"Rishikesh, India?" I repeated to Paul smiling goofily as we met face to face at the Apple office where he had asked me to meet him. He hadn't given much more information over the telephone, so I was unsure if I had even understood him correctly.

"Ya y'know, transcendental meditation and all that." Paul explained with a laugh as he watched me come off the elevator with shock taking over my entire being.

"Yeah, I mean, I know about the Maharishi, but why are you asking me about it?" I nearly laughed at his eagerness.

"Well, think of it as a company retreat. Personally I don't know if I subscribe to all that Hindu spiritualism like John and George, but it'll be good for us, our songwriting." Paul smiled as we began to walk to his office together.

"You really want me there?" I asked nervously, scared he might've been aware of what happened at the party, although it didn't appear at all he had.

"Why wouldn't I?" He looked at me as if I were being silly, seeming slightly intrigued into my uneasiness.

I looked up at him for a moment feeling my guilty conscience begin to win over my actions, John and George may have been able to, but I couldn't keep the secret from Paul.

As I opened my mouth, something caught my attention from the corner of my eye. Paul and I both turned our heads to see it was John stepping out of one of the office rooms and his eyes widening as his eyes met Paul and I.

I looked to the ground immediately in hopes he'd let us be.

"Paul, Sadie," John nodded to the both of us, "Paul d'you mind if I speak to Sadie for a quick moment?" John asked Paul causing Paul to nod with a certain degree of confusion.

"Uh, sure, I'll be in the office Sadie." Paul spoke wearily.

Looking up from the ground, I managed to follow John into one of the offices with a puzzled expression causing no further suspicion from Paul. Although, I strongly would've favoured running back to my flat.

He opened the door for me with a smile, causing me to flinch as I walked into the room, John shutting the door behind him carefully.

I stared at him, waiting for what it was he could've possibly wanted to say more.

"I'm sorry-" He began.

"-you didn't tell Paul, or anyone about this did you?" I asked cutting off, clearly terrified.

"-course not. You however, told George." He pointed out with a small smirk as he looked to the ground.

His smugness caused my chest to tighten in annoyance, he seemed to be getting quite the amusement from the situation which he was clearly not taking too seriously.

"I felt horrible about it and needed to tell someone, not that I need to justify myself to you." I spoke bitterly.

He looked taken aback, causing me to sigh.

"Can we just both agree this was a mistake and move on? Pretend it never happened?" I began tiredly, finished with whatever John pulled me aside for.

"No."

"What d'you mean 'no'?" I practically whined out in annoyance.

"It wasn't a mistake." He half smiled with a small laugh crossing his arms, seeming sure I thought so too.

I looked at him taken aback by his stubbornness in his words.

"You're asking for a cosmic kick in the arse Lennon," I found my voice becoming raised and quieted myself, "you have a wife and child." I whispered to him is complete puzzlement.

He stayed silent looking up and shaking his head to fix his hair, seeming almost dejected because of my words.

"Don't do this to them, you're playing a messy game." I began to walk past him the door.

"I don't want to y'know, but I can't help the feeling I get when I see you." He confessed sincerely in a low voice as my back was turned, my hand on the door knob.

Involuntarily, I felt my stomach erupt with butterflies though I didn't want to. It was even more frustrating he still had that effect on me.

"Find a way to stop, please." I asked sounding desperate before letting myself out to return to Paul.

"What did he want?" Paul asked curiously as he looked up from some things on his desk.

"It was nothing really, he offered me his piano at the party, I can't accept that sort of gift." I replied thinking quickly on my feet, embarrassed by the truth of what happened.

"Huh." Was all Paul replied with looking deep in his thoughts.

"Anyroad, what d'you think about Rishikesh?" He grinned as I sat down.

"I don't know if I can afford it." I admitted shyly, embarassed.  I couldn't pay for it on my own, the last I had saved up was going towards bills and groceries.

"Consider it part of the job, don't worry." Paul shrugged waving away the thought.

"I can't-"

"You can and you will, and that's that." He acted tough though the way he said it caused me to fight a grin as I shook my head at Paul in amusement.

I suppose I was going to India.
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The next few days were filled with promotional things that would soon help spread the news of my newly made contract with the Beatles. The boys had been busy with their own affaires so I hadn't seen much of them, but I had been somewhat thankful since I felt much less stress in the hands of their employees, not having to worry so much about impressing them.

I had done photoshoots, magazine interviews and also began to record some demos to possibly released as a single, and I had begun to realize just how serious this actually was. I wasn't just working with the Beatles as crazy as that was on its own, I was an associated act. Soon, their fans would know me. Whether that was good or bad, I hadn't yet decided.

"I think that's the one." I heard Paul speak from the mixing booth as I'd just finished a demo of a song.

"Perfect." I said closely into the microphone goofily before playing a short riff on the guitar.

"Oi, enough foolin' round you." He chimed back in over the p.a. system.

"Will the owner of white Mini Cooper please go to the parking lot, your lights are on." I spoke into the microphone seriously, peering at the mixing booth with a a mischievous glint in my eyes, though I couldn't see Paul's expression through the dark glass.

"Cheeky." Paul spoke in a funny voice, trying to stifle laugh.

I rolled my eyes suppressing a smile as I took the guitar strap off from around my neck and set it down on the stand beside me.

I made my way to the mixing booth as we were in the smaller recording studio that day due to it only being Paul and I recording.

"Is that all for today then?" I grinned, begging to feel how tired I was because of how long we'd been at recording, it nearing the early hours of the morning.

"I think so." Paul decided after a brief moment of thought with a nod, rising from the chair.

"Fab." I beamed as Paul gathered the things he needed.

"I'll drive you home?" He offered politely, letting out a small yawn himself.

I nodded contentedly, the both of us walking out from the studio and soon getting to Paul's car, Paul turning on the radio quietly as we went.

"You really sounded great today, I didn't know you could play guitar so well." He complimented bashfully, keeping his eyes to the road.

"I guess I didn't either, I was stuck playing the piano a lot in the group." I felt my cheeks heat up from his compliment as I looked down to my lap to where I was fighting with my bracelets.

"It's a shame that what that bloke did, in the song." Paul corrected himself at the end, his face a bit pink.

One of songs I had demoed had been about Jeremy, newly written about how badly I never wanted to see him again.

But, did I want to see him?

No, I couldn't. Not after what he'd said.

"Well, he was a tosser." I let out a laugh though I felt bitter about the words.

Soon we'd arrived to my flat and I'd thanked him for the ride, I'd dragged myself up to the flat, my grogginess gaining the better of me.

I had heard some shuffling from the other side of the door and I hoped Alex hadn't any girl over once again.

But when the door opened I found myself face to face with the devil in the flesh himself.

"Jeremy?"