Author's Note: Okay, so, I am updating this chapter as soon as I can. And after this I need to study for my Biology test. My life sucks. Have fun reading this chapter, everyone! Oh, and this chapter is quite...sad.

P.S. Thank you, ringorrats, for posting the link to this fanfiction on your Tumblr. I'd seen it, and liked it :) I feel much better, now.

Eleanor's POV

I looked at Paul with a nervous feeling in the deepest pit of my stomach as he took off my blouse. I was thinking of so many things as he slowly undressed me. I gasped when he kissed my neck. He pressed his body against mine, and he brushed his fingers on my bareback. He walked me to the bed as he nibbled the skin of my neck with his lips.

I squeaked when we landed on the bed. He was lying on top of me, and he kissed my lips. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. His hands were wandering around my body.

"Paul…" I said softly. "I'm nervous."

"Just relax, love," he said, still kissing my lips. "It will be a one fun ride."

I opened my eyes, and found myself lying on my bed, facing to the door of my bedroom. I sighed in relief. Thank God, it was only just a dream. But it felt so real! I felt his lips, his hands on my back—everything!

I looked at the clock, and it was five o'clock in the morning. I still had time to get ready for school. When I tried to roll over, I saw Paul from the corner of my eye still asleep beside me. I realized that I was wrapped around his arms, and his head was buried on my back. It felt really comforting being in his warm embrace—and sort of awkward, because of the dream I just had.

He stirred and moaned when I lifted my head. I looked at him, and he rubbed his forehead on my back. He raised his head, and his sunken eyes were looking at mine. Oh, God, he was still hugging me.

"Good morning, Paul," I greeted him with a cheerful smile.

He smiled at me back. "Good morning, Ellie," he greeted me back, and rested his head on my arm. "God, I'm still sleepy."

"Why don't you go back to sleep?" I suggested.

"No, I can't go back to sleep, now," he said, and sat on the bed. He sighed, and rubbed his forehead with his palm.

He looked at me, and my heart began to beat really fast. It was really hard to look away from him. Something in his eyes was really hypnotizing. Oh, God, he's now smiling at me. And then I remembered of the dream I just had.

"You look like a scared woman after having sex for the first time," he said jokingly, and I forced a nervous laugh.

I stood up from the bed, and walked to the window to open it. It was really cold outside, and decided to keep it shut. I turned around, and saw Paul sitting on my bed with his eyes closed.

"Paul, why don't you just lie down, and sleep for a while," I said as I approached him.

He lied down on his back on my bed, and dozed off again. His bangs were now covering his wide forehead, and I could see his armpit hair peeking from the sleeve of his shirt. Oh, God, he looked so handsome when he's asleep. I turned around, and gently hit my chest with my fingers to calm my heartbeat down. I wondered if he could feel my heartbeat while we were asleep.

I walked to my wardrobe to get my school uniform. I glanced at him, and he was still asleep. I walked out of my room nervously and quietly, and walked in the bathroom to have a nice shower. I looked at myself on the mirror, and thought to myself about lots of things. My mind began to wander off. And soon, I realized I have fears of mirrors. Someone could be standing behind me or next to me. I immediately stepped in to the shower after I took off all of my clothes.

When I walked in to my room after showering and using my clothes, I saw Paul slowly opening his eyes. He looked at me, and smiled in a relieved manner. My heart kept on beating really fast. Paul, stop looking at me!

"Feel better?" I asked him.

"Much better," he said, and sat on the bed. "I suppose, I should go back home."

"Yes, you should," I said. "Not that I am kicking you out of my house, but that you should go home and have breakfast, and get dressed. And I have to go to school in a few hours."

He laughed, and stood up from the bed. He slowly approached me, and I leaned against the door while wondering what he was going to do to me.

"I missed you so much, Eleanor," he said softly.

"I missed you, too, Paul," I said.

"You know…I had a dream of you just a few minutes ago," he said. "You were dying in my dream." He sighed, and then he hugged me. Paul is quite a hugger now. "I'm glad that it was just a dream. You're not dying, aren't you?" He buried his face on my neck, and his breath was tickling my neck.

I slowly shook my head. "Not that I know of," I said. "But, don't worry, Paul. I'm staying, and I won't leave you."

He looked at me. He looked really sad. Perhaps, he was still shocked of the dream he had.

I smiled at him. "I promise you." I said.

He smiled at me, and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. "Thank you," he said softly. "I…I…" He sighed. "Forget about what I'm going to say."

I nodded my head slowly. "Okay." I said.

He walked away, and sat on my bed. "So, I suppose, I should go back home, now?" he asked.

"Yes, you should," I said, and shook my head. "Not that I am kicking you out from my room, but…" I shrugged. "…I don't know."

He chuckled, and stood up from the bed. "I understand," he said with a wink, and then wore his jacket. "I guess, I'll see you soon, then?"

"Yup," I said, nodding my head.

He stood next to the window with a smile on his face and both of his arms wide opened. "Come here, love," he said.

I hugged him tightly as I could, and wrapped my arms around his neck. I planted a kiss near his ear, and then his cheek. I looked into his handsome hazel eyes, and then smiled. Go on, Eleanor. Open your mouth, and tell him that you love him.

She opened her mouth, and said, "Goodbye, Paul."

"Goodbye, love," he said, and planted a kiss on her cheek.

He walked out of her room through the window, and jumped off the roof quietly. He waved me goodbye, and I waved at him back with a smile. I closed the window, and then walked out of my room. I climbed down the staircase, and I heard someone softly crying in the living room. I peeked in, and saw my mother crying on dad's shoulder.

"Dad…what happened?" I asked him kindly.

He looked at me, and managed a smile on his face, but he still looked really sad. "Oh, hello, Eleanor," he greeted me, and wiped the tears away from his face. "You won't be needing to go to school today."

"Why?" I asked.

He sighed, and mother sobbed even harder. He looked at me, and pursed his lips. "Your Aunt Mary called a few minutes ago, and…she told us…she told us…about your grandmother."

"What about her?" I asked, pretending not to know everything.

"She passed away."

I didn't know how to react to that. Must I go down on my knees and cry? Or stand there and laugh? My grandmother…I only remembered of me when I was four years old, and I was sitting on her laps while watching her knit a sweater for me. And when I moved back to Liverpool…I rarely visited her. But whenever I did visit her, she seemed so happy. Not the sad widow, she was. Sweet precious memories came to me, and I started to break down and cry. I covered my face with my palms, and closed my eyes. I knew it was coming, and I never thought…I never thought it would be this sad.

I ran up to my room, and searched through my study desk. I opened each of the drawers, and saw a photo album. I set it on the desk, and opened it. There was a picture of me sitting on her laps with wide smiles on our faces. She seemed so happy to see me. I flipped through the pages, and I saw a picture of my grandfather, who died when I was only two years old. It was a picture of him and my grandmother looking so happy to see for the very first time. I closed the photo album, because it was really sad to see these pictures. Tears were all over the album, and I wiped them away. I couldn't believe my last grandmother passed away. Now I don't have a grandmother anymore.

We went to grandmother's house by six to take care of the funeral and everything, and I had breakfast there, because mother couldn't make breakfast, because she was so sad. Aunt Mary made me my breakfast, and she asked me how I was feeling as I ate.

"I feel so sad…" I said softly. "I can't believe…I can't believe she's gone."

Aunt Mary squeezed my hand, and managed a smile. "She's not gone forever," she said. "She told me…she'll always be in your heart."

My lips trembled, and my eyesight was such a blur. Tears streamed down, and I buried my face on my arm as I cried. I heard Aunt Mary crying, as well, and she patted my back.

"Don't cry, Eleanor," she said softly.

I kept on sobbing and sobbing.

Mr. McCartney and Paul came, and he told me he was very sorry about the loss of my grandmother. When Mr. McCartney left to speak to my parents, I was left with Paul, and my eyes were all red and puffy.

"Eleanor," Paul said to me kindly, "you can cry on my shoulder if you want to."

My lips trembled, and tears streamed down my face again. I hugged Paul, and buried my face on his shoulder. He hugged me back, and patted my back in a comforting manner.

"My grandmother's gone!" I sobbed. "I can't believe she's gone! I never thought it would be this…this…depressing!"

He stroked my hair. "It's okay, Eleanor, it's okay," he said. "Go on, and keep crying."

I cried even harder, and then looked at him. I wiped the tears away from my face, and he handed me a tissue. I wiped my wet face, and blew my nose. I sighed, and looked at my grandmother's coffin.

"Would you like to see her for the last time?" he asked me.

I looked at him, and nodded my head. We walked to the coffin, and there I saw my grandmother lying in the coffin. Her face was really pale and…blue. She was wearing the dress that I told her she looked really beautiful in. And in her coffin, there was the sweater, which she knit for me. I gasped, and looked away.

"I can't bare to look at her," I said. "It just makes me want to cry even more."

He walked me away, and we sat down on the sofa where I could calm down.

I held Paul's hand when we were in the cemetery. My mother and Aunt Mary cried even harder when they buried the coffin in the ground. I squeezed his hand, and looked at him, because I knew I was going to cry if I watched them bury her. He looked at me, and he managed a smile to cheer me up.

"It's okay, Eleanor," he said to me.

And when the burial was over, everyone spoke to one another. I smiled once again when Paul told me a few jokes to cheer me up. He knew how to cheer me up. And then Aunt Mary came to me.

"Eleanor, you never told me you have a really a handsome boyfriend," she said to me with a wide grin, her eyes were still puffy and red after crying.

Paul and I exchanged shy looks, and we both chuckled. I looked at my aunt, again, with a smile.

"No, Aunt Mary," I said shyly, "Paul and I are just good friends. We are best friends, actually."

"Oh, I see," she said, still with that grin, and then whispered in my ear, "He's going to be your boyfriend. Just you wait and see!" And then she walked away.

I chuckled, and looked at Paul shyly.

"What did she say?" he asked.

I chuckled, and shook my head. "Nothing." I said.

We went back to my grandmother's house, and I wandered about there with Paul. He only followed behind me, and commented about the things that were in sight. He went home with his dad after lunch.

Aunt Mary gave me a book, and she told me that grandmother wrote some things that I should read. I didn't want to read it along the way home, because I would cry in front of my parents just because of reading a handwritten book. I read it in my bedroom, and cried, because of what my grandmother wrote. She told me to take care of my parents, be good to them, and she wrote she was running out of time, and she was waiting for me up there. I closed the book, and buried my face on the pillow as I cried. I was going to miss my grandmother so much.

Paul's POV

I felt Eleanor's smooth fingers slowly touching my shoulders with a sexy smile on her face. I'd never seen her like that before. And she was dressed in a really sexy lingerie—but she was wearing a non-revealing pajamas a while ago. She looked like one of those hookers in Hamburg.

"What's on your mind, Paul?" she asked me.

"Nothing." I said, and then crashed my lips against hers.

I took off her lingerie, and observed her growing breasts. They were all right, and wanted to be in my mouth. We stood before each other—naked. We were admiring our naked forms. I let my eyes wandered down her body—the size of her bust, the curve of her hips, and how thin her legs were.

I opened my eyes, and raised my head. I saw Eleanor lying next to me in my embrace. And she wasn't naked. I was sort of disappointed about that. She smiled at me, and I smiled at her back.

"Good morning, Paul," she greeted me with that cheerful smile.

"Good morning, Ellie." I greeted her back, and rested my head on her arm. "God, I'm still sleepy."

She told me that I should go back to sleep, but I couldn't, because I was already awake. I looked at her after rubbing my temples. She seemed very nervous when I looked at her. I smiled of her silliness.

"You look like a scared woman after having a horrible sex for the first time," I remarked jokingly, and she laughed nervously.

I closed my eyes again for a few minutes, and then I heard her voice again.

"Paul, why don't you just lie down, and sleep for a while?" she suggested.

I lied down upon her comfy bed, and dozed off, again. I thought I was going to have the same dream, but I didn't. I still had a dream about Eleanor, but…it was sort of a nightmare. She was dying in my dream. I was really glad when it was only a dream. Just looking at her standing in front of the door in her school uniform made me happy inside, because she was still young and wasn't dying.

"Feel better?" she asked me.

"Much better," I said, and sot on the bed. I told her I should go back home, because it was in the morning already. She agreed, but she told me she didn't want to kick me out or anything. I could only laugh of her silliness. She amused me very much.

I slowly approached her, and she leaned back against the door. Silly girl, I wasn't going to do anything to her. I told her I missed her so much, and she told me she missed me, too. I told her about the dream I had—about her dying and all. I hugged her, and felt so safe in her embrace.

"You're not dying, aren't you?" I asked her.

"Not that I know of. But don't worry, Paul. I'm staying, and I won't leave you."

I looked at her, and she smiled at me.

"I promise you." She said.

I smiled at her, and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. "Thank you," I said, looking at her. "I…I…" Go on, tell her you love her! Only three simple words, Paul! "Forget about what I'm going to say."

She nodded her head.

I hugged her and kissed her again before I go back home. When will I have the courage to tell her I love her? And kiss her on the lips? Those lips I'd always wanted to kiss.

I woke up around nine in the morning, and someone was knocking on my door. I stood up, and opened it. I saw my dad with a sad look on his and a managed smile.

"Morning, Paul," he greeted me, "go and get dressed, will you?"

"Why?" I asked.

He sighed. "We're going to a funeral."

Uh-oh. "Whose?"

He sighed again, and his smile was no longer there on his face. "Eleanor's grandmother's." He said.

I was terribly shocked. Eleanor's grandmother passed away. I wondered how Eleanor felt about it.

Dad and I arrived at her grandmother's house before ten, and Mr. Walker greeted us in the front door. We came in, and people were dressed in black and looked very sad. Dad and I walked to Eleanor, and he told her how sorry he was of her loss.

"It's okay, Mr. McCartney," she said with a smile, her eyes were all red and puffy.

Dad talked to my parents, and I was left with her. I knew she needed a shoulder to cry on, because of her grandmother's death. And she looked like she was about to cry again.

"Eleanor, you can cry on my shoulder if you want to." I said.

Tears streamed down her face, and she hugged me tightly. She buried her face on my shoulder, and I hugged her back. I patted her back in a comforting manner.

"My grandmother's gone!" she cried. "I can't believe she's gone! I never thought it would be this…this…depressing!"

I stroked her curls gently. I told her it was okay, and told her to keep crying so she would feel better. She looked at me after crying so hard. I wanted to wipe her tears, but she did that before me. I handed her a tissue, and she wiped her face. She sighed, and looked at her grandmother's coffin.

"Would you like to see her for the last time?" I asked.

She looked at me, and nodded. We walked to the coffin hand in hand, and there I saw her grandmother lying in the coffin looking very pale. She was wearing a long dark blue dress, and she was holding a sweater. Eleanor gasped, and looked away.

"I can't bare to look at her. It just makes me want to cry even more." She said, and started to cry again.

I walked her to the sofa, and we sat there where she could calm down. Poor girl.

I stood next to Eleanor in the cemetery. The weather was very cold, but I could see the sun peeking behind the gray clouds. Eleanor held my hand, and I looked at her. Her mother and her aunt cried even harder when they buried the coffin. Eleanor squeezed my hand, and looked at me. I smiled at her to cheer her up, and told her it was okay.

When the burial was over, everyone spoke to one another. I was glad to see Eleanor smiled once again when I told her a few jokes to cheer her up. I didn't want to see her look really sad all day. Suddenly, her Aunt Mary came to us, saying:

"Eleanor, you never told me you have a really handsome boyfriend!"

Eleanor and I exchanged shy and embarrassed looks, and we both chuckled. She looked at her aunt again, and told her we're best friends. Her aunt whispered something in her ear, and then walked away. She chuckled, and looked at me.

"What did she say?" I asked.

She chuckled, again, and shook her head. "Nothing."

Dad and I said our goodbyes to Eleanor and her parents before dad and I went back home. Eleanor was smiling widely already, but her mother still looked very sad. Well, she had to, because Mrs. Walker's mother died.

"I'll see you soon, Ellie," I said to her as I walked away and waved at her.

"Bye, Paul," she waved at me back.

There was a silence between dad and I as he drove back home. He sighed, and I looked at him.

"Poor Eleanor," he said, "for losing her grandmother."

I nodded my head with my lips pursed.

"She looked so sad," he said again. "Can you do me a favor, Paul?"

"Anything, sir," I said.

"Make her smile at all times, okay?" he said. "So she can be happy…and you can be happy, as well."

I nodded my head. "Yes, sir." I said.

Of course, it would be my pleasure to make my beloved Eleanor smile. I always feel very happy whenever I see her smile.

Author's Note: Okay, it was a really long chapter. And a sad one, too. Thank you for reading, everyone, and don't forget to review. You can suggest, too :)