Lila locked eyes with Paul, and everyone in the room was absolutely bewildered.

"Delilah, what's going on?" John looked at Paul and bit his lip. "How do you know her?"

Lila crossed her arms over her chest and waited for an explanation.

"I just met her outside, I have no idea why she's upset," Paul bit his lip and took a step back. "I don't know what I did."

"Why didn't you tell me you were a Beatle?" Lila stood up and walked over to him.

"I thought you knew. And you were just playing with me." Paul bit his lip and tilted his head. "I'm really sorry."

"So you just left because you knew you would be seeing me later?"

Paul smiled and nodded, digging his hands into his pockets. "I thought I'd surprise you, I really didn't know you'd get upset."

"I... I'm sorry for getting mad."

"Great, now that were all fuckin' friends again, can you please shut up?" Ringo groaned and looked at everyone, his big blue eyes almost pleading.

"Well what's gotten into him?" Paul murmured, and George took him aside to explain.

Meanwhile, John grabbed Lila's arm and pulled her into another area. "Why didn't you tell me it was Paul?" He whispered harshly. Lila shook her arm out of his grip.

"Because I didn't know that you knew him!" Lila bit her lip and huffed out of her nose. "You never tell me anything about your band. And until today, you blokes didn't exist! This is your fault."

"Me?"

"Yes, because if you actually told me about your life, we would not be in this situation!" She turned on her heel and walked back into the other room, John following behind her.

Lila felt terrible about this situation. She had felt uncomfortable already, and she had made a complete ass of herself. And now John was upset with her, and knowing him, he would be for a while. She wished she could click her heels together and be back in Spain.

And then she remembered the necklaces that were now hanging around her neck, and tears sprung into her eyes. She looked back at John, who was looking at his feet. It was obvious he had something else on his mind, and this little fiasco probably didn't help.

Lila looked ahead of her and met Paul's gentle gaze and she couldn't help but smile.

He was now sitting on the couch next to Ringo, where Lila had been sitting earlier.

"How can we be sure that such a lovely creature can in fact be a Lennon?" Paul smired and reached out, kissing Lila's hand. She laughed, her eyes crinkling and the tops of her cheeks turning red.

"'Ey, sod off McCartney," John stood in front of his younger sister and pointed at all the boys, "If any of you git lay a hand on me sister, I swear, I'll kill ya."

"Please John, I'm not a child anymore."

"You may not be, but they are, Delilah." The other three boys laughed when he called her by her full name, and she rolled her eyes.

"Don't call me Delilah, it sounds so evil." Lila crossed her arms and tilted her head.

Paul smirked and leaned over to Ringo, whispering "I swear I'll make 'er mine Starkey, make no mistake about that."

"Fuck off, McCartney."

a/n
I'm super frickin depressed rn so if this is sucky I'm sorry