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Layla's POV

The sky was a dull grey as what little of the sun there was, disappeared over the horizon. I sat tucked under the arm of John Lennon happy and content.

Forgetting about the date we were supposed to have earlier. Quite frankly I also forgot about George. I was happy to be in John's arms... More or less... And that's all that mattered! I thought to myself.

That short blonde-Cynthia? I think it was, is shooting me death glares which I returned happily. She could hop off a cliff for all I cared, which wasn't very much. I caught George looking at me and forced a friendly smile. He just gave me a half glare shaking his head.

What the hell was his problem? I hummed lightly trying to keep my balance under the pressure of

John's heavy arm pressing down on my shoulder. I hadn't been paying much attention as to where we were going until Paul dragged us in to a cozy looking tea shop. He held the door open for Cam who made a show of opening the door opposite his and entering through it. He seemed to shrink a bit before huffing loudly and entering the tiny shop. I laughed at this and John gave me a squeeze.

I smile wickedly over at Cynthia. Ha! girlfriend my arse! I though at her. The six of us slid into a small booth with warn red seats. Paul slid into the very middle as John and George slid in on either side of him.

That wanker Cyn squeezed past me quickly sliding in by John, leaving me no choice but to sit with George considering the fact Cam ha slid in by her trying to seat herself as far away from Paul as she could. I'd never understand my best friend. Why was she playing so hard to get?

(A/N: just because that might of been confusing... The order is this, left to right. Cam, Cynthia, John, Paul, George, and Layla. :)) I focused my attention back onto John who was now sharing Eskimo kisses with Cynthia.

Under normal circumstances I would of found this comical, seeming that John wasn't one for 'cute' gestures. 'So Cami when ye' gonna get me some cookies?' John smirked referring to the deal he ha proposed at the pool earlier. 'Sod off Lennon... And it's CAM! C-A-M' she laughed.

He looked down at the table picking at the peeling paint. 'I like chocolate chip ...C-A-M.' he said smoothly. Everyone shared a laugh including Cyn who made a show of batting her eye lashes and telling him how funny he was. I almost barfed. 'So ye play the guitar?' Paul asked Cam leaning on his elbow.

'Ya... Layla 'ere can rock a cool beat.' she grinned and I wanted to jump across the table and hug my friend. 'Really... Oh ya I totally forgot about that!' John grinned at me as I leaned toward batting my eyelashes. 'Ya... I think it was actually Ye're song.' I giggled as John nodded.

'John...' Cyn whined tugging on his arm trying to get him to pay attention to her. I rolled my eyes and "accidentally" hit her with my bag as I sat up to "stretch." 'OW!' she moaned grabbing her head. 'Oh I'm sorry!' I lied with a clueless look on my face.

'It wasn't 'at hard.' John laughed and I cheered silently in my head never once noticing George's sadden gaze. (Omg forgot how to spell gaze is that right? Haha :p)

CAM'S POV

Dam it Layla! I glared at her as she hopelessly flirted with a taken guy. Not that John seemed to notice he was 'taken' very much. I sighed feeling bad for George as he started at her. I doubted he liked her but you never know... I turned to see Paul. What?

When did he get there? I took into count that George and him had suddenly switched places. 'So are ye and Layla related?' he asked flirtingly not realizing what he'd done. Layla fell silent and stiffen as she heard this.

'No,' I said tearing up as I turned to hide my face. Everyone was silent by now. Paul didn't seem to notice. 'Oh so are ya here with ye parents?' he chirped happily. Shit I never cried in front of guys, and I didn't want to in front of Paul of all people.

A tear fell from my eye. 'Ye alright luv?' George asked looking concerned as Paul finally took notice. 'Did I say something?' he looked shocked. No! I wouldn't cry in front of them! I squeezed out of the booth before sprinting out the door. 'CAM!' I heard Layla shout behind me but I kept running tears stinging my eyes as I sprinted down the cold Liverpoolian roads. I was stupid to think I could get away from it... From them...

Paul stood up but I caught him by the collar before he could run. 'What did I do to her?' he growled. Wow seriously he was thinking about himself? I shook my head. 'Sit.' everyone was pretty shackled by now. 'What the fuck just 'appened?' John asked.

'I guess you guys should now... About Cam...' I sighed. 'But not her.' my head snapped up looking to Cyn. 'ye can't know.' I glared.

'I don't see me leaving in the near future.' she smirked holding on to John's arm. 'Just because that slut has problems.' I blinked once. 'Your dead.' I said icily and then I lunged at her not noticing Paul slipping out the door...

(normally I'd quit here but you guys deserve more! :D you know for the long wait.)

Sad and angry tears fell from my swollen eyes as I finally came to a stop my heart pounding and my lungs felt like collapsing. I screamed in agony to the night air.

God, I missed them. I missed them so much. I sat against an old tree, its long branches swaying lightly. I hugged my knees to my chest. Every tear that fell from my eye seemed to freeze mid air.

Of course not really, but none the less I couldn't bring myself to get up and get out of the wind. My body shook as I though. "why me? Why the fuck me of all people?" I wondered harshly.

"CAM! CAMI WHERE ARE YOU!" I heard a male voice calling out from a distance. I remained silent as the tears started to harden onto my cheeks, I sniffled lightly.

I curled up into a ball consoling my broken heart as if my own body could shield it from the heart break. "Cami love?" My head snapped up to look into the breath taking hazel eyes of James Paul McCartney. "It's Cam." I choked.

What a stupid thing to say at a moment like this I though. After all I hadn't even corrected him on the 'love' part though I knew it was just a British slang. "What's the hell is wrong?" he remarked ignoring my previous statement but there was no harshness to his voice.

"I'm fine!" I growled as he rolled his eyes. But he didn't say anything just shrugged of his jacket so he was only wearing a tight fitted tee. "Paul don't-" I started but he shook his head cutting me off as he draped it over my shoulders.

I shivered in pleasure at the warmth hugging it close to me. "Will ye please 'ell me?" he said quietly sitting down by my side. I looked over at him. "Fine." I sighed defeated.