Paul's P.O.V.
I sped to Cavendish after Audrey had told me everything I needed to know about how to win Charlie over. I hadn't much time to think, all I knew for certain was that I needed to see her face again soon or else I wasn't sure what I'd do.

I pursed my lips in a thin line as I walked up my front steps, deep in thought of what I would say to Charlie as I opened the front door.

I sensed something different when Martha wasn't greeting me with a tail wag at the door, causing my stomach to twist with a slight discomfort.

"Paul?" I heard an all too familiar voice call, causing my expression to fall in fright.

Maggie.

I heard Martha growling at her somewhere inside the house.

She turned around the corner into sight with a mischievous smile, wearing one of her almost too short dresses that used to drive me insane.

"W-what are you doing here?" My eyebrows furrowed into a line as I watched her shrug innocently.

"Well, I've been thinking about you Paulie." She began to circle around me like she was preying on me before we stood face to face.

"Maggie, I've told you already, I'm in love with someone else." I spoke sternly, watching her smile falter for a millisecond.

"Right, and I know what you said before, but when has a relationship ever stopped you before, huh?" She batted her eyelashes with that suggestive little smirk of hers that I would usually return with one of my own.

John had said the same thing to Charlie when he wanted to take a jab at me for still being in a relationship with Jane when I started seeing her.

The words made my blood begin to boil, I could never hurt her again.

"Paul, lover, I-" She took my hands in hers, trying to get the reaction she wanted from me, but seeing my face was filled with annoyance and impatience.

"I wont kiss and tell, it'll be our little secret. What d'you say, for old times sake?" She smiled seductively, causing a small smirk on my lips to grow as she ran her hand along my arm.

I slowly leaned in, watching intently as her eyes closed and her lips puckered together triumphantly, as is shed won some sort of competition.

Before out lips touched I moved my mouth close to her ear, so she could hear me clearly this time.

"I'm in love with someone else. So, whatever sort of, thing, this was, it's over." I pulled back my face before stepping around her to call Martha. I needed her to come with me to get Charlie back.

"Paul McCartney. If I walk out that door, I'm never coming back, I don't even care anymore if you're a Beatle." She huffed.

I rolled my eyes with my back turned to her, good, I thought, a Beatle was all she ever saw me as anyway.

"That was the hope." I turned back around to her with a small grin.

I had come to realize how some of the people around me had become negative influences on my life. I should've never wound up with Maggie in the first place, but I felt I was missing something, and now that I met Charlie I feel complete. I was in a very dark place then and I didn't want Maggie to ruin any chance of me finally being happy now.

She scoffed before stomping away out of the house, Martha barking after her angrily causing me to grin.

"Now, Martha, let's go get Charlie back." I smiled down at her, seeing Martha wagging her tail happily, her tongue flopping out of her mouth while she panted.

Charlie's P.O.V.
"Audrey, there's no way I'm letting you come out here, even if it's just to drop off my stuff." I argued with Audrey as we'd been for the past five minutes.

I had called her to tell her what happened the next morning after leaving London, feeling guilty I hadn't exactly saying a proper goodbye before I'd left completely. We weren't too far to see each other anymore, but it wouldn't be nearly as often as before.

"Oh, come on. I wanna see you Charlie, I wanna make sure you're alright." She pleaded desperately as if her life depended on it.

"Fine. If you really want to come to my house," I began.

"No," she began hurriedly, "meet me where we first met." A grin was evident on her voice as she began being cheesy.

"You aren't serious." I snorted.

That beach held the memories of one of the darkest times in my life, I had planned on never going back.

"For me? Please Charlie." She practically begged.

I stayed silent for a moment. It sounded blatantly obvious that she was up to something, but what, I wasn't certain. Maybe it would be a way of or her to have a sort of goodbye since that beach and Audrey were what made me want to  move to London in the first place, so in a way this could become the end of an era.

"Fine." I responded causing her to sigh in relief and thanking me continually before we said our goodbyes.

"You and Audrey could just go about chattering all day." My mother smiled shaking her head.

"She wants to drop off some stuff I left behind, I'm going out this afternoon if that's alright." I smiled brightly trying not to let my nerves show about going back to that beach.

"Well I don't see why not, but be home for dinner when your father gets home, he isn't too keen about letting you run about anymore, he wants you to-" She began.

"Marry a man I don't love for his money?" I snarled.

"He wants to make sure you don't end up on the streets. that's  where he ended up before he ended up before the war." She reminded me.

"Right." I sighed out looking down at my nails.

She looked at me pitifully before going off to do some household chores, leaving me with my thoughts.
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I had eventually gotten out of the house, having let my mother talk me into wearing a nice white shirt and a long blue skirt like I had used to long ago when my wardrobe was much more modest and boring.

I felt my stomach twisting as I walked along the shore looking for Audrey, I couldn't find her anywhere. I had begun to think she'd tricked me into coming here on my own, to reflect on leaving London in the same way I reflected on running out of my wedding.

I had almost completely lost hope of finding Audrey by the time a big old English sheepdog came into sight, her ears and tongue flopping as she ran over to me, nearly knocking me right over.

Had I become delusional?

Was it really her?

I crouched down to the dog's collar, my eyes immediately prickling with tears. Martha.

"Oh thank you miss," He trailed off in the same way he had when we met from behind me.

"Charlotte, or just Charlie." I spoke two seconds away from letting out an ugly sob, looking as his gentle features as if it were the first time again.

"Hello, just Charlie, I'm Paul." The line being cheesier than I remembered the first time.

This time, I quickly pulled him into me with great haste and pressed my lips onto his longingly, having missed every single part of him when I thought I'd never see him again. In the moment I didn't care if he'd made mistakes. I loved this man, more than I had anything before. He hoisted me by my hips up to his waist as I wrapped my legs around his torso. The chemistry of the kiss seemed stronger than ever before, our lips moving in sync with one another's in perfect tune.

I eventually pulled back for air, seeing Paul look into my eyes with a deep look of admiration as I pushed the stray pieces of hair blowing in the wind away from his face.

"I'm so sorry, I know, I was stupid and overthought everything, its just- I love you, more than I've loved anyone else before." He explained, melting my heart.

"I'm sorry too, I overreacted, I was just so scared that you wouldn't want me around because of my past, I couldn't handle that rejection from you." I frowned thinking back to hearing Will talking about how he didn't love me.

Martha barked causing the two of us to jump. I slid out of Paul's arms because of it, laughing as I leaned down to scratch behind her ear.

"Martha, my dear." Paul sighed out heavily in a whine as she'd stolen my attention.

"Oh, dear boy." I mimicked him, half quoting the sing title he'd been working on during the tour.

"Have you been reading my songs?" He asked suddenly defensively.

"No." I chuckled as he lifted my chin between his fingers to look into my eyes, examining my features gently.

"I'm sorry for ever doubting you love. It was stupid, and I understand if your angry," He apologized with a slight frantic ness, seeming as if he wanted to get it all of his chest.

"Paul, I understand what happened in the past is a hard pill to swallow, but that's exactly what it is. The past." I assured him, watching as he nodded intently.

"Can we go home? Martha and I missed you last night love. I never want to be apart another night." He looked serious about not staying apart another night causing my stomach to flutter with butterflies, that sounded alright to me.

"Well,  I'd like that a lot," I trailed of, my smile turning upside down.

"But?" Paul seemed concerned by my seeming uncertainty.

"But, it seems we're going to have to talk to my parents, won't we?" I sucked in a deep breath, watching his expression suddenly mirror mine.