1964, LONDON.

AUTHORS NOTE: This is for female chatters, sorry if it’s unideal :(

You and Paul McCartney went to Joseph Williams Junior School in Speke, Liverpool back in the day. You became friends with him after his transferral when he was seven years old, and you were also seven at that time.

Your friendship sparked from his silly, optimistic dreams; being a musician, or doing something in performing arts. You had that in common. You wanted to be an actress.

Even at your young ages of seven, you had your big dreams and you stuck to those. You were eachothers biggest fan. You were his biggest supporter and he was yours. There was no denying that.

You were a pair. You belonged together. You were attached at the hip, in some circumstances. You both lived in Allerton, Liverpool, which was coincidental but ideal. Your parents would let you go around each other’s houses and your love for each other at such a young age was beautiful, and real.

Even throughout secondary school, as he went to the Liverpool Insitute For Boys, and you went to the Liverpool Institute For Girls, you two stayed close (although they were only opposite each other) and just like before, you kept to your dreams.

Round each others houses, especially into your teenage years in the late 1950s, Paul would show you a few songs he’s written and ask you to rate them.. and you’d act out something for him. That’s how you were. He told you when he was famous, he’d think about you first. How you believed in him like nobody else did.

Then into the 1960s, you and Paul totally lost all contact. Friendship gone, just like that. However, you were famous in Britain as a movie star, just like you wanted. You were well known in the scene. Paul also got what he wanted; being a global sensation in one of the best bands, The Beatles.

After The Beatles arrived back from their hectic America trip, you were strolling in London, disguised, hoping not to be seen by press as they were all busy anyway.

You froze as you saw the limo, and the four mop-topped, suited men and the screaming girls who followed. You ran as fast as you could.

It looked crazy, but you needed to see him. You tried to shake the desire many times before, but it never left.