I had woken up early the next morning, deciding to get some air out on the porch before I became too overwhelmed with the culture shock that today would bring with meditation, when I found George sitting on the edge of the porch, playing a lovely tune on the guitar.

I smiled to myself before George had turned overhearing the door open.

"We have to stop meeting like this." I smirked faintly as I went to sit by his side, referring to the night at John's party when George had found me in the same spot.

He smiled with a chuckle and shook his head, watching as I sat looking out at the emptiness of the ashram grounds because of the early time of morning, the sun just beginning to rise.

"What do you call that one?" I hummed softly, a blissful sparkle in my eyes breathing in the morning air.

"I haven't got any words for it yet. Probably won't ever really see the light of day." George wrinkled his nose, brushing it off shyly.

"Why not? It sound really good." I gushed, seeing his demeanour become softer, a smile pulling the corners of his mouth upwards.

"I dunno," he became sheepish looking off in front of us,"I suppose I don't expect it to be to par with the other songs I have to put out. I only get a couple per album y'know, I just wanted to get it out of my system before the day started. ." He spoke about the two songs per album with a slight bitterness messing around with the tuning on his guitar.

I pursed my lips, cocking my head to the side in contemplation of what he meant by it. Surely he couldn't think his songwriting was lesser than the Lennon-McCartney machine, he had some brilliant songs.

"Well, if it means anything to you, 'Blue Jay Way' and 'Within You Without You' were brilliant songs." I nodded seeing him perk up with a lopsided grin, looking back to me with a warm gentleness in his eyes that caused my heart to flutter.

A sudden opening of the door shifted George and I'd attention, the two of us looking over our shoulders to see John in a slight panic, not having expected George and I to be on the porch.

He cleared his throat, "morning." He bowed his head, quite different that the John I'd endured before.

George and I greeted him with a hello, the two of us slightly curious as to what he was doing up so early.

"I'm expecting a letter through the post, from the sitter." He said sliding past the two of us down the porch steps quickly, not looking to elaborate much.

"Now, I may not know how fast Beatle mail travels, but not that quickly across the world, does it?" I asked quietly to George as we watched him walk off to the little post office on the grounds of the ashram.

John was looking around in paranoia, and I could tell what he had said  was a blatantly lie as George had let out a bit of an irritated sigh.

"I don't ask questions anymore." He looked unimpressed, scratching his forehead as lost as I was.

I accidentally let a small giggle escape my lips as he did so, watching his furrowed brow diminish, his face lighting up once again.

"Play is a song, would you?" I asked batting my lashes sticking my lower lip out slightly.

"'Course." George smirked amusedly.
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The communal breakfast had presented a chance to meet some of the other attendees of the 'Transcendental Meditation Academy' as they had called it. I had chatted with a few new people, though I had still come to feel very out of place where I was. We wore the garments the staff had given out, the boys mostly in their all white outfits, and the girls in sarees. Mine was a beautiful light pink, though I felt I was far from being able to pull of the intricate garment.

George had introduced me properly to his wife Pattie Boyd and her sister Jenny who I had now realized was the girl working in the Apple boutique the day I had first gone to meet Paul. My face turned crimson upon meeting her, feeling foolish for not knowing who she was before.

They were a nice lot so I had hung near them through breakfast and the morning meditation lecture with the Maharishi, through most of which I had trouble paying attention to not knowing much of what he was talking about.

The meditation itself had also found to be harder than I'd anticipated, though what didn't help was the glances Paul kept throwing back at me, making a funny face every once and awhile to put a grin on my face.

I would give him a disapproving look each time since George beside me took the whole meditation very seriously, though I wanted to grin at his ridiculousness and poor timing.

"That will conclude the exercises for this morning, please if you'll join us back at noon in the clearing, we'll have a group photograph taken." The Maharishi said to conclude the group meditation and lecture.

As I gathered myself up from the ground Paul surprised me with a coo over my shoulder.

"You're a natural." He praised, having slipped away from Jane who was talking to some of the other attendees.

"I'm really not," I laughed a little shaken by how he'd snuck up, "and I'm sweating like Ringo when he couldn't find his Heinz suitcase earlier." I blew out some air from my mouth causing Paul to laugh as I waved my hands to fan my face.

"There's a pool father past our bungalow, you have a bathing suit?" Paul asked with a lopsided grin, seeming overly innocent.

"No, but I could make do." I spoke in thought, desperately wanting to swim in that pool.

Paul's expression turned cheeky, seeming to have his own interpretation of what I meant.

I felt a stare burning into my head, looking behind Paul to see John staring at the two of us deadpan, his nostrils flared and his teeth clenched.

My eyes flicked their attention back to Paul quickly.

"Do you think they'll notice we're gone?" I leaned in whispering, mostly nervous of what Jane may think.

"Nah, they'll just think we're meditating in one of them self isolating meditation pods." The corners of his lips pulled upward coyly.

"Lead the way to the pool, Polly Wolly Doodle." I drew my lower lip between my lips with a mischievous grin, referring to an old folk song to nickname him.

"You're a dope." He teased with a chuckle, taking my hand in his excitedly, sticking his tongue between his teeth roguishly as we began to sneak off from the group.

I looked back once more seeing John look away quickly from us to Cynthia who was under his arm.
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"Finally." I groaned out as we'd gotten to the pool, kicking off my sandals instantly.

There was no one in the pool and very few people in sight considering how busy everyone was, and especially since we were supposed to be taking this time to meditate.

We had only stopped for some towels and Paul's bathing suit, though all I had was an old oversized t-shirt of Jer's that I planned on sleeping in, sad as it may have seemed.

I wore a bra and underwear underneath to actually swim in, but I really didn't plan on walking around the ashram in them.

"This weather is nothing like London." I wreathed in the hot sun that beat down on us, pulling off the t-shirt as Paul had begun to put the towels on a nearby pool chair.

"Thankfully, February just isn't the sam-" Paul smiled, stopping himself as he turned back to me, his cheeks reddening slightly, looking away again quickly.

"Last one in the pool is a rotten egg." I smiled childishly running to the edge of the pool jumping in, feeling the cold water against my skin send a jolt through me as I rose back to the surface, running my hands over my hair then my eyes.

I looked up to see Paul looking to me with a certain degree of amusement, his lips parted slightly and an eyebrow raised slightly.

"Come on then. Water's fine." I offered an enigmatic smile, motioning for him to come in as I treaded the water.

"If I don't jump in, you'd be the rotten egg." Paul commented, causing me to roll my eyes with a ridiculous grin.

"Right." He replied slightly more seriously with a quick look around once more before coming and jumping in close enough to splash me as he did so, taking me by surprise.

As he came up he flipped his hair back in a way that made my heart flutter though I knew it shouldn't have. Though, it seemed I had been doing a lot of what I shouldn't have. I wouldn't call myself a model student of the ashram, I was already ditching meditation to slip away with Paul, something I knew would be upsetting to his fiancée even if there was nothing going on romantically between Paul and I.

"Would you look at whose the rotten egg now?" I stifled a laugh before feeling him splash me purposely this time, causing me to scoff.

"You're absolutely dead McCartney." I nearly yelled with a laugh, watching as his smug expression dropped almost immediately, truing to swim away before I could splash him back, which I'd done anyway, with much more force, getting him back twice as much.

" You're playing a very dangerous game Harrow." Paul challenges back swimming back toward me, causing me to squeal, ducking down underneath the water, soon feeling Paul's arms pulling me up from the water.

As I had gotten up from the water, I was face to face with Paul, whose eyes travelled down to my lips for a brief second.

"A very, dangerous," Paul trailed off, forgetting what he was saying as we were in such close vicinity that our heartbeats were nearly audible to each other.

"Hello Paul, Sadie." John's smug voice interrupted from the poolside, Paul and I both looking over shocked, seeing Jane by his side with a clearly infuriated expression.

Oh no.