I've Just Seen A Face

Just as I assumed, I did see The Beatles the next day. I went over to their hotel like I usually do. We were able to pick up George from the hospital that evening, but until then, the four of us just hung out.
“So, are you feeling better luv?” John asked me as we sat around talking, “you seemed pretty disturbed last night.”
“Yeah I’m much better. Thanks.” I said, “and I’m sorry I was kinda mean to you guys, it wasn’t you but I needed to take it out on someone and you guys were the only ones there.”
“What was wrong?” Ringo asked.
“I don’t really know. I think maybe it was the whole fact that Davy actually put George into the hospital. I can’t believe he would do something like that. It just made me really angry.” I said shaking my head. I glanced at Paul and he raised his eyebrows, surprised at my good cover-up for last nights bigger problems.
“I can’t believe that that bastard did that either. I have no respect for him whatsoever anymore.” John said mad.
“I agree.” Ringo said, Paul nodding. I didn’t want to talk about that so I decided to change the subject.
“So what are we going to do until we can go pick up George?” I asked. The boys shrugged their shoulders.
“Don’t know. What do you want to do?” Paul asked.
“If I knew, I wouldn’t be asking you guys.” I said smartly.
“Ooo, sorry Miss Smart Ass…” Paul replied jokingly. I made a face at him.
“Okay kids, settle down. I guess, the mature one will have to decide…” John said standing up and stretching. The three of us began laughing as Paul threw a pillow at John’s face.
“Right John…” he said dodging the pillow that John threw hard back at him.
“Well, it’s pretty nice today so we could go out to the pool for a bit and then maybe go get lunch, visit George, and bring him home. Sound good?” John suggested as he sat back down. We all agreed and went out for a swim. We swam for a couple hours and I managed to get a little tan. We then decided to walk to a little Café close to the hospital. It was a little family owned business and was surprisingly really good. It was about 2 o’clock when we walked over to the hospital to pay George a visit.
“Hey guys, I was wondering when you were going to come. I’ve been bloody bored.” George said as we walked in.
“Ya, well we had a few other more important things to do first.” John said smirking.
“Well, I was over at the hotel early wanting to see you right away, but they wouldn’t let me.” I said as I walked over and gave George a kiss. He smiled.
“I’ve missed you,” he said as he kissed me again.
“Same here,” I said smiling.
“Alright you two, get a room or stop it.” Paul said, John agreeing. I looked up at them and saw the pain in Paul’s face.
“Well, as a matter a fact, there is this empty room next door…” George said smiling and kidding. I laughed as best I could.
“Maybe later,” I said kissing his cheek.
“How are you feeling George?” Paul asked clearing his throat, getting away from the subject of me an George.
“Much better, almost normal. However I haven‘t had a smoke for hours, so I‘m dying here. I wonder when I can go…”
“Right now actually,” the nurse from last night said as she came into his room. She walked up to Paul and touched his face.
“Hi there gorgeous,” she said, “How are you doin’ today?”
“Better now…” he said smiling and raising those eyebrows of his. She put her hand in his coat pocket as if she was slipping something in there and walked over to George and me.
“Well, Mr. Harrison you are free to go.” she said.
“Good, thanks for everything.” he said politely as he got up from the bed. I smiled as best I could, with the nurse and Paul haunting my current thoughts.
“We just need you to fill these last few papers out. When you’re done drop them off at the Main Office out here around the corner and stay out of those fights in the future.” she said smiling and handing him the papers.
“Thanks,” he said laughing, and began filling out the papers he was given. The nurse began to leave the room, looking at Paul as she left. I stared at her, burning holes in the back of her head as she left.
“I’ll go with you, I need a ciggie.” Paul said as he followed the nurse out. “I’ll meet you guys downstairs.” He said and quickly looked at me before he turned back towards the door and smiling nurse.
“You got it Paul.” John said winking. It was only a few minutes before George was done and we were walking out of the hospital.

Paul was standing outside alone having a cigarette when we emerged from the building.
“Where’s the bird? I thought for sure you’d be off with her in that extra room.” John said. Paul laughed.
“Yeah, well turns out she wasn’t really my type. She gave me her number but I threw it away.” he said. I smiled as he looked at me. He returned the smile.
“What?! Well, in that case, I’ll meet you guys back at the hotel.” John said as he turned and began to walk back into the hospital after the nurse. Paul grabbed his arm.
“Come ‘ed John,” he said laughing again. We walked back to the hotel, me and George arm in arm. It was such a beautiful day. After we arrived back at the hotel, Paul had to run back outside to their car because he left his lighter in the back seat, and I ran to the vending machine out in the hall to get John a candy bar as he talked to Cynthia on the phone. When I got to the machine I stuck my dime in a pressed C9 for an O’ Henry. Just like in the movies, as the metal bar moved slowly away from the bar so it could fall, it stopped. I couldn’t believe it. Oh well, I wasn’t going to let it ruin my mood. Instead I did as they did in the movies and began banging on the machine. No luck. I went to the side and tried to move it. It was heavier than I thought. After about 15 minutes the candy bar decided to give in and fall. I grabbed it and headed back to the hotel room. As I opened the door looking down at the bent up candy bar I began talking.
“John you better enjoy th-” as I looked up I stopped. In front of me was Paul tied up in a chair with bruises and the other three Beatles surrounding him. I dropped the candy bar.
“Hey, that’s mine!” John yelled, coming to claim the now dropped O’ Henry.
“What is going on here!? Paul are you okay!?” I asked walking towards him. John stopped.
“No no, love. He’s dangerous.” I looked at John.
“Are you kidding me? John, it’s Paul.” I said confused looking over at Paul, who was giving me a rather odd look. I was taken aback. Why was he looking at me like I was a sex object?
“We know it’s Paul, sweetie,” George said walking over to me, John replacing his spot next to Paul. Paul turned to him and spit on his shirt.
“Let me go.” He said threateningly, and with that John gave him one right in the face. My mouth fell open. Uncontrollably I lunged towards Paul. I couldn’t believe John just punched him. George grabbed me.
“It’s alright love,” he said.
“What’s wrong with him?” I asked.
“Don’t know.” George said. “ He was taking an awful long time getting his lighter, so Ringo and I decided to go see if he was okay, you know, make sure he didn’t get nabbed by fans. Then we found him in an alley with these gangsters, smoking and drinking a beer.”
“So we approached him and asked what the hell he was doing with those guys. And then he freaked out and said he didn’t know us and to leave him the hell alone.” Ringo said.
“We continued to grab him when he began fighting back and actually threw his bottle of beer at us. We managed to get him up to the room, with quite a fight, and with the help of John we tied him up to the chair. He‘s been acting like an ass, so we‘ve been beating the crap out of him till he stops and realizes what he‘s doing.” George finished. I was still shocked. How did this happen?
“Hey, baby, you’re pretty hot. Want to come with me when I get the hell out of here? I‘ll show you a real man, not this sissy.” Paul said, winking at me. I made a face of disgust and said shook my head no.
“Shut up Paul,” George said slapping him across the face.
“George, I know he’s messed up, but I don’t like you hitting him.” I said wincing.
“Ya, listen to the babe.” Paul said.
“Sorry Olivia,” John said as he slapped Paul again. I covered my face.
“Holy hell, John, what are you doing!?” Paul yelled suddenly. I took my hands away from my face.
“Paul?!” I asked.
“Yeah?” he said wincing from his pain.
“Let him go you guys, it’s him!” I shouted. John squinted thinking about it.
“Not necessarily. Olivia, you stay here and don’t let him out. We’ll be right back.” John said as him, George and Ringo left somewhere. I looked back at Paul, bleeding from the nose.
“Oh Paul,” I said as I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and came back to him. He looked at me.
“What’s going on? Why am I beat up and why was John doing it?” he said partly pissed off. As I cleaned Paul’s face up I explained what had happened.
“What? That’s impossible. I don’t remember any of that.” Paul said.
“I know. I think it was one of those weird things like the island.” I said. He nodded and winced.
“Ouch,” he said. I felt so bad for him. I wanted so much to let him out.
“Paul, what happened last night?” I asked, testing him.
“What do you mean? You know what happened last night.” He said confused, “Olivia, please let me out…” he asked looking at me with his sad, pleading, brown eyes. I nodded.
“That’s why I’m asking you…” he finally understood.
“You were pissed that I flirted with the nurse at the hospital so I took you back to your house and we talked. We got things figured out. You need to figure things out with George before we can go ahead with us. Then the night ended perfectly with a kiss…” he said still looking at me. It was him. I knew it. I untied him and he fell forward off the chair.
“Whoa,” said as I caught him in my arms, “Paul are you okay?”
“I don’t know. I feel weird…” he said as he put his arms around my waist and rested his head on my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair, and kissed the top of his head. As much as I wanted him in that moment, George and the others could be home any minute.
“Paul, let’s move over to the bed.” I said. Soon his bruised face, still adorable, looked up at me with raised eyebrows.
“The bed? Olivia, is that you?” He asked. I smiled.
“That’s not what I meant.” I said as I kissed his forehead, “I mean for you to rest.”
“Oh.” he said looking down and sticking out his pouty bottom lip, “Damn it. I liked that Olivia.” I laughed along with his attempt to laugh through the pain.
“C’mon,” I said as I helped him up to his bed. Just as he laid down, the guys came in.
“Olivia! What are you doing? I told you to leave him there.” John said coming towards us quickly.
“I know, but it’s him. I tested him.” I said hoping he wouldn’t ask how. John and George looked at each other and then back at Paul who had either fallen asleep or passed out. They agreed it was him and let him sleep.

After he woke up, they knew for sure it was him and things were back to normal. They all apologized for beating him up, but claimed that had to do what they had to do. Paul understood. He joked that it was a good thing he was tied up otherwise they would’ve been in trouble. We all laughed. Poor Paul.
The rest of the night we just hung around watching TV, because Paul wasn’t really able to move anywhere. I spent that night at the hotel. The Beatles had to leave a few days later for the rest of their tour. Again, I didn’t go with on this one because it was one of their more busy tours. However, I’ll get to see them in a few weeks when they come back for another week. Until then, I’ll just count the days till I get to see George…and Paul, again.

On to Chapter 18