I've Just Seen A Face

It wasn’t long after they got back that almost the very same thing that had happened to Paul a couple weeks back, happened to George. But I’ll get to that later. It was 7am, and I was at LA International waiting to meet The Beatles, who were scheduled to arrive at 7:35am. I was brought there by the chauffer that would drive us back into Malibu to their regular hotel. Already, there was a fairly big crowd of girls waiting to see a glimpse of their favorite band. I smiled to myself thinking about how once upon a time that was me. Granted, I never staked out the airport, but if I could’ve I would’ve. And now, I was dating George Harrison. Funny how things work out. I sat at a little table and had a cup of Cappuccino and a muffin, when the plane carrying the Beatles arrived. Right on schedule. I got up and began walking towards the garbage when garbage itself was thrown in my direction. I turned to the direction of which it came to see a girl staring at me. I picked up the trash.
“Was this yours?” I asked not sounding quite as angry as I felt. Why would she do that?
“You’re the girl that’s with George Harrison,” I looked down. Oh, that’s why, “I’ve seen you on a few of their tours.” she said sounding like she was ready to throw herself at me any moment. I didn’t really know what to do or say. This sort of thing never really happened to me before. I had it maybe once or twice with Davy, but none of the girls looked quite the way this girl was looking at me.
“Um, yes that’s me.” That’s all I could think of to say. She continued to stare, “Could I help you with something?” I asked. That was dumb. Of course I couldn’t help her, she wanted to kill me.
“Yeah, leave George alone. He’s mine.” she said as she began walking towards me. I looked around, but the chauffer and guards were no where in sight. They were probably already getting The Beatles off the plane. I then just wanted to run, but I couldn’t go to The Beatles because she would follow me right there. Instead, I just began backing up slowly.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know-”I began to say, but she cut me off.
“Oh don’t act nice. Just leave him alone. George Harrison is mine.” She said again, still walking towards me. Geez, these girls were possessive. Just as she neared me another girl came up to us. Oh, great.
“George Harrison is mine.” She said, and I began to get scared for my life. Instead, the first girl turned to her and they began to argue with each other giving me the opportunity to sneak away before they both came at me because I was actually with George. Looking at my watch, I was late for meeting the Beatles at their car. I began to run hoping I wasn’t causing fan troubles for making them wait…I hope they were waiting! I began to run faster and as I got to the car, I saw George and a couple guards standing outside of the car, surrounded by fans, looking for me. I began waving my hands and soon George was pointing at me and after a few minutes a couple guards helped me make my way through the crowd and to the Beatles.
“Are you okay?” George asked putting his arms around my waist and giving me a quick kiss as I approached him.
“Yes, I’m fine. I just had a run in with one of your BIG fans,” I told him as we got into the car.
“Get lost?” Ringo asked from the front seat. I smiled.
“No, I was almost attacked.” I laughed thinking back on it.
“Attacked?” George asked. The car beginning to move forward away from the crowded airport.
“Yeah, I was on my way to meet to guys here, on time too I might add, and some girl threw her garbage at me.”
“Really? What did she say?” John asked, next to Ringo.
“Yeah. Well, asked her if that was her garbage and she just stared at me saying ‘I know you. You’re the girl that’s with George Harrison. I’ve seen you on their tours.’” I told them.
“What did you say?” John asked.
“Nothing at first. I didn’t know what to say. Then finally I said, ‘Ya that’s me can I help you with something’.” I laughed, “It was a pretty dumb thing to say, but I was scared and I couldn’t think of anything else to say to better my situation.” I said.
“Oh, you were scared?” George said sympathetically as he grabbed my hand and gave me a kiss.
“Then what happened?” Paul asked, sitting on the other side of me. I turned to him.
“Well, she said that I should leave George alone because he was hers. Then I started to apologize, you know, just trying to be nice, when she told me to shut up and leave him alone.”
“What a crazy bird,” Paul said. I nodded.
“Yeah, she started to walk towards me and I could only back away from her. Finally another girl came claiming George to be hers, and they began fighting, which gave me the chance to get away.” I said.
“Wow, I’m sorry that happened to you,” George said. I smiled.
“Yeah, I’m actually surprised it didn’t happen sooner. How was your flight guys?” I asked.
“Eh, just like any other flight.” John said, “Paul slept like usual, and George, Ringo, and me played Poker.”
“Who won?” I asked, hoping it was George.
“John and Ringo,” George said. John and Ringo beamed. It was a 2 hour drive back to Malibu so the rest of the way we just talked, John and Paul falling asleep. We arrived back at the hotel at around 10 am. George and Ringo woke up John, and I was in charge of waking up Paul.
“John get up, we’re back,” George said shaking John. John swung at him. Were all British people cranky when they are awoke? So far, 3 of the 6 I knew were. Davy, John, and Paul. George and Ringo continued to wake him up, and I was scared to try Paul.
“Paul, Paul wake up…” I whispered loud enough so he could hear me. Nothing. I placed my arm on his and squeezed slightly, saying it again. This time he groaned.
“No,” he said as he turned the other direction. I shook him a little harder.
“Paul, we’re back at the hotel. You can sleep here in the car if you want, but I’m sure your bed will be more comfortable.” I said in a normal tone. Again, he groaned and pushed my hand away. He was so stubborn. I opened the door outside and got out. I grabbed his hand and began pulling.
“Paul get up!” I yelled, and pulled him so he landed on his butt outside. He was awake.
“What the hell-” He said and looked up at me. He stopped and smiled shyly, “Oh, hello.” he said.
“Morning. Sorry, I tried being nice but you wouldn’t give so I had no choice.” I told him helping him up.
“Ya, I’m a pretty stubborn sleeper.” He agreed rubbing his butt. I laughed.
“Are you coming guys?” I asked George and Ringo.
“Yeah, John’s up, but we’ll meet you up there.” Ringo said throwing Paul one of the keys. Paul barely caught it still half asleep.
“Alright,” he said and we began walking upstairs to their rooms. We walked in a Paul went straight to the bed and collapsed.
“Why are you so tired?” I asked.
“Oh…I was up late last night and the flight was early.” He said, eyes shut.
“What were you doing last night?” I asked making conversation, but he was either ignoring my question of he fell asleep because he didn’t answer. I shrugged my shoulders and went into the bathroom to touch up my hair and make-up. I returned into the room as John and Ringo walked in.
“Where’s George?” I asked.
“He’s getting the last of the suitcases.” John said.
“Oh,”
“Paul’s sleeping again?” Ringo asked laughing.
“Yeah, what did you guys do last night?” I asked.
“We had a party, and our Paulie here, got some.” He laughed, “No wonder he’s so tired.” I faked a smile. He got some. That’s why he didn’t answer. He may be asleep now, but there’s no way he could’ve fallen asleep that quick before. Hm, I thought he didn’t want to do that anymore. I knew it was too good to be true. Although I wanted to feel angry, I remember our talk. “We can’t be getting mad at each other…” he said. Well, I understand flirting with other girls to make things not obvious, but he slept with one! I tried not to be as mad as I was, but nevertheless I was mad, or disturbed we could say since we aren’t supposed to be mad at each other.
“Are you okay Olivia?” John asked, “You look strange…” I shook my head. I must’ve had a scowl on my face or something.
“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking.” I said, “So, um, shouldn’t George be back by now?” I asked.
“Yeah,” John said leaving the room. A few minutes later, he returned.
“Hey, guys, he’s not down there.”
“What? Where did he go?” I asked.
“I don’t know. The bags and everything were just laying on the ground, and George is nowhere to be found.” John said. I began to get scared.
“You should call Brian.” Ringo said. John agreed and the two of them went to the phone. I went over to Paul and hit him. He woke up right away.
“What?” he whined looking at me and flipping over.
“Paul, George is missing.” I said. He turned back over to me.
“What do you mean, he’s missing?”
“What else does it mean? He’s missing, gone, don’t know where he went.” I said angry and freaking out at the same time. Paul sat up and rubbed his eyes. John hung up the phone and walked over to us.
“Brian is going to talk to some people and me and Ringo are going to take a look around in the hotel. Paul, you and Olivia go check outside again.”
“Got it.” Paul said and got up. I followed him out.
“When did this happen?” He asked.
“A few minutes ago. He was taking forever bringing in the bags and so John went to check on him. He wasn’t anywhere and the bags were just laying on the street.” I said still angry at Paul. He noticed.
“Are you alright? I’m sure we’ll find him.” He just didn’t know why. I nodded.
“I hope so,” I said. “You sure fell asleep fast.”
“Yeah, I was tired. Didn’t get to bed until late last night, or this morning I guess.” He said yawing and pulling out cigarette. We began walking down the street looking in all the alleys.
“What was her name?” I asked still looking for George.
“Who?” Paul said looking at me. I looked at him long enough to say,
“The girl you slept with last night.” Then I returned to looking for George. Suddenly, I was walking by myself. I stopped and turned around to see Paul just standing there.
“Paul what are you doing, come on, we have to find George!” I said and started walking again. He ran to catch up.
“How did you know about that?” he asked me.
“Well, I didn’t think you could fall asleep that fast so I figured you were hiding something. So I asked John.” I said nonchalantly. He sighed blowing smoke out of his nose and dropped his cigarette.
“Olivia,” he started.
“Paul, I don’t care. If you want to sleep with girls again, that’s your deal not mine.”
“Yes it is, or else you wouldn’t be so upset.” he said. I slowed down. He was right. How could I be worried about me and Paul, when my current boyfriend is now missing.
“I just think it’s odd how you told me you don’t want to do that anymore, and then yesterday you do. I knew I couldn’t believe that whether you meant it at the time or not.” I said.
“Olivia, I was high. And honestly, I thought about you.” I rolled my eyes.
“Thanks, it’s nice to know you thought about me while sleeping with another girl.” I said walking faster again.
“That’s not what I meant. I meant before I did it. I thought of you and what I told you. I was so close to not doing anything, but being that I was high and that we aren’t really together, I did it anyway.” he said. I didn’t say anything, “Olivia, when I said I was going to wait for you, I meant it. I will. But, if you want me just to stop doing what I normally do, partying and drinking, then that’s crackers. Especially, when you are getting stuff from me and George. It’s like that saying, ‘you can’t have your cake and eat it too.’. It’s not fair that you should be able to have me for kissing or whatever and have George, your boyfriend, but yet I can’t even flirt with other girls. We aren’t together.” I slowed down again. He was right.
“I know, you’re right. I kept telling myself not to get mad at you, for that reason, but sleeping with them? Paul, I haven’t slept with George at all. And I don‘t think I can now that I have feelings for you as well. I don‘t know. Maybe we should just stop doing what we‘re doing…” I said. I couldn’t think of any other solution.
“Olivia-” he started to say.
“Hey, guys! We found him!” We turned around and found George, standing with John. I just looked at Paul and he sadly looked back. I turned and began running towards George. I gave him a big hug.
“Are you okay? Where did you go?” I asked.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare anyone. But, I stopped over at that music store right there.” he said pointing, “it closed a 10 minutes ago and I wanted to go in.” I gave him a little punch.
“You should’ve told us, we were worried.” I said hugging him again. Paul walked up to us.
“Gave us quite a scare mate.” He said.
“Yeah, sorry bout that.”
“C’mon, let’s go back inside.” John said and we all headed back into the hotel.

The rest of the afternoon it rained so we all stayed inside talking and playing Monopoly. I actually won! Throughout the afternoon, George was acting really strange. He wasn’t himself at all. After Monopoly, George stood up.
“Well, that was fun. But I’m going to go out and have a cigarette. I’ll be back this time, I promise.” He said smiling.
“Man, this is a smoking room,” Paul said holding up his current ciggie.
“Oh I know, but I want some fresh air. I love the smell after it rains.” He said and left the room.
“Hey, is George acting weird?” I asked. They knew him better than I did.
“Yeah, really weird. I’m going to go out after him.” Paul said. He stood up and left. Again, he returned with the same news.
“He’s gone again.” he said breathing hard. I thought I saw him running down the street but after chasing him a bit, I lost him.” he said. John and Ringo stood up.
“What the bloody hell is his problem?” He asked. He put on his coat.
“We’re going to go look for him again. Are you okay staying here alone?” John asked.
“Yeah, I think I’ll be fine.” I said smiling a little. Paul looked concerned.
“You sure? I can stay here with you.” he offered.
“No, I’ll be okay. You guys go ahead. And I really hope you find him.” I said truthfully.
“Okay, see you in a bit.” Ringo said and they left. Moments after they left George returned, out of breath like Paul.
“George?! Where were you?” I asked standing up. “Paul went down to see if you were okay, and he said you were running from him.”
“Running from him? Why would I do that? I was taking a jog down the street and back, then I came here. I didn’t know he was chasing me.” he said as he came towards me. He pulled me towards him and kissed me. I pulled away.
“George, you’re acting kinda strange.” I said, “is everything okay?”
“Yes, everything is fine. Do you want to take a drive. It’s beautiful out.” I hesitated but he’s face was so sincere looking and cute.
“Sure, let me get my coat.” He helped me put it on and we went out to the car. We drove out to the pier and he parked the car. We just sat there looking at the lights reflecting off the water. It really was beautiful.
“George, you were right. This is pretty.” I said.
“So are you,” he said and began kissing my neck. I was surprised, George wasn’t usually like that. Soon his hands started roaming.
“George…” I said sort of laughing. I looked up and smiled at me.
“What? Can’t I kiss you?” he asked. I smiled.
“Well, yes, but wouldn’t you rather be more slow and romantic?” I asked.
“No, I really want to kiss you,” he said and began to put himself on me. This was enough, something was wrong. This wasn’t George. I pulled him away.
“Um, George, I’m cold, Maybe we should go back. The other guys are looking for you.” I said.
“They’ll see me later, and I can warm you up if you just relax.” he said still trying to get himself on me. I pushed him away again, and this time he looked angry.
“George, no, I want to go back.” I said turning to open the door. If he wasn't going to drive me, I'd walk. He stopped me.
“No, we aren’t going to go Olivia. Now settle down.” He said grabbing me rather hard.
“George, stop it!” I screamed. Now he was getting really rough.
“Shut up Olivia, and settle down.” He said. I continued to struggle, desperate to get out of his grasp.
“You aren’t George, let me go!” I screamed again. He didn’t stop.
“HELP!” I screamed as loud as I could. With that the imposter slapped me. My whole face stung and tears welled up in my eyes as I just stared at him.
“If you don’t shut up and cooperate, you’ll get it again.” he threatened. Just then the door on the other side opened and Paul lunged himself into the car dragging George out and throwing him on the ground. Paul crawled back in and I grabbed a hold of him for dear life.
“Paul,” I said crying into his shirt because my face hurt and I was scared. He held onto me softly but firmly. I felt safe.
“It’s okay, Olivia. I’m here.” He said, stroking my back. Suddenly I saw the man claiming to be George getting up.
“Paul,” I warned looking towards the door. Paul turned around, “Paul, it’s not George. It’s not George.” I said.
“I know.” Paul said as the George grabbed Paul and began to drag him. Paul got out and they began to fight. I was crying even more. All I could do was shout Paul’s name. Luckily, Paul beat the guy and jumped in the car getting us out of there.
“Are you okay?” I asked seeing a bruise forming on his face. Poor guy probably just healed from his previous bruises a few weeks ago, and now he gets another one. I was in the front seat now, and I kissed his bruise softly and grabbed his hand, “Thank you.” I said smiling.
“Don’t mention it.” He said squeezing my hand.
“How did you know I was there and that it wasn’t George?” I asked.
“We saw our car drive by, must’ve been you and this creep, so we ran after it here. As we walked towards it, John heard a noise from behind some of the crates. George was behind then tied up and beat up. We untied him, and then I thought, if this is George who the hell is in our car? So as John and Ringo freed George and walked him back to the hotel, I said I would check it out. As I came towards it I saw you with someone on top of you and then I heard you screaming help. I ran to the car just to see him slap you and the rest you know.” he said as we arrived back at the hotel. He began to open the door.
“Paul, wait.” I said. He turned to me shutting the door. We just looked at each other. I was in pain from learning that Paul had had sex with another the night before, but in this moment I couldn’t do anything but kiss him. He saved me from what could have been very bad. It was perfect. We got out and headed upstairs to see if George was okay and what had happened.

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