"John." I called after him as I saw him marching to his room, stumbling through the door.

He turned back quickly, surprised I had come to talk to him after his little comment outside

"I'm going back to London tomorrow, just thought I would let you know." I spoke more meekly knowing the mood he was in.

"-Because of Paul and I?" He inquired, though seeming to know the answer. His features were faint in the dimness of the bungalow, unoccupied from everyone else who was at the bonfire.

I said nothing, answering the question for him.

"I'm sorry." He spoke simply, seeming shocked in a genuine way.

"So am I." I peeped up still meek.

He turned into the room without another word after a pause, leaving me somewhat disheartened. Maybe I had hoped for more of a reaction knowing how much he had been coming onto me. I couldn't help but realize however maybe I had grown to have real feelings for John.

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"This is goodbye for now then." I grinned to Paul as my cab waited for me to get in.

"Suppose it is." Paul looked downcast, hands in his pockets.

"Promise you won't miss me too much until you get back to London?" I grinned hopefully.

He nodded, a small grin lifting his expression.

"Promise." He flashed his teeth in his smile

The sound of thudding footsteps tore our attention away from one another, Ringo coming storming over from the ashram, his suitcase packed.

"You too Rings?" Paul's eyebrows lifted surprised yet somewhat amused, trying not to grin.

Paul knew as well as just about everyone else that Ringo had enough meditation for a lifetime and was over the experience completely. He was acting like a miserable old sod.

"I can't keep eating beans y'know, it's starting to get to me." He was frustrated as he stopped beside Paul and I.

"Well, I don't really like travelling alone, so it's worked out." I nodded seeing Ringo grin widely, going to put his stuff in the cab. Maureen had been trailing behind him, obviously not wanting to stay longer than he did.

"See? Ringo's going home too, no worries." I grinned to Paul who still seemed weary.

"Harrow." I heard John, seeing him over Paul's shoulder.

I excused myself from Paul hesitantly to go see what John wanted to say considering how little he seemed to have to say yesterday.

"I feel like an arse," he spoke, his eyes flicking to his feet once they'd met mine, "I didn't mean to make you feel like I was using you, y'know." His eyes found their way back up to mine hesitantly.

"I-" I found myself at a loss for words, "I'll see you back in London, John, I hope we can put it behind us." I smiled wearily, my stomach flipping nervously.

He nodded slowly seeming hesitant although not wanting to drag out conversation further, scanning over my expression carefully.

"Ready?" Ringo called from the car, ready to get out of Rishikesh.

I giggled as I looked over my shoulder at him, nodding, "coming," I called them excusing myself from John and saying goodbye to him and Paul.

I ran to the car amused at Ringo's readiness to leave, he hated this trip. I suspected Paul wasn't really into the entire meditation as much as George and John, who were pretty serious about it.
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"Oh thank the bloody queen we're back in England." Ringo threw himself back over dramatically in his seat on the jet as we touched down in London again, causing Maureen and I to laugh over enthusiastically as we had helped ourself to a gracious amount of jet champagne.

"Finally home." I grinned lazily, exhausted from the long trip.

"Tell me about it." Maureen agreed.

The three of us soon began our decent down the airplane steps, and as I had now learned was a free for all for the press.

My name was being called from every which direction as I was defending the steps behind Ringo and Maureen who were also being called after, fans screams being audible from a distance.

People called questions about my music and my relationships with the Beatles having been invited to Rishikesh with them. I was shocked as I hadn't had this much attention on me as before. I felt things were changing for me, perhaps too quickly, in more ways than one.

As Ringo Maureen and I were being guided by police through the reporters, a familiar voice caught my attention.

"SADIE!" Milly screamed waving her arms farther off with Alex who was grinning ear to ear excitedly.

I explained myself to the guards and Ringo who let me go to them, explaining they were probably here to get me. However they were weary about it, seeming to realize my intrigue had sparked the reporters interest.

"I've missed you two!" I beamed and brought the two of them into a group hug, Alex seeming very stiff with uncertainty.

"You're in a good mood," he trailed off, "I don't know if it's because of the meditation or the Beatles alone time." He spoke suggestively to spite me.

"Sadie, don't mind him, how was it?" Milly's face gave away a nervous undertone, withholding something from me.

"It was great fun!" I nodded, noticing Alex's expression was identical, "is there something I should know?" I let out a nervous laugh.

"Oh, no, not at all." Alex dismissed me.

"Your parents are in town." Milly blurted seconds after, causing Alex to roll his eyes and scoff disappointedly.

My eyes widened in shock, freezing up at the thought of it.

"Oh look what you've done, we've got to carry her to the car now." Alex grande as the two of them began to escort me to the car as I was still trying to process everything happening.
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There was press who had followed us all the way back to the flat, and I was astonished by the amount of attention I came back to.

"Hello?" Milly spoke as she picked up the phone that was ringing in the flat upon arriving.

"For you." She held out the phone to me not seeming surprised, but a wide grin speaking from ear to ear.

I looked at her hesitantly and picked it up with a meek hello.

"Sadie." Paul's voice made my heart flutter and a melancholy of emotions to return, I missed him already.

"You missed me already?" I asked with a small smirk, playing with the telephone cord around my finger.

He laughed a bit at this, "course I do, there's no one to distract me from meditating." He smiled as he talked.

"I just called because at Apple they want you to do an interview with the BBC, I'm sure they'll be calling shortly." He sounded professional like, though I could tell he was still so happy to be calling.

"Well, that sounds terrifying. Thanks for the call, and I think without even being there I'm distracting you from meditation," I spoke mischievously with a small chuckle.

"Cheeky that," he laughed, "I'm doin' my best 'ere." He goofed around.

"Try harder McCartney. Don't worry about me too much," I goofed back, "I'm doing fine." I teased, though the words weren't exactly the truth, I was, stressed, to put it lightly.

I was already trying to live up to being associated with the Beatles, so how hard could one interview with the bloody BBC be?

As mine and Paul's conversation ended I looked up and saw both Milly and Alex staring at me with matching smug looks making me purse my lips into a thin line.

"Right, as you were." I picked up a pillow from the couch and threw it at them embarrassed, the two of them breaking out into a fit of laughter.