A/N: I'VE FINALLY UPDATED THE STORY! HAHAH! I'll shut up now. Bahah! Err...never mind.
Just an hour later, Prudence got an unexpected visit from Paul. Her friends were just as surprised as they were when they saw Paul standing before the door. Emma was the one who answered the door. Prudence immediately stood up from the couch when she saw Paul standing beside the door, and she looked at him with a surprised and puzzled look on her face.
"Paul, what are you doing here?" asked Prudence.
"I need to talk to you, Prudence," Paul answered with a serious look on his face. "Privately. It's quite very important."
She walked towards him, and gently dragged him out of the room with the door closed behind them. They walked to a quiet hallway, and they had their conversation there.
"What is it, Paul?" she asked him kindly with a serious look on her face.
"I think I know who called Christian to come here," he said to her with a soft voice.
"Who?"
"John."
"John?"
"Yes, John."
"Why?" she asked him. "What makes you so sure that John called Christian to come here?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't really know, Prudence," he said. "I just had a feeling that he was the one who called Christian here."
She pursed her lips, and decided that she should confront John herself. She quickly walked towards her hotel room door with Paul following behind her.
"What are you doing, Pru?" asked Paul.
"Getting my coat," she said. She walked inside the hotel room, grabbed her coat, and walked out of the room with the door closed behind her.
"Let's go to the set, Paul." She said as she wore the coat, and walked towards the lift.
"Where's John?" asked Prudence as she walked (stormed) in to the club where they were shooting the film. "Where is he?"
"Why, hello, Prudence," suddenly, Cynthia greeted her with a warm smile on her lovely face.
"Hi, Cynthia," Prudence greeted her back with a nervous yet warm smile. "I thought you're still in Liverpool?"
"Just got back," she answered. "I was paying a little visit here. How are you, love?"
"I'm fine, thank you…and how about you, Cyn?" she asked kindly.
"I'm great, thanks for asking," she said with a warm grin.
"Have you seen John?" she asked again, quite impatient.
Cynthia nodded her head. "He's at the bar," she said, and Prudence immediately walked to the bar after saying thank you to her.
"John!" Prudence called, and John looked at her with a smirk on his face.
"What can I do for you?" he asked, holding his drink on his right hand.
"You called Christian, now, didn't you?" she demanded with a soft voice. "Didn't you?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know." He lied coolly.
"Don't lie to me, John Lennon!" she said. "Now, please answer my question. Did you call Christian?"
He pursed his lips, and he looked at her in the eyes. There was anger in her light blue eyes, and he didn't like it one bit. Might as well tell her the truth, then?
"Yes, I did call Christian," he admitted with a nod.
"Why did you call him, John?" she asked again.
"I called him to make you feel guilty. And why did I call him to make you feel guilty, you might ask? Because I know that you've been secretly making out with Paul McCartney," he said. "You have a boyfriend for Christ's sake!"
"Since when do you care about that? The first time I got here, you didn't care about me at all! You said to me that I'm just another crazy fangirl! And now all of a sudden you started to care about me!"
He didn't want to answer to the sentences, which she just said. He looked away, and scoffed.
"I'm going to tell Christian about what you've been doing," he said.
Her eyes widened. "What?" she asked.
"I'm going to tell Christian about what you've been doing with Paul," he said, looking back at her. "I will tell him everything. I will tell him that you made out with Paul. I will tell him that you are having an affair with Paul."
"You can't do that!"
"Oh, yes, I can. Watch me."
"You don't even know where he's staying," she said.
"He told me where he was staying when you and Paul were busy being together," he said, and stood up from the stool.
She pushed him back to the stool, and pursed her lips. She looked at him with sad eyes, hoping that he wouldn't tell Christian.
"Please, don't tell him, John," she begged. "He'll…he'll be crushed if he knows about my affair with Paul. Please, don't tell him."
He smirked, and rolled his eyes. "Oh, I don't know, Prudence," he said. "You know something? This argument reminds me of the previous arguments we had. You know, about Pattie and George."
"What about them?"
"You didn't want Pattie to be with George, because you're afraid that she's still going to have affairs even though she already has the last single Beatle on her hands," he said with a smirk. "And, now, let us take a look at you. You are having an affair, too! What a surprise!"
She pursed her lips, and rolled her eyes. She looked at him, and nodded her head.
"Fine. I'm going to break up with Christian." She said. "I'm going to break up with him, if that will please you. And if I had broke up with him, promise me that you won't tell him what I'd been doing with Paul."
He nodded his head. She walked away after saying a cold goodbye to him, and walked back to where Paul was standing.
"So, how did it go?" he asked her.
She took a deep breath, and sighed sadly. She looked up, and her eyes met Paul's handsome hazel eyes. Tears formed on her blue eyes, and she pursed her lips to hold her tears.
"I'm going to break up with Christian," she said slowly. "I'm breaking up with him so I can live peacefully for once." She nodded her head, and walked out of the building.
She wiped the tears away from her eyes as she walked down the cold streets of London, and went back to her hotel.
Meanwhile, Cynthia walked towards his famous husband with a puzzled look on her face. She smiled at him kindly, and sat beside him on the bar.
"What happened, John?" she asked him kindly, setting her hand on his shoulder.
"She was bitching out...having those syndromes while having period," he said.
"Oh."
It was eight o'clock in the evening. Prudence and Christian had just finished their dinner in a nice restaurant in the center of London. She had been kind to him, and kept on faking a smile to him.
The couple was now in a park. They were sitting upon the soft green grass by the lake, and it was quite dark. Prudence felt quite scared, but she wasn't alone. She was with Christian.
She took really deep breaths before telling Christian something very important. She hoped that she could manage telling him that important thing.
"Christian," she said with a sigh.
"Yes, love?" he answered while looking at her.
It was a tranquil evening, and the breeze was gently blowing her hair from her shoulders. She took another deep breath, and let out a sigh. She looked at him, and managed a smile.
"I need to tell you something," she said.
"What is it?" he asked her.
She looked away from his eyes. She couldn't do it. She couldn't tell him. Tears formed on her eyes, and a tear dropped from her left eye.
"What the hell happened?" he asked her, rather impatient.
"These next few words I am about to tell you…might not be pleasing you," she said. "I'm sorry, Christian, but…I'm breaking up with you."
He was surprised, and didn't believe what he was hearing. "What?" he asked in disbelief. "You're breaking up with me?"
She didn't answer, but she sobbed. "I'm sorry, Christian," she said under her breath. "Please understand how I feel. I don't want to be with you anymore. I still love you—"
"If you still love me, then why are you breaking up with me?" he asked her.
She hesitated. "I…I…" she didn't know what to answer.
He stood up from the grass, and looked at her with anger and sadness in his eyes. He pursed her lips, and put his hands inside his pockets.
"Is it about John?" he asked her.
She shook her head.
He pursed his lips, and decided to tell him what he knew. "I know that you and Paul had been fooling around," he said.
She looked at him in disbelief.
"You know what, Prudence? I thought that you're a different girl. I thought you wouldn't have an affair with someone else. I thought that you're happy to have someone like me. But you're not all of those things that I thought." He said.
"Christian, I—"
He shook his head. "Say no more, Prudence," he said.
"Who told you?" she asked him.
"I understand what John was talking about earlier this afternoon," he said. "You and Paul had been sneaking around secretly. You and Paul had been fooling around. That's why you're breaking up with me."
She couldn't answer him.
"Goodbye, Prudence," he said sternly. "Don't you even dare take me to the train station tomorrow. I don't want to see you again."
He walked away quietly and angrily. Prudence was left there in the park with tears streaming down her face. She knew that she couldn't manage it, but she did it.
Christian used to be that boy, who would cheer her up when she's crying and feeling blue. But now…he had left her alone in the park crying all the tears out of her lovely blue eyes, which he thought were beautiful.
She bent her legs, and hugged them tightly around her arms. She buried her face on her laps, and sobbed even harder, but quietly. It was a good thing she was alone in that spot.
Stop crying, Prudence, she thought to herself. Stop crying.
She finally managed to stop crying, and she wiped the sad tears away from her face. She let out a sigh, and stood up from the ground. She put her hands inside her pocket, and began to walk out of the park alone while looking down to her ground. She didn't dare to show her face, because it was long and sad.
It was very cold, and she could see her own breath before her mouth. The only thing that she could hear was her own thoughts, and the quiet sound of her footsteps.
She started to hum a cheerful song (not by The Beatles), and she was soon okay again. She's now free…as a bird.
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