Lost & Found | Paul McCartney

Chapter 1

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1967

Hi, I'm Mo. Maureen. No, not Ringo's wife, and I'm tired of everyone constantly asking me that.

I live in Liverpool but it's too crowded for me, even though I grew up here. I prefer the spacious green fields, the simple rural life which unfortunately can't bring me money, so that's the biggest reason I'm still hanging around.

My mother is a wonderful working-class woman who works in one of the biggest libraries in Liverpool. My father is involved with the medical sector so he's often out of town for a long time, and I miss him a lot.

I'm working in a small office and we are often packed, but I don't mind it. I can't say I'm absolutely enjoying it, but it's better than nothing.

And here is my best friend Stacey. She's twenty-three, one year younger than me and we know each other for more than twelve years now. I don't have many close friends and I like it that way, quality over quantity.

I started sprinting three weeks ago, every second week and Stacey isn't as sporty as me but she's accompanying me most of the days. Like today.

We went for a jog around 8:00 this morning and a couple of hours have passed already. Forgot to mention the fact she's a huge Beatles fan so I'm constantly hearing new stories about them...and of course, I know who they are, who doesn't, but...what about it?

Besides, one of them, Paul, seems to live on the other side of the street, a couple of houses away from mine. Well, not enough away because I'm often hearing screaming fans and in truth, it's often driving me nuts.

What is the big fuss anyway? I know the Beatles are pretty famous and good musicians, but...

"8km, Mo," Stacey said, barely breathing "Too much, 'kay? Never joggin' with you again"

"You're makin' excuses..and you've said that already," I said, taking a big sip of my water

"Any plans for later?" she asked me and we heard a massive bang, awfully gray clouds hovering above our heads "...okay, I'll phone you later and we will figure somethin' out...better go home now.."

We usually parted in a way where we're equally away from our homes. I was close to my house, a couple of houses away from Paul's when it started pouring.

I'm not made of sugar, so I just continued walking at a normal pace.

But it started hailing almost immediately. Good times.

I've never seen such hail, hail so big I couldn't even reach my house, so I started looking for a shed. There was not a single one. Damn those houses.

I probably looked like a terrified rabbit, looking left and right and the best thing is I wasn't even able to cross the street because of the river that molded there at this point. Great.

This only happens in the movies, I thought. I just knew how ridiculous I looked.

Next thing I remember is some force lifting me in the air and running. My mind was foggy. I realized the person kicked the front door with their foot and I was seated on a very antique-looking sofa.

"Poor little thing, you alright?" 

Paul...? That was unexpected.

"Oh, 'm guessing so.."

"Comin' down in buckets," he said, looking out the window "You'll stay here till it stops...you live far away?"

"Actually I live on the other side of the street.."

He knelt next to me, analyzed my face and head for bruises, and smiled "Everythin' seems fine, no worries. I've been hit worse than that and not with hail balls.." he snickered "..gonna give you a towel and sum' clothes.. you are completely drenched... Fancy a cuppa, by the way?"

"You don't have to do this," I said, raindrops from my clothes falling on the ground. He noticed and winked and smiled "Be right back."
He gave me a big black t-shirt and black female leggings.

I looked at him. I don't want to wear his girlfriend's clothes. I was about to say it when he interrupted me, perfectly understanding my confusion.

"My ex. The only thing she left here, apparently.." he heaved a half sigh, half-mocking laugh ".. the other option is anything of mine which I think..won't be very....appropriate"

"Thank you," I said and smiled, and he went out of the room. I removed my wet wristwatch, hoping it will still work properly, and my silver bracelet and put them on the wooden table.

"Manners. I forgot to ask your name.."

"I'm Maureen. More popular as Mo."

"More popular? Popular where?  What was I on?

"Maureen" he repeated "Mo, Mo, Molly Mo" he started humming "Nice to meet you, Mo, I'm Paul"

"I..figured" I smiled slightly

"Yeah, I guess.." a small smile formed on the corners of his mouth "Uhm...you never said if you fancy a cuppa?"

"Oh, no, Paul, you've done more than enough, thank you"

"More than enough? Do you think I'll see a girl in the rain, let alone when it's hailing and leave her standin' there? I did nothing, it's important you're fine, innit?"

I smiled. He was so caring. In a way, I knew that from my very talkative friend Stacey but I also knew he could get any girl he wanted, so he was a danger zone.

Not that I was having thoughts in that direction.

I turned my head to the left, looking out the window, noticing the rain had stopped. Time to beat it.

"Looks calm," I stood up "Ta for the care. and the clothes..I'll return them to you as soon they're clean, promise."

"Oh, no, please keep 'em. Don't think 'bout that," he said gently

"I will return them to you," I said insistently and smiled "Not mine anyway"

We were at the door and he moved a bit so I can go out first, his hand on my shoulder.

I turned around
"Thank you," I said silently

"Nothing for" he mimicked me and smiled

I entered my bedroom, sat on my bed, and took a moment to process. I looked at the t-shirt he gave me.

What the hell just happened?