Author's Note: Hey, everyone! I'm updating all of my stories this evening. The internet is fixed. Thank you to ringorrats for the lovely review :D You certainly made my day! Okay, so, here it is, chapter six of Who Knows How Long I've Loved You. Enjoy :)

Eleanor's POV

It's been five months since I left Manchester. I have to say, Liverpool is much better than Manchester. Even though my best friend's friend is calling me names, I love being in Liverpool.

Speaking about Paul's friend…I now have this strange feeling inside whenever I see George. I became shy around him, and my heart beats in a rather unusual way. Could it be? Was I in love with George Harrison?

George's POV

I was sort of surprised when Eleanor called me on the phone one cold Saturday afternoon. My heart was beating unusually fast when I heard her voice on the telephone. She told me she wanted to meet me in the park in five minutes.

"Why?" I asked her kindly.

"I have something to tell you," she said.

"Can't you tell me now?" I asked again.

"I…want to tell you face to face," she said. "Please?"

I sighed. "Alright. I'll meet you there in five minutes."

I was waiting in the park bench, facing to the frozen pond. It was really cold. Liverpool is very cold during winter. I could see my own breath.

"George?" said a girl's voice, and I glanced behind me.

I saw Eleanor standing with her arms crossed in front of her chest in a red winter coat. Her cheeks were really pink, and her face was as white as snow. Somehow, reminded me of that Disney cartoon character, Snow White.

I stood up from the bench, and walked closer to her.

"What is it that you want to tell me?" I asked her as I rubbed my arms to keep myself warm, even though I was wearing a coat.

"Well, George, I…" she paused, and pursed her lips. "I…I'm in love with you. Do you feel the same way?"

I blinked a few times, and my heart was beating fast. I couldn't believe she told me she's in love with me. How could she be in love with me when I've been such a bastard to her? She's one odd girl. Do I feel the same way? No. And I'm not lying. I swear to God, I am not in love with Eleanor Walker. She's a strange girl! She's not even attractive! Iris Caldwell is more attractive than her.

"Eleanor…" I said kindly. "I'm sorry, but…no."

She raised both of her eyebrows, and her brown eyes widened. "What?"

"I don't…I don't feel the same way," I said.

I saw the tears forming on her eyes. "Well, that was very unnecessary for me to tell you that," she said, looking away from me. "I thought…I thought you're teasing me, because you fancy me."

I shook my head. "No, I don't fancy you, Eleanor," I said. "I'm in love with another girl, and that isn't you. I'm sorry."

She breathed deeply, and then looked at me with those wide eyes. "Goodbye, then," she said.

Before I could say anything, she walked away from me. I heard her sobbing softly as she walked away. I just made a girl cry...and broken hearted...

Paul's POV

I was surprised to see Eleanor standing on my doorway. Her eyes were red and puffy, as if she'd been crying.

"Eleanor, are you okay?" I asked her.

She shook her head, and started to cry. "No." She sobbed.

I let her in, and we sat down in the living room. Her face was buried on both of her palms. I awkwardly set my arm around her shoulder to comfort her, but she kept on crying. It was a good thing dad and Mike weren't home.

"Tell me, what's wrong?" I asked her gently.

It took her a minute to stop sobbing, and she told me what she told George—including her confession of fancying him.

"Don't cry, Eleanor," I said to her as I slowly patted her shoulder. "You know, there are lots of boys out there, who wants to be your lover. Liverpool is quite a small place, but the world is much bigger."

"I know, but…I feel embarrassed!" she said. "I thought he likes me, too!" She started to cry—again.

"Eleanor, look at me," I said.

She looked at me while tears streamed down her face. I wiped them away from her face with both of my thumbs, and I looked at her eyes.

"You deserve someone better than George," I said in a comforting way. "He will, soon, realize he should've loved you back."

She'd stopped crying.

"Go on," I said with a smile. "Let me see you smile. Or else, I should tickle you to make you smile!"

She cracked a smile before I tickled her, and her eyes were filled with joy once again.

"There you go," I said with a grin. "You look much more beautiful, now, because you're smiling."

She smiled at me warmly, and gave a small laugh. "Thank you for cheering me up, Paul," she said, and gave me a friendly hug. "You're the best best friend I've ever had!"

I hugged her back, and set my chin on her head. "And you're the greatest girl best friend a lad can have," I said.

She let go off me, and looked at me shyly. "Hey Paul, can I ask you a question?" she asked me, and I felt her hand holding mine.

"Sure." I said, ready to know what her question was.

"If you have a girlfriend…how will you treat her?" she asked me.

I smiled. "Treat her like a princess, of course," I said with full confidence.

She gave a small laugh, and shook her head. "No, don't say that," she said. "Don't say that kind of shite."

"Well, how should I answer?" I asked her with an eyebrow raised.

"Like…you will tell her she's beautiful everyday," she said. "You continue."

I scratched my head. It was sort of weird to say that to a girl. But if she's curious, might as well tell her.

"If I have a girlfriend, I will tell her she's beautiful everyday. Talk to her, and share secrets with her. Laugh with her, too. Pull her to my lap—but not to feel horny, and all—so we can cuddle tenderly. I'll tell her how I feel about her. I'll open doors for her. I'll always be there for—when she does or doesn't need me. I'll pick her up, and kiss her under the rain. And if we marry, I'll spend the rest of my life with her, and love her all the time."

I saw the surprised look on her face, and the tears on her eyes.

"So, how was that?" I asked her with a small smile.

"I think that's very sweet of you if you do all those things to your girlfriend, Paul," she said with a wide smile.

"Thank you, Eleanor," I said, and winked at her.

Author's Note: Paul is very sweet isn't he? That's why I fell in love with him. Hahah! Thanks for reading, by the way! And don't forget to review this chapter :D I'll tell you a thing or two about the next chapter. It is on 1960, and Eleanor has her first kiss. Okay, that's it! No more! Guess who she's going to have her first kiss with :D

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