The next Day paul went to the studio with George and they did their usual thing, record, argue, record some more, argue some more. George even got into it.
The day ended with John walking out angrily and George going back to Emily's in the same sort of mood. Ringo wasn't mad, he just didn't want to hang around anymore.
It was only Paul in the studio. He picked at his bass for a while before the door to the booth opened to a blonde that looked very familiar. He grinned at her and she started a bit at him being there.
"I'm sorry, I thought you all left." Linda said biting her lip. Paul shrugged.
"S'okay," he sighed, "I'll just leave." he stood up and walked out the door. Linda took his hand.
"You don't have to." she said pulling him back. Paul knew this was a bad idea. He knew he should leave and go back to Leslie and not stay here with Linda. His mind was screaming at him to leave to go to his girlfriend. If Linda knew he had a girlfriend she wouldn't be giving him that extremely pretty smile or still holding his hand, she also wouldn't be here right now either, or ever again.
He pushed all those thought away and followed her back to where he'd been sitting. Pushing back leslie and how terrible it was that he was doing this. What would she say to him? What would happen to them? He didn't care at that very second.
What was talking going to hurt? What was having a nice conversation with a pretty blonde going to do? But Paul knew it wasn't just a nice conversation. He very much liked Linda and he knew if he didn't stop it would be more than a nice conversation.
As he sat down next to her, he gave her his charming smile and she smiled back, making him blush a little. He never blushed, this was not going to end well he knew, but he did it anyway.
He talked to Linda for a while before the bad things started happening. As he talked to her they got closer and closer and Paul found himself kissing Linda's pretty smile. She wasn't protesting, so he kept going until they had their arms wound around each other.
Until someone interrupted...
"PAUL!" a very upset sounding Leslie said. He jerked away from Linda and looked at Leslie. She was sobbing and Linda looked confused.
"Who's that?" she asked slowly. Paul got up off the couch and stood between them.
"She's Leslie." he said, being vague on purpose.
"Yeah, She's Leslie," she sobbed, "His girlfriend! Who're you?"
"Well I'm Linda." Linda said looking at Paul and noticing how uncomfortable he was.
"Les, please," he said, "I'm sorry, I didn't-"
Leslie just shook her head and turned around and left, crying as she quickly as possible walked out. Paul felt guilty, and he could tell Linda was confused.
Leslie came home, still sobbing. She'd walked back, even though she was eighteen and old enough to drive. She didn't like to, so she'd walked to the studio planning on going back with Paul. It took her longer to get back because she'd walked and she was still sobbing, heartbroken and hurt.
She shut the door loudly as she raced to her room before Emily or George could notice her. The slamming of the door didn't help that. George poked his head into the foyer as she ran to her bedroom.
"Les, are you alright?" he called after her. George had become sort of a big brother to her, and she knew he cared a lot about her well being. If he knew what had happened Paul would no longer be walking the earth. She shut her door before he could follow her and talk to her about it.
"Em, I think Leslie's upset about something." he said sitting back down in the seat he'd left to see who'd come in the house. Emily was sitting next to him reading a book.
"Really?" she asked, "Is back already? She said she was going to see Paul." George shrugged and Emily sighed.
"I better go and see what's up." she sighed before getting up and going into the hallway to Leslie's bedroom.
She knocked on the door and waited. Leslie opened the door a crack and looked out at Emily.
"What?" she choked, trying to hide that she had been crying.
"George said something might be wrong." Emily said biting her lip, "Are you OK?"
Leslie opened her door the rest of the way and let her sister in, "You are not aloud to tell George though." she said pleadingly, "Because he'll overreact." Emily nodded and went in and sat down on her bed with her.
"OK, what happened?" Emily asked. She's gone back to being more of a sister rather than a mother to Leslie since she'd turned 18, and was just there to talk to her if she needed it.
"Well You know how I went to see Paul at the studio?" she asked playing with her fingers, as EMily nodded, "Well when I got there I went into the booth and found him...s-snogging another girl." Tears started to leak down her face and Emily huffed.
"What?" she asked in disbelief, "Paul did that?" Emily was slightly shocked, and Paul did seem like the type of person to do that, but not to Leslie. Especially when George would beat the shit out of him if he hurt her.
Leslie nodded and started to sob loudly, "He told me that he loved me last night! Em, I don't know what to do." she said as George worriedly stuck his head in.
"Everything OK?" he asked looking between the girls. Emily nodded and motioned for him to go away. He huffed and left the room again.
"You can't tell him, Em." Leslie pleaded, "He'd kill Paul if he knew."
"Well he deserves to be killed," Emily mumbled, "I'm really sorry Les. Do you know who the girl was?"
Leslie shook her head, "No, but she looked older. Closer to Paul's age I mean. Older than me..." she trailed off quietly and Emily felt so bad for her sister.
She wasn't happy with what Paul did and he wasn't about to get away with it either, "I'm sorry about Paul." she said with a sighed, "Are you hungry? I made some food for dinner." Leslie shook her head and Emily kissed the top of her head.
"Les, I have to tell George." she said gently, "He's clearly worried about you and he's going to find out either way." Leslie sighed and nodded.
"Just keep from over reacting?" she asked. Emily gave her a soft smile and nodded. She left Leslie to her bedroom and Leslie shut her eyes and found she was exhausted.