Chapter 8

I didn’t stay in the car for very long thinking about Davy. I had to go over to the Hotel and talk to George so I could tell him how I really felt. I opened the car door and ran to my car. I drove to the hotel as fast as I could (obeying the speed limit of course). When I got there I parked so quickly that I was halfway over the line. That was a major pet peeve of mine and I’m sure it was to others, but I didn’t really care right now. As I locked my car door and turned around, I noticed there was a van and a limo. Confused, I picked up my pace to a run. I kept running until I was at John and Paul’s door (I went here because I always tended to be in here). I knocked on the door.
“What’s the password?” said a voice inside.
“Um, I don’t know…”I said worrying I wouldn’t get in, “This is Olivia if it means anything.” I waited for a few seconds when I heard clanking from the lock on the other side. The door opened,
“Hey Paul,” I said out of breath.
“Hey Olivia,” he said gesturing me in while he took a drag of his cigarette, “Is everything alright?” he asked looking strangely at me.
“Um, yes and no. I just really need to talk to George. Is he here?” I said looking around at the empty room.
“No sorry luv, gotta settle with just me for a while,” he said smiling. ‘That won’t be tough’, I thought, “Is this about the radio by any chance?” I shook my head and smiled.
“Yes actually. How did you know?” I asked sarcastically.
“Oh you know, I just know those things.” He said inhaling again on his ciggie, “No, actually we didn’t even know if you heard.”
“Well I did and I’m glad, because it made me realize I was wrong. That’s why I need to talk to George.” He nodded, “So where is everyone?”
“They went out for lunch. I wasn’t too hungry and I’m the only one left who hasn’t packed, so I stayed here.”
“Yeah, I saw the van and limo outside. Are you leaving tonight or something?” I said sitting down on the edge of the bed next to his suitcase.
“That was the plan yes, but who knows now…” He said giving me a funny look and trying to zip his suitcase. He was obviously having troubles so I stood up and offered him my assistance.
“Thank you,” he smiled, zipping the bag while I held it shut.
“No problem. Maybe you should get a bigger suitcase next time.” I suggested. He laughed,
“Yes, that, or I have to stop buying things.” I laughed with him and sat back down. He put his suitcase on the floor, and letting out a big sigh he sat in the suitcase’s previous spot next to me. I looked over at him.
“Rough week?”
“Ah, not really. I’m just tired mostly.” He answered leaning across me to put out his cigarette in the ashtray on the little desk at the side of the bed.
“Excuse my reach, “ he said politely.
“No problem,” I said once again, trying not to allow my mind to wander about the thoughts of this particular and rather handsome Beatle. To take my mind off of these thoughts, I asked him another question.
“So where are you guys headed next?” he leaned back over me to his spot.
“Well, to be honest I don’t really know.”
“Really? No idea?”
“Nope. They don’t really tell us till right before. You know, ‘Oh by the way boys, we’re going to New York,’ sort of thing.”
“Weird,” I said not knowing what else to say. We sat in silence, sneaking glances at each other in the mirror directly in front of us.
“Oh, I never got to tell you. You were great on the Ed Sullivan show.” He said. I turned and looked at him,
“Thanks,” he nodded,
“You know, I never pictured such a beautiful voice coming from you,” I gave him a confused look and his eyes got big when he suddenly realized what his comment sounded like.
“Oh, whoa, no, I mean. Shit. That’s not what I meant. I don’t mean you look like a horrible singer or not talented or something, oh jeez. I mean, how could something bad come from something so… I mean, it would only make sense that an amazing voice would come from something so amazingly beautiful, and-” he stopped himself after that. This was so cute. He was all flustered and nervous. I smiled and glanced at him through the mirror because he turned his face the in the other direction. He had his eyes shut with the ‘What was I thinking?’ expression.
“It’s okay Paul, I know what you mean. I just don’t look like the singer type.” I shrugged.
“Only cuz you’re more shy. I just couldn’t picture you singing in front of hundreds of people. That’s all I meant to say in that embarrassing babble of mine.” He laughed nervously. Again I just smiled.
“Hey Olivia,” he said.
“Yes Paul,” I said noticing his sudden mood change.
“This is probably a horrible time to do this, but I need to tell you something,”
“Okay…” I wondered what was going on.
“Um,” he paused, “I think I-” We heard talking suddenly in the hall and soon John, George, and Ringo walked in interrupting Paul.
“Hey mates,” Paul said totally dropping the subject and pretending he had never started it, which bothered me. I wanted to know what it was he was going to tell me.
“Hey Paul, hey Olivia,” John said. George looked up. I smiled at him and saw the faintest smile appear on his face. He knew why I was here. Why else would I return after yesterday’s encounter unless I changed my mind?
“Hi guys,” I said.
“So what brings you back to our temporary humble abode?” John asked acting stupid.
“I need to talk with George,” I looked at Paul who gave me a half smile. I really wish I knew what he was thinking, “George?” I asked focusing back on him.
“Oh yeah sure,” he said as he led me into him and Ringo’s bedroom. He shut the door.
“So, I heard you guys might leave tonight?”
“Yeah, there really isn’t a reason to stay another day anymore.” He said sitting down. I continued to stand.
“Did that reason have to do with me by any chance?” he looked up at me.
“What do you think?”
“Well, in that case, you should stay.” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“George you were right about me being wrong. After I heard ‘I Need You’, I realized I had made a big mistake in what I told you yesterday. I want to give whatever we have here a chance to develop into something bigger. I don’t know why I kept telling myself it wouldn’t work. Maybe it’s because you’re famous, I don’t know. But I do know that I feel very strongly about you and that I want to give this relationship a start. I know you’re probably thinking I stupid or something, but I hope you can forgive and forget anything I said that might’ve hurt you yesterday, because the only things I meant are the very reasons I’m here talking to you right now asking if…”
“If what?” he asked curious although he knew the answer. I was sick of talking so I walked over to him and bent over to kiss him. I missed that kiss so much. I know I’ve only kissed him 3 or 4 times, but it’s been days since I had and it was a very good kiss. It was so safe and warm. This went on for a few minutes gradually getting more affectionate. I pulled back and looked at him.
“George I’m so sorry about what I said,”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, giving me a quick kiss, “I have an idea.”
“Okay.”
“Why don’t you come with us.” He said.
“What? Where?”
“Where do you think? On tour with us!” he said very happily. I was shocked. I wasn’t expecting this at all.
“George, I-”
“What? Come on, as I understand this, we’re a couple, are we not?”
“Yes,” I said smiling big. His returning smile was just as big if not bigger. He quickly gave me another kiss before he continued.
“So you should come, so we can be together instead of leaving each other right away. Plus, the other guys love you and will think of you’re coming very fab.” He did have a point about the whole going away right away thing.
“Okay, I’ll come,” I said laughing, “There isn’t really anything here for me right now, and you do have a point. I don’t want to leave you.” He grabbed my hand smiling.
“Let’s go tell the others,” he said and we made our way out into the other room where the others were still situated. They all turned and looked at us and we walked in the room holding hands.
“I take it everything went well?” John asked smiling.
“Yep, you assume correctly. Me and Olivia are officially a couple.” George beamed. I beamed along with him. I was so excited for this. This was going to be so different compared to what it was with Davy. I began thinking about what he said earlier about the tour. Going on tour with them would be so groovy, but what about my new career? I mean, we just got done doing the Ed Sullivan Show and now I was going to leave. I hope the other girls won’t be mad at me. I looked around at the other Beatles smiling. Their smiles were all genuine; except for Paul’s. I still needed to ask him exactly what he was going to say to me earlier.
“Hey, guess what?” George said to the others.
“You and Olivia are together?!” John exclaimed with a smirk. George rolled his eyes.
“Knock it off John. Seriously.”
“Um, I ‘ave no idea.”
“Olivia is coming with us on tour.” John’s eyes lit up.
“Really?”
“Yes,” I said. They said how ‘gear’ it was going to be, and Paul’s smile turned real. What was going on with him? We sat down and Ringo flipped on the TV.
“Let’s see what the weather is going to be like tomorrow, shall we?” he commented.
“Hey, are you guy’s still leaving tonight?” I asked.
“No, probably not.” George said giving me a kiss. I smiled and once again glanced over at Paul. Luckily he wasn’t paying attention. I was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, he felt an ounce of what I felt for him. But I wasn’t sure. All I knew is I needed to talk to him and find out what was going on because whatever it was, it sounded important. Just as Ringo switched to the Weather Channel, Brian Epstein walked in.
“Hey, boys,” He said looking at John. I forgot that he was gay and gave George a funny look. He just smiled in response.
“What’s up Eppe?” John asked.
“We’ve got a slight problem,”
“What’s that?” Paul asked.
“Well, the gentleman that was supposed to switch our plane tickets to tonight apparently didn’t do so…” he began seeming stressed. His job, making sure everything is right with the guys and everyone else, must be incredibly stressful all the time. I would never survive if that were my job.
“That’s alright Brian,” George said, “we’ve decided that we aren’t going to leave until tomorrow as planned. And, by the way, Olivia’s coming along on the tour. Is that alright?” Brian looked over to me and smiled.
“Hello Miss Newton. I’ve heard so much about you from the guys, but I don’t believe we’ve met personally. I’m Brian Epstein their manager.” I let go of George’s hand and walked over to Brian. I felt weird shaking his hand, as a matter of fact I do with all people, but I figured it was the polite thing to do. Especially they way he was and presented himself. We shook hands.
“I’m Olivia. It’s great to finally meet the man who made the Beatles what they are.” I said awkwardly. I wasn’t really the social-meeting-new-people sort of person. He smiled.
“Same to you.” He said. He told the Beatles a few things about their upcoming concerts and such and left the room. I returned to my spot next to George and John.
“I see you noticed Brian’s look towards Johnny, aye?” George asked me.
“Yeah. I knew he was…gay, but I don’t know. That was weird.” I said. John laughed abruptly.
“You think it’s weird. Try being in my place darlin’” he said still laughing.
“I don’t want to.” I said back.
“Ah, it’s not that bad. There’s actually an advantage to it.” I looked at him.
“An advantage?”
“Yeah, since he ‘loves’ me or whatever, I can pretty much get anything I want or do anything I want. It’s quite nice.” I just shrugged my shoulders.
“Anyone hungry?” Paul interrupted.
“Not really, we just ate Paulie,” John said. I spoke up softly.
“Um, I’m kinda hungry…”
“Well jeepers! Why didn’t you laddies eat lunch?” John said.
“Because I was packing,”
“And I was waiting for you guys to get back,” I said. John just rolled his eyes.
“Hey Olivia, there’s a little coffee/lunch place a little down the road. Wanna go get something?” Paul asked hesitantly. I looked at George.
“Yeah, we went there yesterday it’s good. You should go.” He said.
“Okay,” I said getting up and grabbing my coat. I gave George a quick kiss. Paul stuck on his suit jacket and opened up the door for me.
“Well, we’ll be back in a bit.” He said as I walked past him out the door. He closed the door behind him. We walked to the elevator and went inside. Paul pressed the ‘ground level’ button and the doors shut bringing us down stairs. Neither of us said anything until we got outside.
“It’s kinda chilly,” Paul said buttoning up his suit coat.
“Yeah,” I replied, “So which coffee house are you talking about? I don’t remember a coffee shop down here.”
“We didn’t see it either at first. It’s one of those house kinds, so it’s tough to see, you know?” He said sticking his hand in his pocket and pulling out a cigarette, “Do you mind?” he asked me.
“No, that’s fine,” I said. I didn’t like smoking, but if he wanted to I wasn’t going to stop him. I looked over at him smoking and looking around the town. The wind was blowing his hair about, but he looked so incredibly cute. You’re probably wondering why I keep thinking these things about Paul especially just starting to be with George. Well, the truth of the matter is, I’ve had some sort of feeling for Paul since day one, and all it’s gotten is stronger. There’s nothing I can do about that. However all I’m doing is thinking. I have no intention of acting upon these feelings. I continued to walk along side of him.
“Hey Paul?” I asked. He turned to look at me, blowing the smoke upwards as to not go into my face, “What were you going to tell me before John, George, and Ringo came in?” He stopped for a split second and then continued on.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied taking another, rather long, drag of his cigarette. I looked away. Please don’t say he was going to start this ‘what are you talking about crap’…
“Paul, you know what I’m talking about. Before they came in, you said you had to tell me something. Then you said ‘I think I,’ and you were interrupted. I want to know what you were going to say.” He shook his head.
“I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” he repeated and dropped his cigarette on the ground and smashed it with his boot, “Oh, look we’re here.” He finished and skipped up the stairs. He held the door open for me. I gave him a look as I passed by into the shop. He just shrugged. We went up to the counter and began looking at the menu. As I looked around at our surroundings, I noticed we were getting whispers and stares from the other people in the room. Paul acted as if nothing was going on.
“I think I’ll have the, hmm, the German Chocolate Latte and a piece of Apple pie please,” he said as the staring girl rang in his order.
“Are these together or separate?” she asked.
“Together,” Paul said at the same time that I said separate.
“Don’t be silly Olivia. I thought I explained it the first time. I buy.” He said, “now what would you like?” I gave him another look.
“I’ll just have a French Vanilla Cappuccino.” I said. It was Paul’s turn to give me a look.
“I thought you said you were hungry. I didn’t hear anything about thirsty.” He said.
“This will fill me up. Trust me.” He rolled his eyes at me.
“Your total is $3.24,” the lady said. Paul handed her the money. They brought out our drinks and Paul’s apple pie.
“Thanks, luv, you have a great day,” he said and winked and the girl. This of course made her smile and giggle.
“Bye,” she said quietly. I grabbed my drink and started out without Paul. There was that jealousy thing again. He ran to catch up to me at the stairs.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asked.
“No, but I don’t want to stand there while you’re flirting. Sorry.” I said.
“I wasn’t flirting. I just told her to have a nice day.” He said in protest.
“I saw the way you looked at her and heard the way you said luv. You also winked,” I said still jealous.
“Well, I call you luv. Are you saying I’m flirting with you?” I stopped and he caught up to me. I turned to look at him. He had one of those smirks on his face. I turned red.
“I don’t know. Probably not.”
“Why do you say that? Do you know?” he asked very much amused by the blushing that he was causing.
“I can just tell,” I said.
“Well, you’re wrong,” I heard him say under his breath. I turned to him.
“What?”
“What?” was all he said back.
“Nevermind. I thought I heard you say something.”
“Nope.” He said. Liar. I found myself smiling, “Will you do me a favor, luv?” he asked laughing. I couldn’t help but laugh as well.
“Yes?”
“I would kinda like to eat my pie now, so will you do me the favor of holding my drink while I eat?” He asked with that puppy-dog face that I couldn’t resist.
“Sure,” I said as he handed me his Latte. I grabbed it with my open hand. I felt stupid with two drinks.
“Thanks,” He said as he began to eat his pie, “Mmm, this is good.” I laughed.
“Yuck, I hate apple pie.” His mouth dropped open (thank God there wasn’t pie still in there) and his eyes got big.
“You don’t like apple pie? What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing. I just don’t like it.”
“What a shame. You’re missing out I tell ya,” he said as he took another bite. Soon we were back at the hotel.
“What did you guys get?” George asked as we walked in.
“I got a German Chocolate Latte and a piece of apple pie. All she got was Cappuccino.” Paul said sitting down at the little table by the window.
“You don’t eat very much do you?” George asked me as I walked over to him.
“Yes, this stuff just fills me up,” he laughed and kissed me on the forehead, “What should we do now?” he asked. Everyone shrugged their shoulders as George said ‘you guys are a big help’. I began to think of what to pack for the trip.
“How long is this next tour?” I asked.
“Um, 3 weeks I think,” John answered, “Why?”
“Well, I was just thinking I should probably go home and start packing so I’m ready for tomorrow. Plus, I still have to talk to the girls and tell them what’s going on.” I said.
“Oh that’s right,”
“So are you leaving?” George asked me.
“Yeah, I think I’d better.” I said and hugged him, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
“Bye Olivia,” They all said in unison. I left the room and went back to the elevator. My, today was wonderful. I couldn’t help but smile. George Harrison was my boyfriend. I heard myself let out a little laugh. There was only one thing about this day that bothered me which was the fact that Paul was hiding something from me. I really had to find out what it was.