"What are you doing?" A smirk settled smugly on his face seeing how shaken I was with the letter in hand, I looked back seeing the man who had given me the letter had left, and I turned back to John, at a loss for words.

"Getting a letter." I shrugged sounding much less smooth than I had anticipated.

He but his teeth together and nodded gazing down at the letter curiously.

"What are you doing here?" I shot back causing him to become the uneasy one.

"Posting a letter." He shrugged back in the same way.

"Right." I narrowed my eyes knowing something serious must've been going on for him to be sneaking around late at night.

"So then, I didn't see you and you never saw me?" John laughed slightly, seemingly more genuine that before.

"Saw who?" I laughed nervously, causing John's expression to grow even more amused.

"Glad we had this chat." He smirked to himself contented with the turnout, obviously satisfied with the fact that I wouldn't tell about his late night rendezvous with the postman, though I wasn't sure of who the receiver of the letter was.

I forced a brief grin on my lips as he passed me, already exhausted from the interaction, looking down to the letter in my hands with dread.

My mother and father.

I suppose they'd heard the news of my recent success and my trip to India considering it was posted here, though I couldn't quite understand why they'd reach out, and frankly I wasn't too keen of finding out.

I shoved the letter in my back pocket, not wanting to spoil my already sour mood.

I needed a drink.

I felt myself feeling dizzied with the intrusive thoughts filling my mind.

When I had made it back to the bungalow I sat down on the front porch step and looked out on the still night, the moon glittering down through the trees, trying to rid myself of my troubling thoughts so I'd be able to finally get some sleep and not have to be so wrought up about Paul and I's kiss from earlier or my run in with John.

I knew I wouldn't be able to catch a wink unless I would open the letter, so I fished it from my back pocket and stared at the bloody thing with a disgust in my eyes.

Hesitantly I swiped my finger along the seal of the envelope to free its contents, pulling out a letter in my fathers hand writing.

I cringed as I saw "dear Sadie bug" a childhood nickname I'd hoped I had outgrown.

Your mother and I have recently been made aware of your recent success in the music industry that none of us could have anticipated, causing us to reach out in this letter to beg of you to reconsider your choice to separate yourself from our family once again and come back home, resigning from your position at Apple Corps to pursue a more realistic and practical career.

I hadn't had much desire to continue on reading, feeling a blatant knife stabbed into my chest from the letter already.

There was some hope that perhaps this was him apologizing for all that he'd done to keep me from pursuing what I wanted to do.

My father was quite a wealthy businessman who had a clear stance against what Rock and Roll had begun to change in our world, so naturally when I had told him I wanted to move to London to pursue music he had forbidden me to do so.

Clearly it had only lead to me running away with Jermey, who up to that point had been a good family friend, which is also why he'd begun to resent me when he found out pursuing music wasn't a straight road to riches.

The front door creaked open startling my, causing me to wipe up the quick tear that had fallen and sniffle, looking over my shoulder to see Paul, causing my heart to skip a beat as his eyes fell down to me.

His features softened as he saw the tears glistening in my eyes, coming to sit down beside me.

"Is everything alright?" He said sitting down beside me, concern clearly etched in his features.

As soon as he said it I couldn't help but start to cry more feeling all my stress catch up to me.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest and putting my head on his shoulder knowing better than to push me about what was the matter.

"Jane wouldn't want you out here." I began to worry about what she might say if she were to come out and see.

"I want to be out here." He spoke firmly, reassuring me that he truly did care.

I leaned my head up from his shoulder and looked into his eyes that looked dark in the night light, seeing he was starting right back at me with the same intent that caused me to melt like putty in his arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm being silly." I spoke shaking my head, looking away from his eyes quickly.

"You're allowed to cry, y'know, don't apologize." He spoke lightheartedly, trying desperately to cheer me up in even the slightest.

I paused for a moment, feeling his hands trailing down my back causing goosebumps to form on my arms.

"-What are we doing Paul? I mean, Jane-" I begun breaking out of his arms causing him to pout slightly.

"-it- Paul it's not fair to her. I-" I spoke just as Paul places a soft kiss at the crook of my neck.

"I know." Paul whispered against my neck as he trailed the kisses up to my lips, sealing the deal with a kiss that I had never felt so vulnerable during, my heart nearly stopping in shock.

He had a dangerously persuasive way of getting what he wanted, but I still felt wrong about how badly I wanted to give him what he seemed to want.

"I think I better, get to bed." I pulled away from his lips, seeing I was leaving him slightly hot and bothered by the looks of it.

"Goodnight Paul." I said placing a peck on his cheek.

"Night."He spoke quietly leaning back on the steps, unmoving from his seat on the steps.

I couldn't pass off that moment with Paul as a mistake any longer. I had, strong feelings for Paul McCartney.