Author's Note: Hi, everyone! I'm back after such stress from school to entertain you with this Paul fanfiction! But - BUT - I might not be back next week, because I must be REALLY prepared for the final exam. It's just one last exam, and then it's done. My life will be back to normal...unless if I don't pass and I'm in a mental hospital. So, yeah. This chapter is quite long, but...just try to chill while reading it, okay? :D

Paul's POV

July 10, 1964

It's been a hard day's night,

And I've been working like a dog…

Another LP release party. A Hard Day's Night was our third LP. Yes, that's right. John, George, Ringo, and I were finally at the top of the world. We loved hearing girls screaming our names and fantasizing us.

Brian invited a few friends of his from the press. We all would be interviewed, and it would be pretty boring. The same old off-topic questions. Well, we must be prepared for any kind of silly questions the journalists might ask us.

Photographers took pictures of almost everything we did. It bothered us, because we couldn't have a bit of space and privacy.

I was drinking champagne in Brian's bar. Freda, our secretary since we started performing in the Cavern Club, stood next to me.

"Are you enjoying the evening so far, Paul?" she asked.

"It's alright, Freda," I said, smiling at her. "And yours?"

"I think this one is the best LP release so far," she said, drinking her champagne, and then sighed.

"You look a bit down, Freda," I remarked. "What happened? Tell me."

"My boyfriend broke up with me, Paul," she said.

I gave her a small smile. "Don't be sad, Freda. There are still lots of chaps out there who are thinking about you, even though they haven't met you yet. And one of them will be very lucky to have you." I said.

She smiled. "Thanks, Paul."

"And Colin will regret for breaking up with you someday," I said, winking at her.

She giggled. "I love your pep talks."

"My pleasure, love."

She kissed me on the cheek, and then walked away.

I lit my cigarette while turning my back from a distant photographer. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I turned around to see John standing before me. I placed the cigarette between my fingers, and exhaled it away from John's face.

"Yes, John?" I said.

"Can you come with me for a while?" he asked.

"Sure."

I held my glass of champagne, and walked away with John. We went to a larger crowd of people, and I was quite confused on what he was about to show me.

"Tell me…doesn't that bird over there look familiar to you?" he asked, pointing at a girl standing in the center of the room in a yellow mustard mini dress.

I narrowed my eyes on her.

She had fair complexion. Her hair was straight and shoulder-length that softened her shy face. Her cheeks had the brightest shade of pink. And her eyes reminded me the pair of eyes I used to look at so tenderly. And I had a nostalgic feeling when I looked at her eyes.

"Do you know her, Paul?" he asked. "She seems very familiar."

My eyes widened, and I gasped lightly.

"John…" I said, and he looked at me. "That's Eleanor!"

"Eleanor?" he repeated. "Your ex-girlfriend?"

"Yeah, Eleanor Walker!" I said, grinning so wide.

"What is she doing 'ere, then?" he asked, smiling.

I shrugged.

"She has grown, hasn't she?" he asked. "Nice piece of ass, and lovely pair of tits."

I slightly hit his arm with my elbow.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"Don't say that." I scolded. "I'm going to come to her."

"Go ahead, then."

I fixed my tie, and touched my face just in case there was something there. I gave John my champagne, and then made my way through the people.

"Lovely song, Paul!" someone complimented.

"Thank you very much." I thanked hurriedly, and then continued my journey to Eleanor.

I smiled, and stood in front of Eleanor. Her dark eyes lit up when she looked at me, and her red lips turned into a wide smile.

"Eleanor?" I asked, grinning.

She smiled daintily, and clasped her hands before her. "Hello, Paul."

I brought her into my warm embrace, and she chuckled daintily.

"It's good to see you!" she said.

"It's good to see you, too!" I said, holding her tighter before letting her go. "Where have you been all these years?"

"I ran away to my Aunt Mary's house in Reading." She said.

"Why did you run away?" I asked. "Why didn't you run away to my house instead?"

"Well, I knew they were going to search me at your house, so I went to Reading instead." She smiled. "I'm sorry I didn't write to you. They might find me there."

"It would be better to give me a call once in a while." I said, taking a drag from my cigarette.

"Yes, and I'm truly sorry, Paul." She said.

I sighed, and there was that weight in my heart whenever I saw Eleanor. That kind of weight you feel when you see someone beautiful or handsome.

"Wow, Eleanor, you…you are more beautiful now." I admired her beauty.

She grinned daintily. "Thank you, Paul." She said. "You haven't changed one bit! Well, except your hair."

"D'you like me mop top?" I asked, smiling proudly.

"Yes, I like it very much." She said.

"What are you doing here, love?" I asked kindly.

"I'm a journalist now," she said, "for Rolling Stone magazine. This is my first assignment, actually. I just joined the crew last month."

"That's great! I'm happy for you!"

"It's a really fab job," she said. "You get to meet lots of singers, musicians, bands…everybody, basically. But I guess your job is more fab than mine."

"Being a celebrity is a hard work, you know." I said.

"What? Being cute?"

"Hey, it's not my fault for being adorable to teenage girls' eyes." I said, laughing. "I am effortlessly cute and funny."

"No, it seems like you're trying so hard to be both." She smiled.

"Alright, since when did you become so mean?" I asked, grinning, and she laughed.

"Eleanor?" someone asked, and we both turned our heads to see who was calling.

George's POV

My jaw literally dropped when I saw Eleanor standing before Paul, looking so beautiful and grown-up! Her hair was shorter, she wasn't using her spectacles, she didn't have those girlish freckles across her face—she looked so fresh and…more beautiful.

She grinned, and waved her hand at me shyly. "Hi, George," she grinned. "You haven't changed one bit."

"What on earth are you doing here?" I grinned. "I mean…is it work or you're good friends with Brian or something else?"

"I'm here because of work and Brian is a mate of mine ever since I joined the magazine," she said, smiling and giving me a thumb up.

"What magazine?" I asked.

"Rolling Stone." Paul said.

"Holy…you're beautiful, Eleanor," I blurted out.

Both Paul and Eleanor snickered, and I looked at them with an eyebrow raised.

"Thank you, George," she said with a shy smile on her face. "I never knew you're such a flirt." She winked at me.

I could feel my cheeks burning.

"He'd been a flirt ever since girls are wet for us," Paul grinned. "Nah, I think he'd been a flirt since he met Pattie at the film set."

"Oh, right! Little Georgie has a girlfriend," she teased, winking and grinning.

"Well, it's not that big of a deal," I smiled nervously.

"He didn't ask Pattie out, he asked her to marry him!" Paul chuckled, and Eleanor laughed.

"She really is beautiful," Eleanor said. "Who doesn't want to marry her, right?"

I grinned at her. I could tell something behind her dark brown eyes, she was a bit disappointed and sad that I had a girlfriend. I wasn't sure—maybe it's because I was too confident about her.

"Eleanor, have you met Ringo?" I asked her.

"Yes, I have," she nodded her head. "A few weeks ago, actually, at a club. He asked me to dance with him, and I couldn't refuse! He's a swell dancer…and a sweet bloke, as well!"

Paul nudged his elbow at me, and I shot him a look.

"Does it mean you fancy Ringo?" Paul asked her. I knew what he was up to.

"No," she shook her head, smiling. "My roommate fancies him, actually. Ever since we went to your concert last year. Man, she digs him a lot."

Paul and I laughed. I was glad to know she didn't have a crush on Ringo. If she did, I would be torn to pieces. Hold on—what on earth was I thinking? I have a beautiful girlfriend for Pete's sake!

"I love to get refreshments and meet Brian," she sighed. "Please excuse me, lads."

"Of course." Paul said, and she walked away so gracefully.

Paul and I watched her walk through the crowd. I knew Paul was just as amazed as I was. Who wouldn't, because she was more beautiful than the last time I saw her! She was all grown-up. She had her own career as a journalist in Rolling Stone magazine.

"Isn't she beautiful, George?" Paul asked me, and I nodded. "Well, it's a drag you have Pattie."

"And it's a drag for you as well to have Jane!" I said.

Paul just chuckled, and then walked away.

A few minutes later, I saw Eleanor talking to John in Brian's minibar. They seemed to be in a very deep and serious conversation, and I couldn't just disturb them. It was possible she was talking to him for her assignment.

My eyes widened when John set his hand on her lap and he whispered something in her ear that made her laugh nervously. I decided to interrupt their conversation.

"Oh, hi, George!" Eleanor greeted, her eyes lighting up and her smile widening when she saw me.

"Hello." I greeted back with a small nod.

"What are you doing 'ere, Georgie?" John asked, looking at me.

"Nothing, both of you seemed to be drawn into a very deep conversation, and I wanted to know if it's about our music, John," I said, looking at John straight in the eye.

"Bugger off, George." He said with a straight face.

"Well, John, I suppose it's all right for George to join in," she said, her hand on John's shoulder. "After all, I have tons of questions for all Beatles members."

John turned to look at her, and he smiled at her seductively. "Anything for you." He purred.

She chuckled nervously.

Eleanor's POV

I was very glad when George came to the bar. He'd saved my life from becoming one of John's mistresses. I found it very ridiculous, because John had never spoken a word to me ever since I dated Paul back in 1961.

I was actually interviewing him about his career and music and visions of the future for The Beatles, but all of a sudden he was flirting with me by touching me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I'd never gotten that much attention when I was just a teenager.

"Do you think you will still be together for another, uh…let's say five years?" I asked.

"Probably," John shrugged. "You know how long The Beatles is, right, Ellie? You were there when Paul and George first auditioned, and still a virgin girl. Probably we might start to fall apart, because we're married, having children…or maybe not."

"And what do you think, George?" I asked.

He paused, and then opened his mouth to speak. "I'm not really sure about The Beatles in the future," he said. "But if we do break up some time in the future…I know our music will still be played all over the world and through time."

I smiled. "That was very nice answers."

"We've never had these kinds of questions before," said John.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes, it's true!" George agreed.

"What do journalists you usually ask four of you?"

"Who are our girlfriends." George said.

"Our favorite food."

"Where we live."

"Favorite movies."

"And other unimportant questions similar to the ones we'd mentioned, love," John smiled.

"And it's nice to have serious questions from serious reporters, such as yourself." George said.

"Well, you both know me," I said, "I'm a very serious person. But I can be fun at certain times when it's needed."

I conversed with Brian, and then with Ringo. He was surprised to know I had known John, Paul, and George ever since I was thirteen years old.

I knew why Beth—my roommate—was in love with Ringo. He had the most beautiful pair of blue eyes I'd ever seen. I hadn't noticed them before. I didn't notice them when I was dancing with him months ago. And I felt very strange inside.

I sat on a corner when I felt very tired and the shoes, which Beth lent me, were killing me. I decided to take them off, and I sighed when how free my heels felt.

"There you are!" somebody said.

I opened my eyes, and saw Paul standing before me with a large grin on his face and his cigarette was hanging out his mouth.

I gave him a weary smile.

"Can I sit next to you?" he asked.

"Go ahead."

He sat down next to me, and we looked at each other.

"Are you feeling all right?" he asked.

"I'm fab." I said. "Just a bit tired, though. It's a good thing tomorrow is Saturday."

"Are you free tomorrow?" he asked.

"I've to type the report," I said. "But I might be free for lunch. Why? Do you want to catch up with the things you've missed in my life?"

He chuckled. "Yeah." He nodded.

"Well," I smiled, "I suppose I have to whole story ever since I left."

"What happened?"

Suddenly a photographer came to us, and took a picture of both of us. Paul didn't want to start a scandal, so he told me to follow him. We both stood up, and I carried my shoes as I follow him to a balcony. It was quite a cold night.

"My dad kicked me out of the house," I said, pushing a stray of hair behind her ear.

"Why?"

I chuckled, and looked at him. "Because I didn't want to break up with you."

"That's silly."

"I agree!"

"You could've stayed with me." He said, holding my hand.

I looked at him. I missed his warm hand upon mine. I'd always missed it, and I'd been longing to feel it once again.

"I couldn't," I said. "He would've been more furious if he knew I was staying at your home. I couldn't let my father become your father's enemy. I just couldn't."

"They still talk to each other…but they've never mentioned anything about us." He said.

I smiled. "That's good."

"Where did you stay then?" he asked. "All this time?"

"At my Aunt Mary's in Reading," I said. "I loved it there…even though she was never around, because of her travelling. She never told a word to my parents, and until now…they don't know where on earth I am!"

He smiled.

"And then I went to University of London, instead of Oxford." I sighed.

"Why? What happened?"

"I didn't get the scholarship that I wanted." I said. "But University of London was pretty fab. You do know I'm friends with Mick Jagger and Keith Richards of The Rolling Stones."

"How come?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"They went there." I smiled. "But I missed you more than anything, Paul."

I hugged him tightly, and inhaled his new scent—expensive perfume, his favorite shampoo, and Marlboro cigarettes. He hugged me back, and rested his chin on my shoulder.

"I missed you more, Eleanor," he said. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. I just couldn't." We looked at each other deeply. "It's hard to forget about you."

He kissed me, but I immediately pulled away even though I wanted him to kiss me all night long.

"I'm sorry, Paul," I said softly. "I'm engaged."

"What?" he asked.

I showed him the ring in my finger. "I'm engaged."

"With whom?" he seemed surprised.

"Just with this very nice chap I met in university," I smiled. "He's a really sweet person. Alan is his name."

"When did he propose?"

"After graduation." I smiled shyly, and giggled at the sad look he was attempting to hide. "It's not like we're going to be together for the rest of our lives, right?"

He didn't say anything. "What if I do think that way?" he asked.

I pursed my lips. "You have a girlfriend," I sighed. "And she's way prettier than me."

"I needed someone to love, and she's your replacement in the mean time." He said.

"That's wrong, Paul." I said, shaking my head.

"Alright, I'll break up with her if you want me to, and you can break off the engagement with your Alan!" he said, holding both of my arms.

"What if I don't want to?" I asked, my voice and face becoming serious.

"I thought you're not the kind of girl who wants to get married soon," he said. "I thought you still wanted to explore the world and get married at the age of twenty-four?"

"Things change, Paul. I've changed how I think." I said, pointing my finger at myself.

"Did your mind change when you moved to Reading? Where they told you to get married soon during or after university and be ignored by their husbands throughout their lives?" he asked.

I was in deep shock.

"You know nothing about Alan! You've never even met him before!" I said.

"Oh, Eleanor, I know what they're all like. He will start to ignore you after you are married to him. He won't have sex with you, he won't even sleep in the same bed with you, he won't touch you, and he won't even look at you and tell you how beautiful you are!" he said. "I'm telling you all this, because I care for you and I don't want that to happen to you, Eleanor. Please…get out of the relationship while you still can."

My eyes started to tear up. "I don't know why you're telling me this, Paul." I said. "Alan will never do such things to me. Probably it's you who will do those things that you've mentioned!"

"Me?"

"Yes, you! You were with another girl when you were with Dorothy, and you knocked a girl up when you were with Anita!" I said. "And I don't know if you'd done that when you were with me!"

"I would never do such things to you." He said, looking at me. "I love you too much and I could never hurt you."

"Well, you're hurting how I feel about Alan now," I said, tears streamed down. "If you love me, then please let me go and let me live my own life, because…not everyone end up being together until the end since they are in their early teens, Paul."

"I'll prove you wrong." He said.

Author's Note: What do you think, everyone? Will Paul and Eleanor end up together again, or will Paul have to say goodbye to Eleanor and watch her get married to Alan? Or...for those who ship Eleanor with George, will George dump Pattie just to be with Eleanor or be broken-hearted like Paul to see Eleanor get married? EVERYONE will see and find out in the next chapter. But for now...good night and have a nice day! :D

P.S. The Twist is the greatest dance ever!