Till There Was You (A Paul McCartney Love Story)

Till There Was You (A Paul McCartney Love Story)

My second Beatles fan-fic! It's not that good, but if you like it, please tell me!

Chapter 1

I've Just Seen A Face

London, England, January 11, 1964

Ahhhh, the public library, I thought. It's the greatest place to be.
I was in college and in need of some serious research on Great Britain history. I needed to write a 10,000 word essay on the effects of a monarchy and how British life would be different with another type of government. I browsed through row after row and lugged a big stack of books in my hands. Eventually, I came to the end of my search. I found a table where I could read and I let out a great sigh. I had my work cut out for me.
"Better get started," I whispered to myself. The book on top of the stack was about Queen Elizabeth. I decided I would start at the bottom. "Perfect. 'Establishing Great Britain'. Sounds interesting," I whispered again. I opened the book and had my pencil and journal ready for some hardcore note-taking. I began on the first page and got through to page 15 when I saw someone pick up the Queen Elizabeth book from my stack.
"Excuse me," I said. "I'm going to need that."
The person that took it sat down across from me and flipped through the book. "Did you know that Queen Elizabeth is the only person in Great Britain that is exempt from having a license and a passport?" The man asked like he was a know-it-all. He had dark brown, maybe even blakc, hair and a cute face. "So, what brings a pretty girl like you here?" Oh, he's a know-it-all AND a flirt.
"To answer your first question, no, I didn't know that. That's interesting. And to answer your second, I'm retrieving information for an essay for school." I tried to be as friendly as possible when I really needed to focus and get busy.
"At which university are you studying?" He just couldn't leave me alone. I kind of like it, though.
"St. Mary's," I stated simply. I kept my eyes in the book.
"That was my mum's name. She died on October 31st, 1956." He sounded like he was thinking deeply. "Anyway, I wish I had gone to university. But I probably wouldn't be where I am in my career now," he said. I think he wanted me to ask my next question.
"And what career is that?"
"Oh, I'm a musician. I'm in a band. Rock 'n' roll."
"You could say that," he whispered like it was a secret.
"Well, I only listen to classical music and the occasional jazz."
"I fancy those types, too, but rock 'n' roll is my passion." He just wouldn't stop talking. "I'm terribly rude. I'm Paul." He stuck out his hand.
"I'm Quinn, but most people call me Queenie." I reached out my hand as well expecting only a shake. He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips kissing it softly.
"So, I s'pose this book really fits you then." He held up the Queen Elizabeth book. "I guess I'll leave you to it, then. If you finish up soon, I'll be right down the street getting tea if you want to join me. Of course, if you don't, there's a big chance I'll never see you again and that would be a shame. I've never come across a woman so beautiful." He stood up and lefft with a wink.
I really craved some tea since he mentioned it. I packed up my things and checked out four books. My research could wait. I walked down the street with a grin on my face and a skip in my step. Something about Paul made me strangely happy. He was very cute and sweet and when I looked into his hazel eyes, I felt like I was swimming in honey.
I walked into the diner and saw Paul sitting in a booth with his back to the door. There was a boy sitting across from him that looked to be about my age. They were talking and laughing. I went up behind Paul and the boy nodded towards me so Paul would turn around.
"Queenie!" He exclaimed. "I didn't think you'd come."
"When you mentioned tea, I became thirsty all of a sudden," I joked. I wasn't sure if I was truly there for the tea or because I wanted to see Paul.
"This is George," he whispered. "He's in the band, too."
"Hello," George said. He waved and smiled.
I waved and smiled back, then said to Paul, "Why are you whispering?"
"Crazy fans. Don't want them interrupting our tea break," George butted in.
I laughed and sat beside Paul. "You're funny," I said to George.
"He's serious," Paul retorted. "They really are crazy. You see, we're only in town for a series of concerts. We'll be leaving tomorrow to go to Paris. We'll be back in London in April."
"What band is this?" I couldn't exactly wrap my head around meeting two famous musicians.
"The Beatles," George leaned in and whispered.
I heard crickets chirping. "Never heard of them," I said after moments of silence.
"Really?" Paul asked.
"Yeah. I told you I only listen to classical and the occasional jazz."
"I like her," Paul said to George.
George nodded in agreement.
"What can I get for you, Darling?" A waitress asked. She scared me. I wasn't expecting her. She was old, short, and fat.
"I'll just have a cuppa." I wasn't real particular about my tea.
After about thirty minutes of drinking tea and chatting with Paul and George I checked my watch. "I need to go. I'm going to miss my class." I pulled out my wallet and was rummaging around for money.
Paul grabbed my arm and said, "I'll pay for it, Love."
"Are you sure?"
"Thank you. I guess this is goodbye." I leaned over and hugged Paul tightly and stood up. I gave George the same goodbye as our hello: a wave and a smile. I was on my way out when Paul called my name.
"Queenie! What's your last name? You know, so when I'm back in town I can get in touch."
"Franklin. Quinn Franklin," I answered as I was walking out. I turned and blew a kiss to Paul. He winked.

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