𝐈𝐭 𝗪𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞⁣ *𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤*

I Should Have Known Better

August 21st, 1960

"Just relax kid," John said to me.

We were walking to a local Hamburg pub to have a drink with Paul. John had persuaded you to tell Paul about the 'incident' today.

The sooner, the better.

"Just take a deep breath," John said with his arm around your shoulders, "This will go over smoothly. Remember when he found out you and Diana were dating? It'll be easy-peasy!"

You looked up at John sternly, "If I recall, Paul bashed my head into a brick wall."

"Yeah, well...How much worse will this be?"

"Ask me that again," you harshly replied.

~*~*~

"Hiya boys!" Paul said, already at a table with a couple of drinks.

"Hey Paulie!" John said, the two of us sitting down with him.

We sat at the table for a few minutes, not being suspicious, until John nudged my leg, telling me to get on with it.

"Hey Paul," you began, "I need to talk to you about...something. And John, if you could just- let us talk?"

John nodded, but before he got up you quickly whispered to him.

"Stay close just in case he wraps his hands around my neck..."

"Will do," John said, leaving with his drink.

"So what is it George?" Paul asked.

Suddenly you started to become hot and your face flushed with red.

"Are you okay?" Paul asked, actually concerned.

You looked around the bar helplessly, finding John and looking him in the eyes. John nodded at you slowly, telling you to go on.

You faced Paul again and he was confused.

"Y-You know how me and Diana have been- going out?" You asked.

"Yes?" He replied.

"Well, you know, it has been more than...friendly?"

"Yes..." Paul replied once more.

You choked up and tripped over your words.

"Paul," you stuttered, "I'm really sorry..." you fought out the last words.

You looked straight at Paul and he looked back at you blankly.

"Dont- Just don't tell me what I think you're going to..." he muttered.

"I didn't want this to happen..." You stammered. You wanted to cry at the point, but you knew you couldn't.

"Say it," Paul said, balling his fists across the table.

"Paul-"

"Say it!" He spat.

You fidgeted in your seat and rubbed your sweaty hands together under the table.