After, the "L" word, Paul had gotten up apologizing profusely in a panic, helping me to my feet.

"I, I-" I stuttered out shocked by what he'd said, my eyes wide and jaw open slightly trying to find words.

"-I didn't- it doesn't, I'm sorry-" He spoke looking as distraught as me as he retracted his hands from mine after he'd gotten me to my feet.

"I better go. That was daft of me, I'm such a bloody git." He mumbled quickly almost to himself, sending me a weary grin before his eyes fell to the ground turning and walking to leave.

I wanted to say it back, I really did. I wanted to stop him and tell him I'd be with him but I couldn't. I was paralyzed, in absolute shock of what I had seemed to do. Home wrecker, I thought to myself, that's what the papers would say if they found out.

I couldn't even let myself think about what he'd said too in depth or else I would start to spiral into a hole of self disgust.

I couldn't believe he meant it, maybe it was heat of the moment. Maybe, I had misheard him, yeah, that was it. The more I repeated it to myself the more I believed it.
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The next morning was the day of my single release, and I had barley gotten any sleep tossing and turning, replaying in my head over and over what I didn't want to let myself believe. I was afraid I wouldn't know what to say, or things between us wouldn't be the same. Well obviously they would be, he told me he loved me. I wasn't sure how I felt, and I'm certain Jane wasn't sure how Paul felt.

Before I left my flat, the phone rang, and I picked it up with an apprehensive hello.

"Sadie darling, it's mummy," she spoke with his usual stuck up snobbiness that pained me deeply.

"Isn't this a surprise." I smiled with gritted teeth, I knew it was only a matter of time until they'd found me here. I knew they'd been trying.

"Oh dear, well your father and I are just in town and we thought we'd better make arrangements to see one another." She seemed to beam with her usual smugness.

"Oh I'm sure you thought that." I grinned widely to hide how livid I stated to become.

My parents never supported me in anything I wanted to do, that is until they quite obviously realized I had succeeded. Much different from when they had told me I'd amount to nothing, but, of course they would say they wouldn't remember saying this.

"Tomorrow say, noon at the Golden Hind?" She asked, though it wasn't actually, I don't think I had a choice.

"Sounds fab mum." I let out a large exhale before we said our goodbyes and hung up.

She hadn't mentioned my music career yet, however I had a strong inking she would, and that she was going to use it to her advantage.
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"Sadie." Ringo's expression was ecstatic as his arms outstretched for a hug as I walked through the Apple office.

I couldn't help but notice some decorations put up in celebration for the release, some of the Apple people I had gotten acquainted with around congratulating me and saying hello as I passed.

"Ritch." I smiled accepting the hug warmly.

"They're gonna play your song on the radio for the first time soon, well, actually second if you count the interview."  There was extreme excitement for me in his electric blue eyes as we broke away from one another's arms.

"I can't wait, hopefully everyone likes it." I spoke with a mix of excitement and nerves at the thought of it.

"They'll love it." He assured me with a dismissive wave as if I were talking crazy, fishing a cig from inside his blazer's interior pocket.

I laughed at this, slightly amused by Ritchie's confidence in the song, I wasn't quite sold I was going to steal all of their fans hearts, I'm sure some loathed me.

We all sat down on the couches in the office, practically huddling around the radio waiting.

"God, I think I'm more excited than you are." Ringo blurted out grabbing ahold of my hand that had been rested on my bouncing knee and brought it to his chest. He wrapped both of his hands around mine, the cig hung lazily from his mouth as he stared wide eyed at the radio.

I leaned my head on his shoulder giggling as he had quite the hold on my hand.

A shuffling noise above the radio caused this to stop abruptly.

When my eyes met Paul's, I felt my stomach twist with an awful feeling, facing him.

I wasn't sure what I could say or if everything was ruined because of the incident. Ritchie and I separated from each other and I got up with a small grin, no one else knew what had happened.

"You made it." I grinned, pushing the flooding memories coming back to mind like snapshots of all the times I was staring into Paul's eyes.

I hoped he'd play along.

"I wouldn't miss hearing the song we recorded." He spoke reassuringly with a widening smile as he felt more comfortable again seeing I was acting, normal.

I bit my lip to suppress my grin from widening breaking eye contact away to the radio waiting. It was due any moment.

"-and here it is, "Anymore"-" the radio announcer spoke just as my song began to play after a long pause of anticipation, causing me to squeal excitedly, sitting back down feeling as if I were going to faint.
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It really had been wonderful being with everyone to listen to the song, and I couldn't help but feel slightly happy about the stealing of glances Paul and I had done throughout the time we were listening to the song. I just hope he knew why I couldn't have said it back.

I was apprehensive to be alone with Paul, I really didn't want to address anything, because I knew it couldn't work between Paul and I. He was leading me on while being with Jane, and who knows if he would do the same to me if I became his girlfriend.

When it came time to leave the Apple building, I was crowded by some photographers as I got to the car they'd arranged to pick me up since taking the bus didn't really seem like it was a possibility anymore.

I had gotten home with the apartment to myself and all I wanted to do was sleep after all the excitement I had been having recently.

As soon as I'd got comfortable on the couch in my pyjamas on the couch, a knock came at the door, and I became curious though I assumed it was a paparazzi.

I got up with a groan and shuffled to the door, looking through the peephole. My jaw dropped slightly in shock. It was John.

I unlocked the door and cracked it open, seeing his rushed aura calming itself as he saw me, relaxing though still looking exhausted and distraught.

"You're back?" I spoke under my break with suprise when I realized there's been a moment of lingering silence.

"I think, Cyn wants a separation."

Bloody. Hell.