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Paul's POV

We still played at a few clubs even though we were going to Hamburg soon. Eleanor would come up to our gigs, some times alone, and some times bringing Ramona. But mostly alone. After gigs, she would come to Stuart, and hang around with him. There was still the usual look on her face—that look whenever she was around with someone handsome. Why the fuck was she still hanging around with him, even though I'd told her he had a girlfriend? Lied, I mean.

And so, one day—one night—I saw Stuart walking out of the club alone while lighting his cigarette. I followed him out, and left Eleanor mingling about with Dot and Cynthia.

"Stuart!" I called him, and he turned around.

"Yes, Paul?" he asked me.

"What the fuck are you doing with Eleanor?" I asked him.

"What do you mean?" he asked as he blew out the smoke through his nose.

"Don't play dumb, Stuart," I said. "What are you doing with Eleanor?"

"We're doing nothing, Paul," he said coolly, putting his cigarette between his fingers. "Why? Would you like to see us fucking each other in front of you like what you like to do with Dot in front of Eleanor?"

"No, I don't want to see you fucking her," I said, and shoved him angrily.

"Don't push me, McCartney!" he said, fixing his black leather jacket.

"Or what?" I asked him. "Are you going to cry to your mother, and tell her about me pushing you? And I wasn't pushing you, I was shoving you!"

He shoved me back. "It's the same fucking thing!" he said.

I shoved him back violently this time. "Stay away from Eleanor!" I said to him angrily. "Don't you even dare to lay your eyes on her! If you do, I'm going to make you blind!"

He scoffed. "I'd like to see you try." He said.

And then I began to attack him.

Eleanor's POV

August was around the corner, soon, and I couldn't sleep day by day—thinking about what it would be like without the boys around. Without Paul around.

I kept on coming to their gigs in different clubs, and I would some times sneak out of my house to see them perform. It's a good thing my parents were easily distracted.

The boys were performing in the Casbah Club, and they were awesome as always. I didn't bring Ramona to the club, because she wasn't allowed to go out. I watched the boys perform with Cynthia and Dorothy. They both looked really beautiful—dressed in black, and tight mini skirts. I never looked good in mini skirts…I couldn't understand why.

And when the boys were done performing, they would go down the stage to have a drink, or snog with their girlfriends—the main thing John and Paul would do to Cynthia and Dot. And they were snogging in front of me. How uncomfortable was that? And I could see their pink tongues. Oh, disgusting!

I scanned the room, and looked for familiar faces. George was drinking alone in a bar. I wanted to go say hi to him, but I was too shy to do so. Stuart was busy fumbling about his bass guitar. And Pete…I wasn't really closed to him, so I just let him be.

"Can you please stop snogging?" I begged them as I rolled my eyes.

Paul was the only one who stopped snogging. Thank God! I didn't like to see Paul kissing Dorothy. If he was kissing me, I would certainly like it very much.

"I'm sorry, Eleanor," he said teasingly. "I forgot that you don't like kissing."

"I do like kissing, but I don't like seeing people kissing," I said with my arms crossed.

He laughed, and tapped the tip of my nose. "You're so adorable when you're jealous," he said.

He left me with Dorothy, and John did the same thing to Cynthia. We ended up talking to each other, but all they talked about was how sweet Paul was, and how handsome John was. I was standing there, looking like an idiot, not talking about my boyfriend—like I have one. Cynthia was the one who noticed my loneliness.

"Why don't you go ask George to dance with you, Eleanor?" Cynthia asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't think I am able to ask him to dance with me, Cyn," I said. "We haven't said a word to each other, ever since…well, you know."

"Oh, come on, Eleanor," she said with a smile, "George is lonely, and you're lonely. George is shy, and you're shy. George is quiet, and you're quiet. You both mash well!"

I shook my head. "I don't think I still fancy him, Cyn," I said. "He broke my heart."

"Silly Eleanor!" she said. "Life goes on, and why don't you go try it again?"

I shook my head, being stubborn.

And then we heard people shouting outside the club. Cynthia, Dorothy, and I shared surprised looks, and then went out of the club. I gasped when I saw Paul and Stuart punching each other. Both of their faces were bloody. Cynthia and Dorothy were just standing there, begging the boys to stop fighting. I ran back in to the club, and looked for John. I couldn't find him anywhere! And so…I had no choice but to tell George.

"George!" I came to him, and he looked at me with a surprised look on his face.

"Y-yes, Eleanor?" he responded.

"You have to come out! It's urgent!" I said.

"What's happening?" he asked as he stood up. Oh, dear God, he was standing so close to me.

"It's horrible, just…please, come with me," I said, and had no choice but to hold his hand. There were blisters on his fingers after pressing the guitar strings, but his fingers were really soft!

I dragged him out of the club, and we looked at Paul and Stuart punching each other. But Cynthia and Dorothy were still begging with tears on their faces. I couldn't understand why no one saw Paul and Stuart fighting.

I looked at George with my lips pursed. "Well, don't just stand there!" I said to him, and he looked at me. "Stop them!"

"I can't! I'm…I'm too weak," he said shyly.

"Oh, George, you're such a pussy," I said, and grabbed him by the wrist again.

We stood beside them, and I put him hands on my waists.

"You, two, stop fighting!" I said angrily. "Both of you are acting like two immature children!"

They didn't listen to me, and kept on punching and kicking each other.

I told George to stand behind Stuart, and grab him. I stood behind Paul, and grabbed him with all my strength. Finally and successfully, George and I managed to separate the boys fighting. Paul tried to kick Stuart's face, but he missed.

John came out of the club, and he demanded: "What the fuck is going on?"

Cynthia ran to John, and hugged him. "Oh, John, it was horrible! Paul and Stuart were fighting!" she said as she sobbed.

"What the fuck were you two fighting about?" John demanded angrily.

I held Paul back, and I tried my best to keep my balance. "That bastard was bothering me!" Paul said as he pointed his finger at Stuart.

"It was Paul who started it!" said Stuart.

"Will you please just stop it?" I begged angrily. "You both sound like four-year-olds!"

I dragged Paul back to the club, and let John and George deal with Stuart. Paul and I sat on the bar, and I looked at him with an angry look on my face.

"What?" he asked.

I slapped him on the face. He looked at me with a surprised look.

"What the hell was that for?" he asked.

"For fighting with Stuart!" I said. "Seriously, Paul, what the fuck was that for? Something silly, I suppose."

He wiped the blood away from his face using tissues, which the bartender gave to him. He didn't say anything to my question. Maybe I was too harsh on him.

"I'm sorry for slapping you," I apologized to him softly. "I was just mad for seeing you quarreling with Stuart."

"You know what?" he asked. "I'm supposed to be apologizing to you…for being immature. You were right…we were fighting about something silly."

I smiled at him. "You look like a pile of shite," I said, and he laughed.

Dorothy came to Paul with a worried look on her face. "Oh, Paul! Are you all right?" she asked him.

"Yes, I'm all right, love," he said to her.

"Let me fix you up," she said. "You look like…a mess!"

"A hot mess, I am," he said, and winked at her.

She chuckled, and he stood up from the chair. They both left me alone in the bar. I was about to leave, when George sat beside me.

"Hey," he greeted me.

"Hi, George," I greeted him back.

He smiled at me. "Nice cardigan," he said kindly.

"Thank you, I…sewed it myself," I said, without pride in my air.

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

I nodded my head with a sigh. "Yes, I'm fine," I said, and rubbed my forehead with my palm. "I'm just…tired."

"Because of the fight?" he asked.

I nodded my head. "Where's Stuart?" I asked, looking up.

"He went home," he said. "John and Cynthia are taking them. And where is Paul?"

"In the bathroom with Dot," I said. "She's fixing Paul's face. You know, wiping the blood from his face."

"Oh…" He said.

And then there was an awkward silence between us. I glanced at my wristwatch, and it was almost midnight. I sighed. No wonder I felt so sleepy.

"Look, George, I have to go home," I said as I stood up from the stool.

"Why?" he asked.

"It's almost midnight," I said wearily.

"Why? Are you a Cinderella or some kind?" he asked jokingly.

I laughed at his little joke. "Maybe, I am," I said with a smile. "Who knows?"

He stood up from the stool, and put his hands inside his pockets. "Can I take you home, Eleanor?" he asked me. "It's late at night, and you know how dangerous Liverpool can be when it's late at night."

I nodded my head. "Yes, I suppose, you're right," I said. "Go get your guitar case."

He walked back to the stage quickly, and grabbed his guitar case. He went back carrying it, and stood before me.

"Let's go, then?" he asked.

"Yeah." I said, and then we walked out of the club together.

George walked beside me. If he were my boyfriend at the moment, we would be holding hands like what lovey-dovey lovers would do. But we weren't, and so, we kept our hands to ourselves.

"What do you think about the gig?" he asked me to break the silence between us.

"It was awesome, as usual," I said with a smile. "I really like it when you sang Everybody's Trying To Be My Baby."

He grinned. "Thank you," he thanked me.

"You should sing more, you know?" I said.

"I want to, but I'm just…terribly shy," he said.

"You know, some times the shyest person gets to be the most successful and famous," I said rather slowly as we got in to the bus. "And I am very sure, you're going to be really famous—and so will Paul, John, Stuart, and Pete."

"Thanks, Eleanor," he thanked me again, and this time, he said my name. "Boy, was I wrong."

"Wrong about what?" I asked him, looking at him.

"About you," he said, looking at me back with those warm dark eyes. "I thought you were another annoying bird, who is trying to get my attention, but…you're not."

I chuckled, and I could feel my cheeks blushing heavily. "I used to be that girl, don't you remember, George?" I said with a shy smile. "But, now, I've changed…I don't know what made me change. Now Ramona told me I have high standards, because I don't listen to rock and roll that much now. I listen to French songs, French phrases slipping out of my mouth, and living in a Bohemian style." I shrugged. "Well, I don't know…what do you think, George?"

"I think…it is very cool that you take fancy of French songs, and French culture, and living like a Bohemian," he said with a smile. "Can you say one French phrase, please?"

"Parlez-vous français?" I asked him in French with a shy smile.

"What does that mean?"

I laughed. "It means, do you speak French?" I translated for him.

He laughed. "No, I certainly don't!" he said, and we both laughed.

He stopped at my stop, which was sort of far from his, so he could walk me to my house, and be a gentleman. He walked me up to the front porch, and stopped there to say good night.

"Thank you for taking me home, George," I thanked him shyly.

"It's my pleasure, Eleanor," he said to me with a smile.

"Good night," I said, "and have a safe bus trip home."

"Thank you, and good night to you, too," he said, and then walked away.

It was nice talking to George in a friendly manner. And it felt good to talk to George, again. And looking at each other without me feeling nervous.

I walked in to the house with a smile on my face. It was a fun night—even though there was a little conflict between Paul and Stuart, and I had to separate them. But, still, it was a fun night. Because for the first time in my life, George Harrison talked to me in a friendly and loyal manner. Unlike before. But, life goes on like they say.

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