside me every time the camera went to George and he looked into it. George had told Mandy that every time he would look into the camera, he was looking at her.

But, the thing that occupied my mind the most was the song. The boys were performing the song that Paul wrote for me. Just thinking about that made my stomach began to feel nervous; like a cage of butterflies had just been released in it. I stared aimlessly at the screen with my mouth hung open in shock.

Mandy's POV

April 24th, 1964

Once I had boarded the cold plane and stored my luggage I had sunken into the not so comfy plane seat, but I didn't mind. If I had to sit through hours and hours of flying to see George I would do it, just to see his big smile or hear his voice warmed my heart. I suddenly realized I was exhausted, I had flown from North Carolina to New York and back at least 6 times this past month, and it was starting to catch up to me. As a sleep haze crept up on me, I felt a gentle tapping on my shoulder. I turned my head to the right and opened my eyes slightly, revealing who was next to me. A girl, maybe about 13 or 14 years old was staring at me with her big brown half shock and half curious eyes. She quickly looked down, tucking a piece of her thick wavy brunette hair behind her ear as her face flushed a dark red.

I smiled. "Yes sweetheart?" She quickly looked up and a small grin became plastered on her face, revealing her white straight teeth.

"I'm sorry to wake you but… your, your George Harrison's girlfriend… Amanda Camille Trescott." The girl stuttered making her seem so adorable.

"You can just call me Mandy." I laughed sleepily as I reached my hand out and she took it quickly. "And your name is?"

Her eyes became wide. "Jane Doe."

"It's nice to meet you Jane." I had gotten used to this kind of stuff ever since The Beatles had gotten very famous in America. I usually wasn't recognized much unless I was with George and of course I hated all the photographers and press idiots but I loved these types of people. The teenage girls, they were the most fun because they weren't looking for the latest article for The Global Inquirer they just wanted to know what the boys were like. Also some of them hated me for being with George, those were the ones that scared me.

I noticed that Jane had the name 'Paul' written in black on her wrist with a heart next to it.

"Is that real?" I pointed to her wrist with a slight smile.

"Oh no." She laughed at her wrist before looking up. "My father would never let me get a permanent one, he would go nuts."

I laughed, "I understand."

"Ask her about John." A whisper said.

"No George." Another one whined.

I looked in between the space that separated mine and Jane's seat, behind me sat 2 girls. They were both about the same age as Jane, but one had tight blonde curly hair that framed her pale skin and wore black rimmed glasses, under her glasses were her bright hazel eyes. The girl next to her had very similar curls to the blonde one except her hair was thicker and it was light brown, and a piece of hair was clipped up on the side.

"Hi." They both said quietly.

"Hello, what're your names loves?" I smiled. George's accent had rubbed off on me, I wasn't sure if it was possible but it just stuck with me and I liked it.

"Tori." The blonde one said.

"Allie." The brown haired one said.

"So… what's John like?" Tori perked up into a more alert position with a grin on her face.

"He's… very… funny." I struggled to find the right words considering John had hurt my best friend and ruined her relationship with a man she truly loved.

"I knew it." She sighed with a content smile as she sunk back into her seat, pulling her blanket up to her chest.

"Are you girls flying alone?" I asked.

"Oh no, Allie's mother is with us. She's in the front." Jane nodded smiling as she turned to the window were it revealed the darkness. "We're going to New York for The Beatles concert."

"Well, I'm sure the boys will enjoy your company." I nodded my head. "What seats are you in?"

"Front row!" Tori stuck her head in between the space of the seats.

"Hmmm maybe I could tell them to look out for three young 13 year old girls." I laughed as they smiled with me.

"Oh please Mrs. Trescott!" Allie stuck her head on top of my seat as Tori and Jane nodded their heads quickly. "It would mean the world to us!"

I laughed, these girls were just too cute!

"I'll make sure to inform them." I smiled.

The whole flight was very entertaining considering I talked to the girls the whole way, they felt very much like sisters to me in such a short amount of time. They also seemed like sisters even know they had told me they weren't related. Jane was very much in love with Paul, she had brought dozens of magazines to look at throughout the flight and she had circled Paul's face in the shape of a heart everywhere she saw it on the pages. Allie loved George to death; she asked me how George ate, spoke, and laughed. Allie also had a younger sister named Lucy whose world revolved around Ringo. Torie asked me about John the whole way and she insisted on knowing about his personality... I could only tell her so much. They had all kept me in a great mood throughout the flight.

Once I had gotten at the hotel where John, Paul, George, and Ringo were staying and passed through the photographers I walked into the elegant lobby and took the elevator up to the 10th floor. When I made it to the hotel room, I knocked on the big door and it was answered quickly, I was so excited to see George.

I could literally feel my face light up as he answered the door and I was met with George's long arms around my body rubbing my back. Every time I see George it seems like my whole world is bright and wonderful, like nothing could ever destroy that.

"I missed you love." George pulled back and gently kissed me on the lips.

As the kiss ended I touched his nose lightly. "I missed you too Georgie."

"Come on in now." He gave me a big smile as he grabbed my suitcase. I walked into the grand hotel room, but the feeling was the exact same as it always was: cigarettes, beer, singing, and guitars playing. As George set my luggage down I looked around. John was on the couch with his feet lying sloppily on the glass coffee table, he had a big black and white guitar slung onto his body. In the distance Paul was sitting at a black upright piano playing it hardly but gently, it was hard to explain. He had some papers scattered around him with a pencil lying on his ear. Ringo was on the phone and as soon as saw me he gave me a big grin and dropped the phone back onto the set making me laugh. He walked over and pulled me into a nice embrace.

"I could've sworn I saw you last week." He chuckled.

"How could I live without him?" I pulled back and laughed gesturing towards George who was pulling the guitar away from John like a child on a playground.

"How are Emma and her mum?" Ringo's face was filled with sympathy.

"Her mom's doing fantastic." I smiled. It was true. Emma's mom, Momma Jan as I like to call her, was doing so much better. She was gaining back the weight she had lost during therapy, getting her skin color back, and she was overall much happier. "And Emma… She met someone."

Ringo's eyes widened as he whispered, "Who?"

"This guy her cousin introduced her to." I said softly. "His names Ethan, but she's trying to forget about Paul; I can see it. She doesn't look at him the way she used to look at Paul."

"Paul's been a mess." He said quietly. "He just… sleeps around. Everyone can see that he's trying to find someone like Emma. I mean every girl he wants to get with, always somehow manages to look like Emma. It'll either be the eyes, hair, face… or body. It's inevitable for him."

I pursed my lips. "The crazy things people will do for love, huh?"

Emma's POV

December 10th 1965.

I was just about finished eating breakfast at my small wooden table when my house phone rang loudly. I rushed over to it and answered not wanting to wake Ethan.

"Hello?" I said quietly.

"Emma you are NOT going to believe what just happened!" Mandy yelled with excitement.

"What?" I asked curiously.

"I'm engaged!" She screeched into my ear.

"George proposed? That's great! I'm so happy for you!" I jumped up and down.

"Here George wants to talk to you." I could hear the smile in her voice as she handed the phone over to George.

"Ello' Emma!" George laughed.

"Hi George." I laughed back. "I am so happy for both of you."

"Thank you." He chuckled. "I'm hoping you will be at the wedding."

"Of course!"

"Do you want me to tell her?" George asked someone.

"Tell me what?" I asked. "Hello?"

"Can I do it?" Mandy asked.

"You can do anything you want." I heard George smile.

"Hello?" I asked again.

"So… Emma…. You're going to be my maid of honor!" She yelled.

"Really! Thank you so much!" I was ecstatic. We talked for hours before I finally let her get back to George. Mandy had gone to visit George but he took her on a surprise trip to London, then he proposed to her at dinner.

"What was all the commotion about?" Ethan laughed walking down the stairs in his pajamas. His brown wavy hair was messy as he rubbed his blue green eyes.

"George and Mandy are engaged!" I jumped up and down.

"That's great!" He pulled me into a hug before kissing me on the lips. Our kisses had feeling but it was never like Paul and I's kisses… We pulled apart but held hands walking towards the kitchen. I gathered my dishes and began to rinse them off in the sink as Ethan raided the fridge.

"I made extras." I informed him with a smile. He smiled back as he served himself eggs and toast with butter and I poured him a glass of orange juice. We sat at the wooden table, I scanned through a magazine and he ate his breakfast happily.

"When's the wedding?" He asked between bites.

"Sometime in March, they want to get married as fast as they can because George's schedule might get busy so they're trying to do it quickly. They're also going for a small wedding, just family members and close friends. And they love each other so they want to hurry it up." I smiled at the magazine.

"Aww." Ethan made a cute face at me. I finished reading the article and Ethan finished his food, I took his plates and placed them in the sink. I quickly ran upstairs to change into some casual clothes. Once I was in my room I searched through my closet when someone disturbed me.

"Hello beautiful." Ethan whispered. I turned around facing him.

"What are you doing in here?" I smiled. He pulled me in by my waist and kissed me gently. He then started to tug at my top before I stopped him.

"Not now." I said quietly shaking my head.

Ethan put his hands in surrender, he had a smile at his corners. "Okay, hands off for today."

"Oh shut up." I rolled my eyes with a smile as I trotted downstairs.

I had met Ethan in March of 1964 at a family party. My cousin Joseph had brought him to the party and introduced us and we've been together ever since. Ethan is 25, only one year older than me. What caught my immediate attention was how good looking he was. He had blue eyes but in different light they would turn green, and he had dark brown wavy hair which was so soft. When I first met him I wasn't sure that I was ready to actually start dating again but I decided that I couldn't be hung up on Paul forever. We would never see each other ever again… It pained me to know that but I figured that Paul had already moved on considering all the newspapers he had headlined with a different girl each time. It hurt me to see him with all those girls, but maybe… it was for the best. After the time was right, Ethan and I thought it was a good idea that we should move in together. We bought a small house with a ranch in North Carolina and I loved it, I had also bought an inexpensive one bedroom apartment just outside of Liverpool since Ethan had business trips there all the time and we loved to visit there on our own anyways.

Before I knew it I was already being scheduled to get my dress for the wedding. Mandy had chosen beige bridesmaid dresses with a bow lightly wrapped around the waist and a lighter shade for my dress, the maid of honor's. My family would be coming to the wedding but only the people that Mandy knew and that would be a lot of people.

At very last minute, I found out that all the boys were going to be attending.

-That included Paul.

A/N: So….. Yes, Emma is going to be at the wedding & whaddya' thinks going to happen when she sees Paul? (: hmmmmm!

I hope you guys liked this chapter. I know I sort of bunched the whole time they haven't seen each other into one chapter… sorry! But I found that was the quickest way to speed it up.

Oh and the 3 girls who were on the plane, represented me and my 2 other friends(: I was Jane cause' I'm the Paul lovvvvverrrr! And my best friend is obsessed w/ the name 'Allie' so I named her that (; And my other friend's favorite is John, so she got John ahaha.

Please review & if you do, please review nicely :D

Have a great thanksgiving, and thanks for reading!

P.S. Picture Ethan as Patrick Dempsey. That's the only guy I could picture as Ethan (;