AN: wow oh wow, can't believe we're at the end of this story. crazy crazy haha. i'd like to thank each and every person who's read it and loved it and supported me. thanks for everything and thanks for loving this story. i hope you enjoy this and dont be too mad at me please haha. have a great one, enjoy and thanks always :)
I shake my head and move it to lay my cheek on my knee so I can look to my left and the words that he spoke course through my head. Claiming I'm her child's father... There's an okay chance I could be... And I shudder at the thought, but I can't say that what he said didn't surprise me, but still. Again I know about his "reputation" of being with many women during this decade but even the knowledge of expected things doesn't prepare you for them affecting you. I sigh and close my eyes as the thoughts rush inside of me. It's done, and that's all to it. I certainly can't control it, and there is also not a thing I can do about it. I lift my head and sit back up to pick up the paintbrush that I get wet and I dip it into a color and touch to it the paper.
For the next maybe forty minutes I finished up George's figure with his black suit that are like the other three's and his large guitar he holds with one hand and then his dark hair. I did some last minute touch ups with the background as the same picture from before sat in front of me and I grabbed for the ink pen to sign it on the bottom.
"It turned out even better than I thought it would, you know." a calm and collected voice comments as I look over the work I accomplished it and I meet his eyes that look simply exhausted. What a great way to describe them.
"Thanks. I really like how it ended up too."
"You should, 'cause it's amazing, I think. I know that I could never do anything like that. You have a gift." he remarks as his pink lips move with each syllable and he travels over to sit in the recliner across from me.
"We can't just act like what just happened in there didn't."
"I know that," he pauses to blow out a breath between his lips and his head dips to look down. I glance back to the painting and begin to pack things up. "I probably shouldn't of told you that just now, but I know you'll keep it to yourself, and I wasn't thinking. I reckon it's okay that you know that, though, so then you know me a little bit more."
"I can tell you something about me if that'll make you feel better."
"Okay, but nothing that I already know." he comments with a forced grin that I recognize and I nod my head and then what to say comes to me.
I take a breath before parting my lips to tell him something I've never told anybody before, "I hope you won't think of me differently or anything because of this."
"I won't, darling, and I uh hope you think of me in mostly the same way as you did an hour ago." he assures me and I pick at my nail before meeting his waiting gaze again.
"The last guy I dated was one of those dream guys who had all of the good looks, some kind of talent, was well off and kind to pretty much everybody. We were only together one month, but we took things way too fast and about a week before I broke up with him I thought I was pregnant, which I wasn't actually, but anyways when I told him he couldn't cared less about possibly having a kid in the world. It really hurt me that he could brush it off so easily and also that he didn't say 'Oh, are you alright? How are you feeling about it?' when on the inside I was freaking out and wondering how I could raise a little person; a baby. Instead of that he just left and said he was going to his friends place to study, and I found out later that that night was the first time he cheated on me with my good friend. How awesome of a guy I was with, right?" I reveal slowly with the nerves bubbling up inside of me as his eyes watched me closely and my heart rammed against my chest while it sounded in my ears.
"Courtney darling, I-I dunno what to say. I'm sorry for how you were treated and that he didn't appreciate you like you should be, and I'm even more sorry that I don't do that enough." he speaks finally and I glance to the window that sun begins to shine through and the scuffling of feet on the floor sounds and then I feel his leg brush up against my shoulder.
"It's alright, I got over him eventually and found out that I was better off without him, even though it still hurt because I thought he actually cared. And of course there was all of that touchy feely stuff that tied into it, but I'm not going to talk about it because then I'll sound even more like a mushy girl if I do and I already feel like a really big one." I comment and I peel my eyes away from him to exhale and I see out the corner of my eye him moving down to sit next to me on the wooden floor that is covered by a big rug.
"He sounds like a pretty big jackass to me, and there's nothing wrong with feeling that way, love. Believe me, there isn't. I'm sorry you've had some crappy luck with men, but I'm trying to change it, if you'll believe me." he remarks with a look of meaning in his eyes that I can't ignore and I tilt my head to his shoulder and his arms come up to lace around my back, and it just feels right.
"You're doing a pretty great job, I'd say."
"Even though I make mistakes, can be a real grump sometimes and other times we do boring stuff?" he questions with a curious look and I nod my head as I peer up at him and he dips in to kiss my forehead.
"Ugh, that meeting was bloody terrible, Court. I fell asleep for a few minutes and then it all went downhill from there." he mumbles as my head is planted on his shoulder once again and I smile briefly.
"I'm sorry, but it's over now."
"Thank God. I was ready to just bolt out the door." he remarks and I laugh and he catches me in a small kiss that hardly lasted long and then my head is back on his shoulder and I'm poking at the buttons on his shirt.
I take a breath and look at the white buttons on his black shirt that really does look great on him. I think it brings out his light eyes and also the handsome five o'clock shadow the goof hasn't shaved off yet.
"I guess what happened with that one guy has brought up problems with me being able to trust guys and-."
"Hey, you don't need to apologize. It's alright and people teach us some good lessons even though they may be tough, but we'd be different people if not for them." he cuts in, and I don't mind it this time and I look to him with a smile and close my eyes.
"You have paint on your cheek darling and on your hands too."
"I already know." I respond softly.
"Mm, well I think it looks good on you, with you being so artsy and all." he remarks and I nod my head and nuzzle back into his shoulder.
"I'm sorry for not talking much now, I'm just tired."
"Oh, it's fine, love. Cuddle me all you want 'cause you know I don't mind it and that I like it too." he adds on and I smile with my eyes still shut and I feel him rub my shoulder for a second before it stills and then I hear nothing but silence.
"My bum is hurting from sitting on this hard floor and my stomach's rumbling, so lets go have dinner." Paul announces after what seemed awhile and I shake my head into his shoulder.
"But I'm not hungry and your arm is real comfortable."
"You are eating dinner with me, and that's final, Court. We can hang out again afterwards, now come on and lets go get fish and chips from a place down the street." he encourages and I sigh and let him help me stand up and I flick my hair over my shoulder and rub my eyes covered with some eyeshadow and mascara that I let Izzy put on me.
"Did Izzy give you a make over, love?"
"It took you long enough to notice." I comment with a smirk as we leave the flat and he locks the door behind us and I look back to see the dark, empty stairs with no fans surrounding them anymore. Hmm.
"Well I like it, for the record."
"Thanks, I do too, kind of." I reply and he continues to pull me down the dark street lined with aging streetlamps.
We soon arrive at the empty, but lit shop where tables are lonely in the odd corners and I sit down at a table like Paul suggested. I waltz over to a blue table with a glass bottle of ketchup and a shiny, metal box of napkins over near the wall to sit down at. I stand back up after sitting for only a moment and I find Paul at the counter handing a bill to the dark haired boy standing at the cash register and I bump his arm with my hand and he looks to me.
"Hey, I'm gonna go use the ladies room, okay?"
"Yeah, love, alright. I'll just go find us a table then, and don't be too long." he responds and I get a smile from him after he took the change from the cashier.
"Don't worry about me, I won't."
"You better not, 'cause the food will be here soon." he remarks with the grin tugging at his lips.
"I won't."
He smiles before winking at me and I turn to walk down the hall and I push open the door to find the bathroom all to myself and I go straight for a stall.
I walk back out to wash my hands and after checking my reflection in the mirror I set foot out in the hall only to bump into a tall figure and I'm surprised when I look up to see a familiar face who strikes me and a dozen memories in my mind that I can't push away as hard as I try while I look I to those eyes I've seen a hundred times.
the end
AN: thanks for reading, i hope this ending isnt too sucky but this is where i left it. dont be too mad at me please haha. have a great day and go listen to the beatles if you havent already haha! :) also im over on wattpad under the same name and i just started a new story over there if you wanna check it out! talk to ya later :) - chloe