Author's Note: Hi, everyone! I'm back! Please forgive me for taking me so long to update this fanfiction that I'd been working on for almost a year. I had been planning to update after final exam was over. It is over, and I'm waiting for the result on Saturday, which is two days from now. So please pray for me that I will pass the exam and also middle school :D

That's what had been going on in my life right now, so I'm done ranting about it and I'm going to let you read this fanfic :D Enjoy ~

Eleanor's POV

It was on a Sunday morning, but dark clouds covered London. I wasn't really surprised about the gloomy weather. I was in my room typing my report about The Beatles' new album release. Thoughts about Paul crossed my mind—without me wanting to. I'd seen pictures of him on newspapers last year when I was still in university. He seemed different than in the pictures. He looked…real and more handsome. Just thinking about him made me shudder.

I shook my head and literally slapped myself for thinking about Paul. Sure, I missed him…but I was engaged! I now only see Paul as my friend—a good friend of mine that I'd known since I was thirteen…and an ex-boyfriend.

I heard a knock on my door. I turned my head, and Penny—my roommate since university—opened the door.

"Eleanor, you've to look out your window!" she said, running inside my room.

"Why?" I asked, puzzled.

She opened my window, and both stuck our heads out the window. I gasped when I saw Paul on the sidewalk holding his acoustic guitar. I was also surprised no one had noticed him there. Well, I lived in a peaceful neighbourhood.

"Paul!" I shouted his name, and he looked up. "What on earth are you doing here?"

"I just want to drop by and sing you a little song I wrote," he said.

"Oh, please, Paul! Not now!" I begged.

Penny shoved me playfully. "What on earth are you talking about, woman?" she demanded with a grin. "Paul McCartney is down there, and he's going to sing you a song, but you refuse to hear him sing?"

I sighed. Penny didn't know anything about my background history with Paul.

"Please, just give me a chance." He begged. "Please, Eleanor?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Alright, Paul!"

He picked his guitar strings, but all I heard was a faint sound of sweet guitar picking. He began to sing. I couldn't really hear the words of his song, but I heard: "Someday, you'll find I was the one."

"That was good, Paul," I said, nodding my head, when he was finished.

Thunder grumbled angrily and rain immediately poured down London. I rushed down the apartment when I realized Paul and his guitar were going to be wet. I walked out into the rain to get him.

Paul's POV

"Come on, let's go inside, Paul!" she said out loud under the harsh rain. "Your guitar will be broken!"

She pulled me, but I remained standing there. "Only if you promise me you'll love me no matter what!" I said.

"Paul, please!" she begged, looking deep into my eyes. I realized she really cared about my guitar…so did I.

I began to walk, and she invited me into the apartment. I closed the door, and I looked at her. She was soaking wet, but I still found her very beautiful. She squeezed her hair and water dripped to the rugged floor.

"Will your guitar be all right?" she asked after she realized I couldn't take my eyes off her.

I nodded my head.

"I suppose, you'll have to wait until the rain stops." She said. "Come on."

I followed her up the staircase, and we went inside her flat. Her flat was well furnished. I could see the living room from where I was standing. It was sort of like an apartment where mods live—fancy-looking furniture's, colorful rooms, Mahogany tables…all that sort.

"Here he is, Penny!" Eleanor said out loud.

A good-looking lady went out from a room and showed herself to me wearing a wide grin on her face and sparkles on her bright blue eyes.

"Paul, this is Penny, my best pal and roommate," Eleanor introduced quickly. "Penny…you know who he is."

I smiled at Penny and offered her my hand to shake. "Hello, Penny."

She giggled nervously as she shook my hand. "Hi, Paul."

I suppose it was a very great moment for her, because a Beatle was in her flat. Make that the cute Beatle was in her flat.

"Penny, why don't you make tea for us, while I go get towels?" Eleanor required.

"Right."

Penny walked away after giving me a smile to the kitchen, while Eleanor went to another direction. I leaned the guitar against the wall near the door, and then went to where Eleanor was. She was taking two towels from the closet.

"Eleanor?"

"Jesus, Paul!" she sighed, looking at me. "Must you follow me wherever I go?"

"No, but do you want me to?" I asked cheekily.

"No." She said, closing the closet door. "What is it this time, Paul?"

"I want to tell you…" I paused and pressed my lips together. "I broke up with Jane."

She didn't seem surprise. I forgot she was a professional in hiding her emotions from people.

"That's a foolish thing to do, Paul," she remarked, and then walked away. I followed her.

"You know, you mustn't do that just to get me again," she said. "Whatever you're doing, it won't stop me from marrying Alan."

"I don't care." I said. "I'll do anything just to get you back. Are you aware I'll get you in the end."

She gave me a towel. "You're very infuriating, don't you realize that?" she asked. "And stop getting lyrics from your songs."

I giggled. "It's just one time."

"But still I find it annoying." She said, a small smile peeking on her lovely face.

I didn't stay long at her flat—only until the rain stopped. We talked over teas and scones. I told Penny—who knew nothing about Eleanor and I—about the two of us back in Liverpool. I would always sneak a peek at Eleanor when I told Penny our story, and Eleanor's cheeks would grow red and she would try to hide a smile.

"I'm surprised that you've never told me that, Eleanor," Penny said to Eleanor.

"I was afraid you'll beg me all day long just to see the cute Beatle, Penny." Eleanor answered with a smile. "Don't you like it this way, though? I know, I do."

"Yes." Penny smiled daintily. "I love surprises. But the good ones."

Eleanor giggled and sipped her tea like the Queen—so gracefully and carefully, and her pinky raised.

When the rain stopped, Eleanor walked me to my car, which I parked on the end of the street from the left.

"Where do you live now?" she asked.

"At John's place for a while." I said. After a short pause, I asked her, "When is your wedding?"

"Two months from now."

"I'll try to be happy for you."

"You don't have to do that if you don't want to, you know."

"But I won't give up." I said. "Look, our relationship didn't officially end. You didn't say anything when you left Liverpool."

"Please, Paul." She begged. "Let's just forget what had passed. I don't want to think of my days back in Liverpool…especially the day when my father disowned me and kicked me out of the house. I've got a new life now, Paul! I have a marvelous job, a marvelous place, a loving partner. Can't you forget about us?"

"I don't want to, Eleanor." I looked at her. "I've tried, to be honest! I drank all the sorrow when you left, but I still couldn't! It's bloody hard to forget you, Eleanor Walker! Jane…she was just a replacement of you and to fill a large hole of my broken heart! I fucking swear to God, I'm confessing all this to you, Eleanor!"

She slapped me across the face and then she gasped.

"Oh, my Lord!" she gasped. "I'm so sorry, Paul! I—"

I set down my guitar quickly. I held her face and kissed her lips. She let out a soft moan, and I felt her muscles relaxing on my palms.

"Do you remember that?" I asked her after we kissed.

A tear dropped from her eye, and she nodded slowly. "I've almost forgotten the chills I get when you kiss me." She said softly. She fluttered her eyes and looked at me with her mouth parted. "Please…kiss me again."

I grinned. "Gladly."

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I kissed her. I felt happy to know she wanted me to kiss her. I've missed the feeling of her lips moving against mine…and her warm and tender embrace. They all went back to me.

"I love you, Paul." She said in a whispering voice.

I looked at her, and her eyes were closed.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

She opened her eyes, and she looked at me softly and smiling so sweetly. She nodded her head, and her smile turned to a grin. "I'm positive, sir. I've never stopped loving you."

I felt jittery. I wanted to dance with her on the sidewalk in front of God and whoever was watching from their windows. And we did.

Author's Note: I'd been watching Fifties, Sixties, and Seventies romance film so please try to understand that my style in writing this chapter is sappy and cheesy. Tell me what you think about it by this magical word called REVIEWING :D and I want to send my apologies to my readers who are writers whose story I read that I hadn't been reading your fanfics because I hadn't opened my email in a month and probably story alerts are buried deep down in tons of emails from Twitter. Here's a cupcake to make you feel better 3

Anyway, bye everyone! :D