You and Paul weren’t discreet. It was obvious enough to the rest of The Beatles that you two were “messing around,” but then again, they were too busy with the band crumbling to dust to care. The only reason you guys were too afraid to tell the other guys, was out of fear of the band falling apart; as if that wasn’t happening already.

Sure, it was fun for a while. But little acts of affection here and there could only get you so far. Not even the nights alone with him—yes, not even hours of… loving—could suffice for the lack of love shown hours earlier whilst with the band. He knew you wanted more from him—and he could say the same about you—but you were both too afraid and caught up with the band!

He was stood beside the piano, the piano Mal had just set up in the new space intended to be your guys’ practice room while Apple Studios gets renovated. John and Yoko were both in their own world, Ringo and George discussing a song Ringo had came up with. Despite everyone doing their own thing, Paul’s eyes were on you. Watching you talk with Mal about whatever you and Mal had to talk about. Not in a creepy way, just in a ‘i-love-you-so-much-and-i-can’t-keep-loving-you-in-private’ way. Every time he caught your gaze, your eyes were almost locked in a downcast love.

It wasn’t easy, having to act like you were just best mates who were also band mates. Not after spending the entirety of last night touching each other’s bodies like it was the only thing you two were put on this earth for.

After a while, you were beside him, still leaning against the piano. His hand was sneakily, yet gently running up and down your side, as if trying to soothe the two of yous’ urges of pouncing on each other in front of everyone.

“Are you gettin’ tired of this yet?” He murmured softly, eyeing your facial features lovingly. He loved having big eyes. He thought he was meant to have them so he could really look at you. Get a good look at who he was meant to love. You didn’t know what he meant by ‘tired of this.’ Tired of practice? Of his gentle hand? Of only being able to love him in private because the two of you are cowards?