Paul sat at the foot of bed, anxious.

  " Alright darling, I'm all packed." Said the girl at the doorway of the bedroom.

" Already? But you'll be an hour early."
Said Paul, looking at his watch.

  " No, the boat leaves in an hour,Paul. It takes 40 minutes to get to the docking area. I'll be late if we don't leave now. " she said.

Paul sighed, got his keys, and helped his girl place her supplies in the car. This girl was named Diane Gillans.

  She was the sweet type of girl that brightened up everything, like the Sun. She was quiet short, but had a heart bigger than her height, which Paul loved about her.

She was heading off to do an art project with her colleagues at sea.
   They needed a proper seascape for inspiration, so the leader of the group decided to rent a boat out for a week. Paul hated the thought of not seeing his sweet Diane for a week, and even begged her to stay, but she couldn't.

  " Paul, this is my big opportunity to really show my talent and to really get me known. Rolin said that he needs me."

" Well, I don't like Rolin." Paul said in a frustrated voice.

" I know, Paul! Will ya just shut up 'bout it! I don't need this right now... I'm nervous too, okay." Diane told Paul, combing her curly, short, ash brown, hair with her fingers faster and faster.

" Then, stay!" Paul yelled while braking hard at a traffic light.

" McCartney, you better stop this nonsense! I've stayed with you for many years to know, that I need to do something for myself!" She said firmly, slapping her hands on her lap at his last name.

Paul grunted and kept his head forward, knowing that every time she called him by his last name, she was most likely to be angry with him if he talked back. He sat there and drove her to her destination.  In his head, he prayed for her to be safe and return home, even if she was a little pissed at him.

He pulled up to the docking area and saw Rolin, waving at Diane. She did a little wave and smiled. Paul couldn't stand seeing him, for Rolin always thought that Diane should be with someone more like him.

  Paul got out of the car to open her door, but guess who already opened it...

  " Rolin! It's so great to see ya! I can't wait to do this project with you, Jackie, and Bobby. I've waited for so long for this." Diane excitedly jumped.

Paul grimaced at the sight of them together, while he unloaded her cases and supplies onto a trolly. Rolin noticed this and decided to lean up against Paul's car while talking to Diane in a flirtatious manner.

  Diane was ready to get on board, when Paul grabbed her hands. She rolled her eyes and pursed lips together. " What is it now! I have to go-"

Paul started to kiss her, savoring her sweet lips for the last time. But she wasn't in the mood. Diane pinched his arm hard and watched in amusement at his reaction.

" OW! What was that for?" He asked, rubbing his arm.

" What was that for? I'm still upset at you, you know. I'm not that easily forgiving, dear." She smiled. He smiled back and hugged her.

" I'm sorry. Forgive me." He said, holding her tight.

She chuckled and said," Maybe when I get back." She smirked and smothered his cheeks with kisses before leaving.

As the boat was leaving, Diane ran to the back of the boat, waving Goodbye. She caught Paul's attention and signed, " I love you", in Sign Language. He cupped his mouth and signed back.

" I love you..." He whispered.

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When Paul returned home, he stood in his sitting room, feeling lonely without his love there. He needed to not worry so much.

" Get ahold of ye self, McCartney. She gonna be fine. This week will pass in a snap." He said to comfort himself.

He needed to get out of the house and talk to the guys.

***

" Look, Macca. Shes gunna be fine. 'Ere, 'ave a ciggy." Said John, handing the box of cigarettes.

Paul put down the offer and propped his head on his hand." I don't want to smoke when I have Diane on my mind, John."He said.

" Do ya want to have something to eat" asked George with hungry eyes.

" No, George." Said Paul and sad tone.

" Then can WE get somethin' to eat, I'm starving!" He exclaimed while rubbing his stomach.

" But ye ate a can of beans at me house an hour ago!" Said Ringo, scratching his head.

" Yeah! An hour is quite a long time, ye know." George said nodding.

***

They ended up going to a restaurant near John's house.

Everyone seemed to have enjoyed dinner, especially George, but Paul didn't seem to be hungry and decide to take his food home.

He felt like something didn't feel right, and told the guys this.

" Maybe she forgot somethin'." Said Ringo.

" No... We checked everythin' before she left, and made sure she packed the clothes she needed." Replied Paul.

" Well... Then what's wrong?" Asked John. 

" I dunno..." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

***

Paul was lying on his couch, watching a movie. It was just an ordinary film that was on when he turned the television on. He checked his watch and saw the time.

' Half past ten...' He said in his mind.

He knew he had practice the next day, so he had shut the T.V. off and headed upstairs, to his bedroom. He did his usual nightly routine and changed into boxers and a white t-shirt. He laid in the bitter cold blankets, leaving the rest of the bed tidy.

On his night stand was her bracket that she wore all the time, but forgot. He remembered getting it for her birthday as a promise that he'd always be close to her I matter what. He clutched the jewelry tight in his palm, close to his chest.

He fell asleep about thirty minutes after...

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Earlier...

Diane sat a round table with her colleagues, planning the project and sketching out ideas with everyone else ate.

" How is it so far?" Asked Rolin, stuffing chicken in his mouth, and flicking specks of the meat onto her paper.

She brushed off the meat, and continued working. Rolin pounded his fist in front of her, scaring her.

" I asked you a question, Diane. What are you doing?" Asked Rolin, leaning closer and closer, appearing much more intimidating than she's ever seen.

She looked up and down Rolin, scanning him with confused and furrowed brows.

" Leave her alone, Rolin. Let the girl work. We're on out break so it's only fair to leave her." Said Jackie.

Jackie was the tough cookie in Diane's group. Even though she can pack a few punches and probably commit murder, she's also a nice, creative, artistic person. Along with Bobby, the pair are perfect together. Bobby is a generally kind man with ways of controlling Jackie when she loses her temper.

Diane continued working until her timer dinged. She placed her supplies away and served herself an okay proportion. She didn't want to fill herself up with food, and then have to throw it up if she got seasick.

She finished her meal and decided to send a message in morse code, to have the people at land, receiving their messages, to send it to Paul.

She wrote about everything she did so far and how she felt. Like how she sketched out a few things and took some notes on this and that. Also about Rolin's strange behavior and the way he was approaching her.

Soon after, she got tired, got ready for bed, and laid there. The boat rocked quite okay and didn't really bother her. But, it did take her a while to sleep, for she missed Paul's warm late-night embraces. She held her pillow tight and wished she was in her own bed with Paul, before finally falling asleep.

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Hello! I wanted to start writing another book, so I got inspired and came up with this piece of junk I called " Here Today", after the song Paul wrote for John.

To be honest, after hearing that song, I cried my eyes out for about two hours I think.

Sorry this chapter isn't so long, I promise longer if you guys prefer that. Thank you so much if you're actually reading my books. No...really. Thanks.

It means a lot, sorry this note is long!😁

- Nowhere_Artist