Chapter 14

After hanging up, Paul got off the bed and walked towards me.
“What was that about?” he asked, the concerned look still on his face.
“What?” I asked.
“Did they kick you out of the band?” I nodded.
“Yeah, they had someone temporarily I guess, but now that I’m going to be living here, it would never work.” I said trying to smile. He came closer and hugged me.
“Maybe you should live at home then….” He said somewhat sad.
“What?” I asked surprised.
“I don’t want you to be out of your band. And if living at home will keep you in, then I want you to live there. Me and you will be fine….” He said, and I could see this wasn’t what he wanted.
“You’re are so sweet, but it wouldn’t work then either. My time in the band is done I think,” I said and he tried to smile. I could tell he was feeling bad, “Anyway, I want to be with you as much as I can Paul, and I want to live with you.” He looked like he wasn’t sure if he believed me.
“Are you telling the truth?”
“Yes, I promise. I don’t want it any other way. I’ll miss it, but I’ll also get used to it. We weren’t that popular anyway.” I said smiling.
“You were more than you think. I’d often hear people at parties and such talking about you and your band.” He told me. I raised my eyebrows in surprise.
“Huh,” I said then shrugged, “Oh well, I’d rather be with you than be famous.” I said. He smiled.
“Well, you will have both then, cuz you’ll be famous soon anyway.” He said.
“I suppose, I am a Beatles’ girlfriend now,” I said. Although I was before with George, it was so much different feeling now. He smiled and kissed me.
“Yes you are.”
“So are you all done with the studio for today then?” I asked him. He nodded and led me over to the bed. We laid down on our backs, holding hands.
“Yeah, we’re done with the album. I’m home free from that stuff till the tour.” He said smiling, “What were you and Brittany talking about?” he asked, looking at me. I shrugged.
“Nothing really, I called just to see how everyone was and tell her that we are coming down, or over I guess, sometime in the next two days.”
“That was nice. I haven’t seen her, or them, in a long time,” he said. I nodded and for some reason the vision of Paul and Brittany popped into my head. I shivered with the thought of them together.
“Yeah, is that okay that we stay a little to visit?” I asked hoping he would say yes.
“Of course it is, I actually have the flights arranged so that we’ll spend the night there and leave for Mexico the next morning.” He said. I smiled.
“Really?”
“Yeah, I thought you would want to visit.” He said and I hugged him.
“Thank you,” I said, “When do we leave?” He looked at his watch.
“Well, it’s about a 10-11 hour flight, but there are time changes involved. The plane leaves here tomorrow at 7:25pm, and we’ll arrive in Malibu around 11am.”
“Wow, that’s so weird.” I said. He laughed.
“Yeah, I used to think so. I used to adjust me watch during tours, but got so confused and sick of doing it, I just keep it to England time now.” He said laughing. I smiled.
“You’re so cute,”
“Thanks, love, so are you.” He said.
“Ha-ha, thanks.” I replied, “So eleven hours huh? That’s a LONG flight,” I said, “I don’t think I’ve ever been on an airplane for so long,”
“Yeah, I’ve done it a bunch of times, and it’s still long for me,” he said.
“That’s amazing. I wonder if someone were to do statistics on your life in the last, oh, four years, how much of the time you actually spend in airplanes and cars.” I said. He laughed.
“Probably close to half. Especially within the last two years. We weren’t traveling that much in ’60 and ’61, and if we did it was mostly in a crappy van.”
“Yeah, I guess I did know that.” I said.
“No you didn’t.” he kidded me.
“Yes I did, I read it.” I laughed. He rolled his eyes.
“Those bloody books!”
“Hey, if it weren’t for those ‘bloody books’,” I said imitating his accent. He laughed, “We probably wouldn’t have been able to get into your concert,” I said. He nodded.
“That is very true,”
“See, they are good for something. So I spose we should start packing and stuff tonight huh?” I said crinkling my nose. I hated packing. He nodded and sat up. I followed his movement, since I was somewhat attached to him.
“Yeah, probably,” he said.
“How long are we going to be gone again?” I asked forgetting already.
“Uh, starting tomorrow, it will be…about 2 ½ weeks.” He said.
“Alrighty then,” I said standing up and bringing him up with me.
“Do you want to eat first?” he asked. I nodded.
“I’m so hungry!” I said. He laughed.
“The girl who doesn’t eat is hungry! Amazing!” he said. I pouted.
“I eat, otherwise I’d be dead.”
“You’re on the verge.” He said laughing.
“Eww, then you have sick taste in women.” He laughed some more.
“I’m just kidding love; you are far from dead looking.” He said looking me over and smiling, “Do you want to go out or stay here? I probably don’t have anything good in the house since I’ve been gone for awhile.” He said.
“Good point, let’s go out.” I said. Paul let go of my hand and walked to his closet, pulling out a goatee and mustache, “Oh man, I forgot about those.” I whined. He laughed as he stuck them on his face.
“You don’t like me with facial hair?” he asked.
“Ah, it’s alright, but no more than that.” I said pointing to his face as he stuck a baseball cap on, “Are you going to change clothes?” I asked. He looked down at himself.
“No, do I need to?”
“Maybe,” I said laughing.
“Why?”
“Sweetie, you are wearing dress clothes and a baseball cap, that doesn’t go very well. It’s like wearing tennis shoes with a suit.” I said still laughing. I looked at him and he just looked at me.
“Tennis shoes with a suit look dumb?” he asked. I stopped smiling, whoops.
“No, it just doesn’t match. But that’s you I guess.” I said. He scowled.
“I match. Just not exactly. Gray and black go together.” He said giving me an example. I smiled.
“Yes, you are fine when it comes to colors. They still look fine together, but, hon, this doesn’t go. Just change into jeans.” I told him. He rolled his eyes as he slipped his pants off.
“Yes, mum,” he said and I laughed. He smiled putting on some tight jeans.
“You look kinda hot,” I said smiling. He did look good even with the fake facial hair, and I liked the pants!  He beamed and then raised his eyebrows.
“Hm, maybe we shouldn’t go out to eat,” he said dragging me towards the bed. I laughed.
“You’re such a dork,” I said still laughing. He laughed.
“Come ‘ed let’s go eat then,” he said and we left the house. We got into Paul’s Austin Princess, which he was very proud of by the way, and left, for food. We stopped at just a little café type place, nothing fancy. It was really nice outside, other than a slight chilly breeze, so we sat outdoors.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I leaned over and whispered to Paul as we followed the lady to our table.
“Why not?” he asked.
“People are walking by all the time,” I said. He shrugged and looked around.
“Thanks,” he said to the hostess and then pulled my chair out. I sat down as did he, “Nah, they won’t recognize me. Most of them haven’t seen me in a while anyway, so they wouldn’t think of it. Nor do they know about you and I. They might recognize you, but they wouldn’t think of me with you.” He said picking up the menu.
“Alright, as long as you feel fine with it,” I said glancing up a couple of girls walking by. They didn’t even look at us.
“Don’t be so concerned love, it’s all right.” Paul said scooting his chair over so he was sitting next to me, instead of across from me. He held my hand under the table. The waitress, who was a pretty thing, came over and asked us for our drink order. She smiled flirtatiously at Paul. I rolled my eyes mentally, great. They still think he’s hot with a mustache, goatee, and baseball hat. Then again, so did I.
“I’ll have a Coke luv,” he said to her smiling. I think she blushed. She turned to me, smile fading slightly.
“Lemonade please,” I said. She smiled again, glancing at Paul once more, and left.
“So what do you usually get here?” I asked Paul.
“Just a plain ol’e burger and chips,” he said kissing me on the cheek. I smiled, “It’s so nice to finally be here with you love,” he said.
“Yeah?” he nodded, “I like it too,” I said and he leaned over to kiss me. We had to pull away from each other due to the arrival of our waitress with the drinks. She smiled.
“Sorry,” she said somewhat embarrassed. Paul laughed.
“Don’t apologize, we should’ve seen you coming.” He said smiling at her. She blushed again.
“Were you ready to order?” She asked, and I noticed she never really looked at me. She was mainly talking to Paul.
“Yeah, I’ll just have the Bacon Burger and Chips please,” Paul ordered. She wrote down on her pad and looked at me.
“Um, the Chicken Tenders please,” I said. She wrote it down and once again looked at Paul before leaving.
“I think our waitress has a little crushie on you,” I said, half jealous. She was quite pretty.
“What?” he asked turning to look at her leave.
“She likes to look at you, that’s for sure.” I said taking a sip of my lemonade. He laughed and squeezed my hand.
“Are you jealous love?” he asked.
“No, I’m just stating a fact.” He began to smile, “What?” I asked.
“You liar. You are jealous. It’s alright love; I love you, not her or anyone else.” He said. I smiled. I didn’t like admitting to him that I was jealous, because he never stopped giving me crap about it. A long time ago, I told him I wasn’t the jealous type….ha-ha, that was a lie. Especially with him; so many girls wanted him, how was I not going to be jealous?
“I don’t know what you are talking about, I’m not jealous.” I restated. He just laughed and shook his head. Our food came out and as the waitress was setting down our food, Paul turned to her.
“You know what?” he asked her.
“What?” she asked.
“I love this woman here so much. I don’t know what I would do without her,” he said, smiling at me. I shook my head, blushed, and couldn’t help but smile myself. The waitress smiled too.
“You guys are a really cute couple,” she said.
“Why thank you,” Paul replied. She nodded.
“Anything else?” Paul and I shook our heads and she left the table.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” I said laughing. He smiled.
“Why? You were jealous and I wanted you to know that I love only you. I don’t eye other girls like I used to.”
“I know,” I said.
“You know, sometimes I don’t think you do. I’ll just have to prove it to you.” He said eating a fry. I kissed him.
“You don’t have to prove anything. I know you love me, I just can’t help that I want you all to myself.” I said, “I don’t want to share you with other fans.” I pouted. He smiled, amused.
“So you were a little jealous?” he asked grinning more. I made a face.
“Fine you got me. I can’t help it. I don’t want other girls eyeing and flirting with my man.” I said and he smiled.
“Now you know how I feel, except I’m 20 times worse than you,” he said eating another fry.
“I forgot that you guys call fries chips,” I said, changing the subject suddenly. He nodded.
“Yes, I think there is a lot of lingo you’re going to pick up here,” he said. I laughed and we ate our supper not bothered once by fans.

“Whoa, I’m stuffed,” Paul said, putting his hands on his stomach. I nodded.
“Me too,” I said. He looked at me.
“How are you full, you’re taking half of your meal home?” he asked. I stuck my tongue out at him, and he leaned over and kissed me just as I did so. I laughed, “Stick that back in there,” he said helping me up. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, “Wanna take a walk?” he then asked, putting his lighter back in his pocket.
“Sure,” I said. He laid the tip on the table and we left the little café, “Where are we going to go?” I asked. He shrugged.
“I don’t know. We’ll just wander,” he said. I shivered as the breeze picked up a bit, “Cold?”
“Uh, a little chilly,” I said. Paul, wearing a suit coat he refused not to not wear (although it looked a bit funny), pulled his right arm out of the sleeve.
“Here, come here,” he said motioning me to him. I sidestepped as close to him as I could get.
“What are you doing?” I asked him as he flung the right side of his coat over me.
“Stick your arm in there,” he said.
“What?”
“Stick you arm in there,” he repeated and I did so. I laughed.
“This looks really stupid,” I said, picturing us from the view of people passing. His arm in the left, us in the middle, and my arm on the right. He laughed.
“Warmer?” he asked. I nodded, “Well there you go, and that’s all that matters.”
“It’s such a nice night,” I said.
“Yeah it is. That’s why I thought we’d check out the park. It’s probably gorgeous right now.” Paul said.
“Which park?” I asked him.
“Regents Park. It’s up a little ways.” He said pointing a head of us with his left hand. I laughed as we were squished as he did so.
“Ahh!” I said. He laughed.
“See, isn’t this fun, both of us squished in me coat?” I nodded.
“Very,” I replied as we continued to walk. I was amazed by all the beautiful lights of London at night. I’ve always wanted to come here, and now I was here with the man that I loved.
“How long have we been together?” I asked suddenly. I couldn’t quite remember.
“You’re asking me? Aren’t girls supposed to know that stuff?” Paul asked looking down at me.
“No, there are anniversaries. Guys are in deep trouble if they don’t remember…” I said and he laughed.
“I know, I think it’s officially been about 2 months. Pretty much since the beginning of our time in that room, but our feelings have been for a long time.” He said, taking a drag of his ciggie. I was surprised he knew and I didn’t.
“Is that all? It’s seems like a lot longer to me.” I said. He nodded.
“I agree.” As we walked farther down the streets of London, a soft music was being played.
“What’s that?” I asked him, looking around the see where it was coming from.
“There’s a little dance place up here for older folks, and you can often here the music on the streets.” He said. As we got closer, the familiar tune filled the air more clearly.
“I love this song,” I said as The Way You Look Tonight by Tony Bennett began. Paul stopped.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he pulled his arm out of the suit.
“May I have this dance?” he asked.
“Here?” I asked him, looking down the empty sidewalks. He nodded. I smiled and Paul took me into his arms. As we swayed close to the music, Paul put his face close to mine and sang along.
“Oh but you’re lovely,” he started and I smiled, “With your smile so warm, and your cheek so soft, there is nothing for me, but to love you, just the way you look tonight,” he sang, and twirled me. I came back to him. My heart melted inside the whole time. I loved Paul with everything I had, “With each word, your tenderness grows, tearing my fears apart. And that laugh, that wrinkles your nose, touches my foolish heart,” I smiled, and started to sing where he stopped.
“Lovely, don’t ever change, keep that breathless charm, will you please arrange it, cuz I love you, just the way you look tonight,” I finished, giving a slight tug on his hat as he smiled, dipping me. As I came up he kissed me. I opened my eyes after the kiss.
“Well, that was romantic,” I whispered. He smiled as kissed me again. We continued to move down the sidewalk, finally coming to the park. We walked in and the lights showed a very beautiful scene, “This is gorgeous,” I said looking around.
“Yeah, I love it here. I often bring Martha out here and sit, thinking of songs and such.” He said.
“During the day?” I asked. He shook his head.
“Not usually. Normally, it’s very early in the morning, or this time of night.” He said.
“You know what it reminds me of?”
“What?”
“That night you took me to that park in Northern California to see it snow,” I said looking at him with so much love in my heart. He smiled.
“Oh yeah?” I nodded.
“Yes, that’s probably the first time that I really really knew I was in love with you…then you gave me that picture…” I said tears forming in my eyes remembering the feeling that had once overwhelmed me and has not yet gone away.
“Love, don’t cry,” Paul said wiping the tears from my eyes. I sniffed and laughed a little.
“I love you so much.” I said stopping. He smiled as he moved the hair out of my face with his finger.
“And I love you---more than anything,” he said. I smiled and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. He held me close in his arms as we kissed for a few moments. After words, without saying a word, we continued to walk through the park. We wandered around for about an hour before heading back.
“Thanks, that was gorgeous,” I said squeezing Paul’s hand and looking up at him. He kissed the top of my head.
“So are you,” he said and I smiled. We walked back the same way we came, and the music from the club or whatever it was, was done. There weren’t very many people out and about for this time of night, which was nice. I thought for sure someone would have spotted and recognized Paul, but once again he was right. However, we were noticed once on the way back to the car, but not from Paul.
“Olivia? Olivia Newton?” I heard a voice from behind us. I looked up at Paul, who looked confused himself. We turned around to two girls.
“Yes?” I asked. They approached me and I glanced at Paul. He looked calm.
“You’re the one that was with George Harrison right?” she asked coming closer to me. I smiled.
“Uh, yeah that’s right.” I said.
“Do you still talk to them?” she asked. I looked up at Paul who smiled, amused that this girl had no idea he was indeed one of ‘them’ she so excitedly spoke of.
“Um, once and a while,” I started.
“Do you think you could get us their autographs? Or at least Paul McCartney’s?” the other girl asked.
“Please, he’s our favorite,” the first girl begged. I didn’t know what to do.
“I don’t know…” I started and their faces immediately fell, with sadness.
“Can you two girls keep a secret?” I heard Paul say. I looked up at him as did the girls. They obviously heard something familiar in his voice.
“What kind of secret?” the younger girl asked.
“Will you promise me you won’t scream?” Paul asked. They both looked at each other anxiously and nodded. Paul brought his right hand up to his face and took off the mustache and goatee. The two girls whipped their hands up to their mouths to keep in the much wanting to get out scream of glee.
“Paul McCartney?” the younger girl whispered eyes as big as saucers. I smiled at Paul. He was so sweet, doing this for them.
“Yes, luv, it’s me, Paul,” He said smiling. The first girl, still speechless, jumped up and down. Paul laughed.
“Do you have anything on you I could sign?” he asked and the girls began fumbling through their little purses.
“I, I, have, th-this,” the one girl said holding up a bill of English currency. Paul smiled.
“You want me to sign that?” he asked. She nodded handing it to him. He let go of my hand and reached into the pocket of his suit coat (which I was now wearing completely) and took out a pen. The girl watched him as he signed the bill for her, “What’s your name luv?” he asked.
“Be-Beatrice,” she said.
“That’s a lovely name, Beatrice.” Paul said and I swear the girl almost fainted. He finished writing and handed it back to her, “There you go,” he said.
“Will you sign my purse? I don’t have anything,” the younger girl said.
“Of course I will, and what’s your name?” he asked.
“Mary Jane,” she said giggling. He smiled and winked at her.
“Your name is just as pretty, you know,” he said. She giggled again, and I heard her whisper ‘he winked at me’ to her sister or friend. He finished signing the purse.
“Thank you so much, Paul,” they both said. He nodded.
“No problem, thank you. It was a pleasure meeting you, Beatrice and Mary Jane,” he said smiling that wonderful smile of his. They both nodded and waved as they walked on, giggling and whispering as they went. Paul stuck his disguise back on and took my hand once more.
“You are so incredible, you know that,” I told him. He laughed.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because you are. Those girls could’ve easily screamed bloody murder once they saw it was you, but seeing how bummed they were, you couldn’t let them just leave.” I said. He shrugged.
“Yeah, well, I try to be as good to me fans as I can.” He said. I kissed his hand.
“You’re wonderful,” I said and he smiled. We finally made it back to the car and back to Paul’s house.
“We never packed you know,” Paul said taking off his disguise and setting them on a little bench in his room. I set my purse down.
“That’s right; we’ll have to make a day out of it tomorrow.” I said sitting down and taking of my stockings.
“Ah, it shouldn’t be that bad,” he said sitting next to me, “I wonder what time it is…” he said looking at his watch.
“What time?” I asked.
“9pm,” I nodded and yawned, “Tired?” he asked me.
“Kinda, it was early this morning, but I bet you’re worse than me. You were working for 8 hours straight.” I said. He nodded.
“I am a bit beat, but I’m used to it. I can stay up all night if I need or want to.”
“Hm mm, right, that’s why you always fell asleep on me in the room…” I said getting up and taking off my dress. Paul laughed as he watched me.
“I’m sorry love; it was just so long since I had nothing stopping me really from sleeping. It was a much needed long break.” He said, unbuttoning his own shirt.
“That’s alright. It was quite funny; you would do some pretty weird things.” I said, walking over to my shopping bags from yesterday. He looked confused.
“Like what?” he asked. I shrugged as I pulled out the new lingerie piece Pattie convinced me to buy. Paul’s eyes got big, “Ooo, I like that.” He said winking at me. I smiled.
“Pattie and I assumed you would.”
“I might warn you, as cute as it is, you might not be keeping it on very long,” he said grinning. I smiled and shook my head.
“Well, I’ll wear it for as long as I can,” I said and he laughed. I turned around, my back facing Paul, and slipped it on. Paul had seen me unclothed many times and we’ve slept together many times as well, but for some reason I was still shy about changing in front of him, especially when he was just staring at me. Which makes we wonder how I was ever able to dance for him. I turned around throwing my bra on the pile with my dress.
“Yes, I like that indeed,” Paul said nodding as I turned around. I curtsied as I did this morning and he laughed, pulling of his pants.
“I like that too,” I said and laughed. He looked down at himself in his underwear and smiled. He stood up and curtsied like I had done. I laughed some more.
“You’re so funny,” I said walking over to him as he brought me in his arms.
“I try,” he said. I smiled, “So what’s this me being weird?” he asked. I was confused, but then remembered he was going back to the sleeping thing.
“I don’t know, there was only two things that I distinctly remember.”
“What?”
“Well, one time we were just laying on the bed watching TV and you, like a lot of times, fell asleep on me. I woke you up and asked if you wanted to shut the TV off and go to bed. You said no you weren’t tired.” I said and Paul laughed, “So, we continued to watch TV and then for no such reason you turned your head to face me and started quacking like a duck.” I said making a weird face. Paul made a face and tried not to laugh.
“What? I don’t remember that,” he said.
“Well you did it. I asked what in the world you were doing and you said, ‘I’m being a duck,’ then started quacking again. You must’ve been half asleep or something.”
“Were me eyes open?” he asked beginning to laugh a little. I nodded.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean anything. You’ve slept with them open before.” I said. He laughed.
“I’m sorry, love, but I don’t remember that.” He said shaking his head, “What was the other thing?”
“Um, we were downstairs and I was telling you something about my brothers, how they used to pick on me or something. I don’t remember, but I looked up and noticed you were sitting on the couch with your eyes closed.” Paul began to laugh again, “I said your name and you woke up, then asked if you were sleeping and again. You said no you weren’t tired. So, I decided to test you and so I asked you what I was talking about. You said that you heard me but you didn’t understand because walls can’t talk.” Paul couldn’t contain himself and started laughing, as did I remembering.
“Are you serious?” he asked. I nodded.
“Yep. I asked what you were talking about and you said, ‘you said that the walls were talking to you, but walls can’t talk.’” I finished. Paul continued to laugh.
“Love, I don’t remember those,” he said.
“Yeah well, they happened and they were odd but funny. I felt like I was talking to you when you were high,” I said moving away from Paul. Paul was a left side sleeper and I was right so I walked over to the other side and crawled in under the covers. I cuddled close to Paul.
“Sorry, again love, that doesn’t usually happen. I swear,” he said laughing. I smiled.
“We’ll just see about that,” I said. He smiled and flipped on the TV. He being a guy, continued to flip through the channels not staying on one longer than 30 seconds. I smiled to myself as he finally stopped on one.
“What’s this?” I asked, seeing a movie had just started.
“I believe its Breakfast at Tiffany’s.” he said. I looked at him.
“You like this movie? It’s a chick flick,” he smiled.
“Yeah I know, but Audrey Hepburn is hot,” he said smiling. I glared at him kiddingly and he laughed, “I’m just kidding love. I really do like the movie.” We cuddled in bed and watched it until it was over. It ended around midnight, and even then we, like any couple doing it for the first time, made love once again. Afterwards, we fell asleep peacefully in each other’s arms, and I dreamed of Paul the whole night.

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