Author's Note: Thank you for my beloved readers who read and reviewed the previous chapter! My apologies for not updating this early Valentine's Day chapter last Saturday. I had another acceptance test in a Catholic school, and I don't like it in there. And I felt like a loner when there was a thirty minutes break. Oh, well ~ a loner will always be a loner. Anyway, please proceed!

Paul's POV

I dropped out of school, because I didn't see any point of school or education. But George stayed at school until any chances we might be going back to Germany.

I couldn't stand a day without speaking to Eleanor—especially for two days! I talked to John about everything that happened on that Saturday night.

John looked at me with an eyebrow raised, and I raised one back.

"Well?" I asked.

"Well, I think you're madly in love with her, Paul," he said with a smirk as he leaned back against the sofa in the front room.

"What do you reckon, John?"

That smirk turned into a smile. "You should go tell her that you love her right this second, Paul. It's Valentine's Day. What if another chap gives her a love letter today, and she says yes? You might not have a chance to be with her, I tell ya."

"But…she has school." I said.

"I don't care if she has school or not. Just bloody tell her already, McCartney!" he said, sitting straight while pointing his finger at the front door.

I stood up from the sofa, and made my way out. "Alright, alright. Wish me luck, Lennon!"

"I wish you the best luck to get the girl, Paul," he said.

I rode the bus to her school, and glanced at my watch. It was almost dismissal, and at that hour she was having English class with Mrs. Fairchild. I scribbled the greatest love letter I could think of on the way to her school.

I almost turned back when I stepped out of the bus, but it had already gone away. I couldn't turn back—not now.

I ran through the doors while ignoring the thoughts in the back of my head to turn back. I climbed up the empty staircase while trying to find the classroom Eleanor was in.

I burst the door open when I'd found her classroom, and all eyes turned to me as I froze in the doorway.

"Paul?" Eleanor asked, looking surprised.

Eleanor's POV

Even though it was only two days, I didn't speak to Paul after that night. I quite missed him, though. And I felt quite guilty for ignoring him. I would secretly watch him from far when he wasn't looking or didn't notice me. I was hoping for a pretty bird to come near him, but not a single bird did. And yet—I felt rather happy about it.

All of my classmates started to be very lovey-dovey when it was finally Valentine's Day. They usually would find love letters and such—even though Ramona kept on teasing me for not getting any.

But when after I'd finished lunch and was heading to my next class, I found a letter sitting on my desk.

"Oh, look what we have here!" my classmate, Marianne, said as she sat next to me. "Eleanor got a letter from a chap!"

"Don't make a fuss out of it, Marianne," I said while shooting her a dirty look.

I wondered who would give me a letter.

I opened it under the desk while hoping it would be from someone decent and not Paul, but I was disappointed of the content of the letter.

I waved the letter in the air while giving a straight face.

"Whoever wrote this, it's not funny." I said.

"What did it say?" Marianne asked.

"You didn't get any love letter. It's a Valentine's Day joke." I said with a straight face, and then sighed.

I was glad when dismissal was almost near, and the last subject at school was English class. Mrs. Fairchild was talking about Homer's Odyssey. She discussed about how Penelope was faithful to Odysseus, while Odysseus was the opposite of her. It's already in men's nature, I suppose.

And then suddenly out of the blue, the door opened, and we all looked at the doorway. Oh, lord—it was Paul!

"Paul?" I asked, my heart was pounding inside my chest as if I was going to die of heart attack at that moment. Oh, please do.

"Mrs. Fairchild, can I have a few minutes to talk to Eleanor?" he asked.

Mrs. Fairchild rolled her eyes. "Make it quick, Mr. McCartney," she said.

My heart beat faster as he approached me, and I could hear Marianne whispering to her seatmate. I looked out of the window so I wouldn't make any eye contact with him.

"Eleanor?" he said to me softly.

I slowly looked at him. He was using his favorite black leather jacket, trousers, and boots, and a white tee-shirt inside. I heard he dropped out of school.

"Paul, what on earth are you doing here? I've got a class!" I said. "Can't you wait until dismissal?"

"No, I can't, Eleanor," he said, a little bit sternly. He pulled out a folded paper out of his pocket, and set it down on my notebook.

I looked at the folded paper resting on top of my notebook. Was it a…love letter?

I looked at him again, and he shot me the wink he knew that would drive me mad. "I'll see you after school," he said, and then stalked away with his hands inside his pocket.

"Alright, now, girls, it's time to go back to Odyssey and not discuss about Eleanor's love life." Said Mrs. Fairchild.

"Your love life is more interesting than Homer's Odyssey," Marianne whispered to me, and I smirked.

I was really nervous when it was dismissal. Ramona was nowhere to be found, and I couldn't run and hide from Paul when I saw him standing on the pavement while looking at me exit through the doors with his hands inside his pockets and a smile on his face.

"Let me walk you home," he said.

I didn't say anything, and kept walking to my right. Paul walked next to me still with his hands inside his pockets. An awkward silence hung above us, and I knew he was trying to say something, but couldn't figure out what.

"How was school?" he asked.

"It was fine, thank you." I retorted, and then came another silence.

"Thank you for the lovely letter, Paul," I said slowly and softly. I looked at him, and our eyes met. "It's very nice of you to write me that."

He smiled at me. "You're welcome." He said.

He walked faster than me, but he stopped abruptly before me. He turned around, and our eyes met. I raised both of my eyebrows questioningly.

"Paul, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Look, Eleanor," he began nervously, "I didn't kiss you because I miss kissing birds, and…I didn't write you that letter in minutes because I want you to fall head over heels in love with me and then break your heart in a few days."

I was puzzled. "Paul, what are you trying to say?" I asked.

"What I'm trying to say is…" he paused, and he held both of my hands lovingly. "Is…that I love you, my dear Eleanor Walker."

I set my eyebrows back, and looked at him tenderly.

He chuckled. "You know," he said, "the first time I told Dot that I loved her was: 'I fucking love you.' It's quite hard to say I love you without swearing. But I tell you that I love you from the bottom of my heart."

I could feel my heart beating very fast and it felt like Paul's face was getting closer and closer, but it wasn't. I squeezed both of his hands, and gave him a small smile.

"I love you, too, Paul," I said softly. "And it's nice to hear you not swear when you tell me those beautiful three letters word."

He grinned, and pushed a stray of hair behind my ear. "You're beautiful, Eleanor," he said.

I could feel my cheeks blushing heavily, but I failed to hide my eyes from him. He held my jaw, and gently kissed me on the lips. I was holding my breath with my eyes closed, and after twenty seconds I was breathing normally again.

My cheeks were probably very red, because he was giggling all of a sudden. Or he was always like that after kissing girls. Girls!

"Paul," I began softly, "I know you're a ladies' man and everything…"

"Look, I've stopped," he said while smiling. "I've seen you hurt a lot of times, and I don't want to see you hurt because of what I did. I love you a lot, Ellie. I will never do anything silly that will hurt you. Hurting you is like…is like…a vegetarian forced to kill an innocent animal."

I chuckled, and hit his shoulder gently. "You do realize you're a very sweet chap, don't you?" I asked.

He nodded his head with a cheeky grin. "Yes, I do, as a matter of fact," he said.

My, oh my. What a cheeky git he is.

"Take me home, Paul," I said with a grin. "It seems like it's going to rain."

"Yes, please allow me!" he said.

He ran first while dragging me behind him. We giggled as we ran down the street and people looked at us as if we were crazy or something. But some old people looked at us with smiles on their faces, and I heard an old lady said to her husband: "Ah, young love."

Author's Note: I'm just glad Paul and Eleanor are finally together! :'D That's all for now, folks! I will be back again on Saturday! Bye-bye, now!

- Fool on the Hill Far Far Away