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Chapter 8

Eloise

The next few days everyone was busy. Whether it was getting ready for the show or rehearsing, there was always something going on.

At the moment, I decided to forget everything about home for now. I can't really dwell on it while I'm here plus it's going to be a while before things get sorted anyways but for now I'm living in the moment.

Until…

"Okay it's official. I have jack crap on what to wear," I said, plopping down on my bed.

"Oh don't be such a baby there has to be something," Cynthia said.

"I might as well go naked," I mumbled.

"You better do no such thing," she said.

I rolled my eyes as I smiled at her, letting her know I was just joking. I got up from my bed and joined her as we went through different clothes. The guys were rehearsing and wouldn't be home for a while now so it was just the two of us.

"So what do you think of the men?" she asked.

"They're nice. Ringo and John are a bunch of personalities," I replied.

Cynthia laughed lightly. "I know and yet I live with John for quite some time now," she said.

"I noticed George is a little quiet but he's someone I can confide in if anything along with you of course," I said.

"And Paul?"

I looked over before I focused on a few dresses. "He's nice too," I said.

"Really?"

"What else is there to say?" I asked, looking up at her which she responded with a 'really?' look.

"Okay I'll admit he is good looking and I can't help but feel something else towards him," I replied.

"I see," she said.

I grabbed a few dresses and studied them. One was a black and white checkered dress that only went down mid-thigh and the other was a dark navy blue turtleneck dress that also went down mid-thigh and it also had a black belt that matched as well. I was still holding on to the second dress more so than the first one.

"I don't know I'm afraid that if I do start something with Paul, then it would end in disaster knowing how my past is," I said.

"Can I be honest with you?" she asked.

"Depends," I said, a bit wary hinted in my voice.

"Just let it happen. Nothing has to be a big deal or anything but you can't just shut him out for good," she said.

"Well he and I are doing something after we hangout when the guys are done performing," I admitted.

Cynthia squealed in delight as I gave her a strange look. We then heard the door open downstairs and John's voice echoing the house.

"Darlings, we're home!"

"We can hear you," I called down.

"You coming?"

"Yeah just give me a second," I told Cynthia as she left the room.

I stared at my closet one last time. I closed the doors, hanging up the dark navy dress on the top of the mirror that was facing me behind my bedroom door and went downstairs to meet up with the others.

It all started that night.

After everyone left and Paul and I went to bed, I was getting some decent sleep. I don't know when during the night but I had a bizarre dream.

I was back home and I was with my family and the next thing I knew, I was being pulled into a different room and there were these weird images and I don't even know how to describe it. It was just flat out weird and I just woke up, panting and confused.

I looked over and saw that it was almost 3am. I grabbed a sweater that was nearby and tossed it over my t-shirt. I quietly looked around in case I woke up Paul and headed downstairs. It was way too quiet. I didn't know how to work the TV well enough considering my situation. I walked through the living room and into the kitchen. I approached the window and stared out into the sky. The moon was out tonight and a few stars here and there.

"El?"

I turned around and saw a sleepy Paul standing in the doorway.

"I hope I didn't wake you," I said.

"Originally no. I was about to head to the loo when I walked past your room and then I got worried," he said.

"Sorry I just couldn't sleep," I said, turning away.

"Nightmare?"

"Yes…No…I don't know," I replied.

I headed over towards the cupboard and pulled out a glass to which I then proceeded to fill it up with water. I sat down at the table but I didn't drink the water.

"Do you want to talk about it love?" he asked, sitting next to me.

"I don't even know where to begin," I replied. "You can go back to bed if you want to."

"It's okay I hate to see someone that looks troubled, especially someone like you," he said. "You know I'm here if you want to talk."

"I know it's just it wasn't a nightmare though. I saw my dad in my dream. My family was there too but then I was pulled into a room and after that I don't even know how to describe it," I said.

"Oh El…"

I waved my hand away as if nothing happened. "I don't know it's just a dream right?" I asked.

At least, I hoped it would be.

"Are you trying to make breakfast?" I asked with amusement the next morning.

I got up after hearing movement in the kitchen this morning. It took me a few minutes to get back to sleep after telling Paul that I would be fine sleeping. When I got downstairs, much to my amusement; I saw Paul trying to make breakfast.

"Does it look obvious?" he said sheepishly.

"Yeah but I'll admit you're not doing badly," I said. "Though it looks like you might want some help."

"Nah I'm good, besides what does it take for this thing to go on?" he asked.

I raised my eyebrows and walked over towards the stove. I turned the front burner on and it started to kick in after a few seconds. I took the pan out of his hand and went towards the fridge to grab some eggs and butter.

"Rule number one, if you're trying to cook breakfast, know what you'll be cooking," I said, as I reached for the bacon as well.

"Also rule number two, don't burn the house down."

"Wouldn't that be the first rule?" Paul asked.

"Oh wouldn't you like to know?" I said with a smirk. Whoa, I'm flirting with him? What the freak?

I got to work on breakfast after that. I just couldn't believe that I, Eloise, flirted with Paul McCartney himself. Well I'll be damned.

As I reached over to grab some napkins to clean up a spill, Paul's hand met with mine and I accidentally hit his hand.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"Quite alright," he said.

I looked up at him and then at our hands which were still touching. I couldn't help but stare at his messy bedhead hair and his eyes. I wanted to stare at them for ages but breakfast couldn't make it by themselves.

"You okay there?" I asked, snapping out of it.

"Um yeah I just wanted to see if you got it," he replied sheepishly. Was he okay?

"I think I got it here, I'll let you know when it's done," I said. "But if you want you can get some plates and what not to set up."

"Sure," he said.

While he was doing that, my mind was going at speed.

What in the hell just happened?

A/n: Hi guys I'm back!

I know I know I haven't updated in a good while but things are crazy here and I was stuck on this story so I think I know where I'm going with this story now. I have it mapped out for the next few chapters so hopefully things will be okay.

Next few chapters will cover the Caven performance and I would like to think of it as a performance after their US tour. I know it hadn't happened in real life but consider this a small bit of AU.

Leave me some love. I thank you guys for your patience and support. I'll try to get the next chapter out as soon as I can.

Until next time,
Spike