"Is it terrible if I back out now?" I whispered to George frightened as we entered the restaurant, it being far nicer than I had expected.

"I think we've come too far." George whispered back, motioning to my father who was waving over to us to join him in the table he was sat at.

"M-may I help the two of you?" The young man at the hostess table stammered recognizing George, gripping the menus closely against his chest with a shaky grip.

"We're meeting someone." George explained, watching with the corners of his mouth upturned slightly amused by the boy as the boy's mouth hung open slightly, nodding vigorously, brushing his long ginger hair from his eyes shakily.

"Go right ahead." His voice quivered as he spoke to George.

"Do I look alright?" I asked out of instinct, rubbing my sweaty palms against my black miniskirt.

"Yes." George replied nodding as his eyes examined me up and down slyly.

I laughed and hit him gently as he wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

My smile faded as I began to remember he was still with Pattie.

"Wait, hold on." He spoke with his wide smile dropping as he finally looked at my eye.

He placed his hand on the side of my head and fixed the makeup that was on my black eye with his thumb, making it blend in better with my skin.

I looked up at him, a smile rising to my lips once again as I watched him focusing on what he was doing very carefully, his pink tongue sticking slightly out the side of his mouth.

"There." He nodded stepping away after a moment.

"Thank you." I smiled meekly as we turned and began to walk over to my father.

I took a deep breath as we walked together side by side over to the table. I felt more at ease knowing I had George by my side to get me through the dinner.

Maybe it was a stupid idea knowing now how jealous Pattie could actually be, but I knew she hadn't a thing to worry about, surely if he's stayed with her through this he would stay with her through anything.

"Penelope," My father smiled to me as he stood up to greet the two of us.

He stuck out his hand for me to shake. I gulped, pushing my thoughts down to the back of my mind and shaking it, still slightly apprehensive.

He turned to George and shook his hand as well.

"I'm sorry I hadn't gotten your name the other day son. You are?" He asked merrily.

"-George Harrison." George nodded with a small grin.

"The Beatle?" His eyebrows raised.

"Yes sir." His grin raised exposing his teeth slightly.

He nodded impressed as we all sat down.

"Brian's your manager?" He asked already seeming to know the answer, having clicked the puzzle pieces together.

He seemed to have clearly known what Brian had been up to lately, yet hadn't contacted him to ever ask about me before, at least not to my knowledge.

"Yes." George nodded looking at me from the corner of his eye slightly uncomfortable.

Frank nodded with a giant merry smile, looking between the both of us.

Frank and George talked together until the waiter came and took our orders.

I watched with a clenched jaw at the joyful and carefree look on Frank's face.

"I'm going to be forthright with you Frank," I cut in abruptly.

"I want to know where you've been." I creased my eyebrows unable to just sit and make small talk with him the whole evening.

It was going to drive me insane and he was on very thin ice with me already. He had so much to explain and I didn't want to wait to hear it any longer, I just wanted the truth.

He straightened himself out nervously, looking to George once again unsure of if he wanted to tell me everything in front of him.

"Okay." He nodded finally looking at me in the eyes, clearing his throat.

He took a moment to think about how he was going to phrase it.

"Your mother and I, we were very much in love," he began nodding solemnly, his eyes moving down at his hands that were intertwined on the table.

"We were absolutely inseparable, we spent everyday together." He paused.

"But Elizabeth's parents, your grandparents, thought I wasn't good enough for your mother," he paused looking up to me sorrowfully.

"I had grown up on the less wealthy side of Liverpool unlike your mother, I had dropped out of school to work, but despite Elizabeths parents disapproval I wanted to marry her more than anything else in the world, I worked three jobs to try and show her parents how serious I was about providing for her." He shook his head, biting his lower lip.

I felt a large lump forming in the back my throat.

"When she fell pregnant a year into our relationship, my parents had thrown me from my house, and Elizabeth was thrown from hers." He nodded seeming hurt by the memories that were all beginning to come back to him.

"We planned to run away to London together and start fresh. I could use the money I saved from work to go to college and then get a real job, and you're mother could stay at home to raise you." He nodded with a small smile.

"But when we got to the train station to leave, I got on, and she didn't." He swallowed hard.

"And you started fresh. Without us." I nodded coldly, tears brimming my eyes.

"She realized she couldn't leave her life behind, she was happy with her life in Liverpool. She had her own future to worry about, she had her brother to look after, a child on the way, her parents approval to get back, friends she'd miss, and she was even going to get a job to be a midwife." He nodded sighing.

"Her parents let her back home and offered to help raise you once they found out I skipped town." He licked his lips as he shook his head slightly.

"Elizabeth told me not to come back for her because she wanted me to be able start fresh and make something of myself like we had envisioned." I could see his guilt ridden conscious showing through as he retold the events seeming to have finally have a weight lifted from his shoulders.

He paused looking to me for a response with a large frown.

"Do you have any idea what it feels like to be left behind without a father? Did you ever even think about the future you could've had with us? She loved you Dad. She never, ever stopped." I tried to keep my voice down letting silent a few tears run down my face.

"I had gone back to Liverpool, but she wouldn't see me, her parents made sure of that." He shook his head.

"I'm so, so sorry Penelope. I regret everyday losing you and your mother." He had genuine guilt in his clouded eyes as he looked at me desperately, pain evident in his voice.

I fell silent leaning back into my chair. I tried to make sense of my feelings but I couldn't understand why I didn't feel angry or sad, I felt only sorrow for the man sitting in front of me.

There had been so much I didn't know, he wasn't the deadbeat I had once thought he was, he was just a miserable sod who wanted to make my mother happy, even if that meant moving on from her.

I looked over to George seeing him deep in thought.

"So you have another daughter?" I sniffled after wiping my tears away with my sleeve, looking back to my father.

I felt George put his hand on mine underneath the table, seeing my bloodshot eyes and knowing how much this was to take in.

Frank's expression lifted into a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Caroline." He smiled.

"And a son, Harry." He explained reaching into his blazer pocket and taking out a picture of a young teenage girl and a little boy taking a family photo with Frank and a glowing young woman who I was assuming to be my step mother.

George leaned over to look at the picture as I tilted it towards him.

"How old are they?" I asked grinning slightly.

"Caroline is thirteen and Harry is nine." Pride was clear as he spoke about them, his eyes beginning to light up.

"Could I meet them sometime?" I asked sliding the paper back over to him.

"Yes, anytime." He nodded elated as he put it back into his pocket.

I tried to lighten the mood from then on, talking mostly of his children and wife to whom he had married four years after settling in London. I was trying my best to be understanding and caring while he told me about his family but slight bitterness couldn't help but find its way in my conscious.

I knew however it would take awhile for me to begin to love my father and everything wouldn't be forgotten about the past overnight.

I was extremely thankful George had come with me because he was great with my father, they seemed to get on pretty well and he helped keep everything friendly for the remainder of the evening.

"Are you sure you don't want a lift back home?" My father asked as all three of us exited the restaurant doors.

"We're sure." I nodded with a small grin.

"Well, I hope to see you again soon." He smiled extending his hand toward me.

I looked at it for a moment before wrapping my arms around him, feeling him hug me back after a moment of surprise.

"Next Sunday." I nodded with a grin as we pulled away from each other.

He had brung up that he and his kids would be home on Sunday all day and he had given me his address, inviting me over. I was extremely nervous about it, I really hadn't the slightest clue about kids their age. Maybe I would bring one of the boys along with me, I'm sure a thirteen year old girl would love to see a Beatle.

"Next Sunday." He repeated grinning before waving us off and getting into his car.

"I," George began.

I turned around to face him seeing a warm smile on his face.

"What?" I smiled, embarrassed.

"Nothing." He shook his head grinning.

"Want to walk 'round for a bit?" He asked hopefully.

The sun was setting by now and the sky was darkening by the second. Soon I guessed that both George and I would grow extremely cold, neither of us bringing a jacket.

"Sure." I agreed shyly.

We began to walk with no particular direction, observing the colours in the sky as the sun disappeared.

"Poppy, I need to tell you something I haven't told anyone else yet." George cleared his throat as we reached a street corner.

I looked at him with surprise, giving him an encouraging look to go on.

"Pattie and I broke up." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

My jaw practically dropped to the floor.