Chapter 15

The phone rang early the next morning. I groaned and leaned against Paul, covers over my head. I felt Paul move next to me.
“I thought you said you weren’t doing anything today,” I complained. I heard Paul moan.
“I’m not, bloody hell, what time is it?” he said. I shrugged and pulled the covers off my head and looked at the clock; 8:45am.
“How nice of them to wait 45 minutes later then yesterday,” I said rolling over, my back facing Paul.
“Hello?” I heard Paul answer. I must’ve dozed back off because that’s all I heard of the conversation. I woke up again to Paul running his fingers down my arm. I turned to face him and smiled.
“Hello,” I said. He laughed.
“Hello there,” he said leaning down to kiss me.
“Are you leaving me again?” I asked interlocking my fingers in his. He shook his head.
“No, it was the airlines making sure we were still on for tonight,” he said.
“Oh, I forgot about that,” I said. He nodded.
“We’ll have to pack today.” He said sitting up. I let go of his hand and stretched.
“Yuck, I hate packing,” I said.
“You whiner,” Paul said looking down at me and laughing. I scrunched my nose.
“Am not,” I said. He nodded.
“Even your brother said you were a whiner,” he argued, still teasing me.
“When?”
“Um, when we were in Seattle that one time.” I nodded.
“Oh yeah, how could I have forgotten that trip,” I said rolling my eyes. He smiled.
“What do you mean?”
“Well first there was you, making out with that girl in front of me, making me hurt and angry. Then my parents split up and then my mother decided to talk about Davy and I….” I said stopping. I didn’t like talking about that in front of Paul, and I darn well knew he didn’t like hearing it. When we were in the room, he hated if I sang a Monkees’ song or wanted to watch an episode. Paul looked sympathetically at me.
“Yes, I suppose that wasn’t the best time for you.” He said and I nodded, “But you broke me heart with that whole John thing, so we’re equal.” He said smiling.
“Except you made out with the girl on your own will, with John I was not myself.” I said. He suddenly looked confused and I realized what I had just said. Shoot.
“What?” he asked.
“What?” I replied. He shook his head.
“No, what did you just say, about you being weird…” he said.
“I said that you were normal and I wasn’t,” I said hoping he wouldn’t get it. He moved back slightly. My heart began to beat a little faster.
“Did you do something with John?” he then asked. I tried to look confused.
“What do you mean?” I asked. He squinted and looked closer at me. Then his face suddenly changed. I bit my lip.
“What aren’t you telling me?” he asked me.
“Paul, it doesn’t matter,” I said shaking my head. Paul laughed sarcastically.
“No, love, I’m pretty sure it matters. Did you see John during that incident?” he asked, and I could see anger in his face. I just wasn’t sure if it was at me or John, or both. I nodded slowly.
“Yes, but Paul-”
“What did you two do?” he asked interrupting me.
“Paul, I wasn’t myself. I barely remember it, please,” I said begging him. He smiled sarcastically again.
“Oh, I’m not worried about you. I get that you weren’t normal, I’m wondering what the hell John did.” He said. I swallowed.
“Paul,” I started. He shook his head.
“No Olivia, I want to know. What the hell did you two do?” he asked still angry.
“We….we made out, but-” I started and yet again was interrupted by a quite angry Paul.
“He kissed you?! And touched you!?” he said raising his voice.
“Paul, he couldn’t help it, I was pushing him…” I said trying to defend John. Paul laughed.
“Bloody hell he couldn’t help it!”
“What was he supposed to do?” I asked, knowing it was a foolish question.
“Hm, maybe he could’ve oh, I don’t know, not kissed you!” he said.
“Paul, please, don’t be mad at him.” I begged again. He shook his head and got up, putting on his pants.
“Why? Why the hell shouldn’t I be mad? He’s a selfish, horny, ass,” he said putting on his shirt. I was somewhat scared; I’ve never seen Paul like this before.
“Paul, you did the same thing to George,” I said.
“That was different Olivia,” he said, and I noticed he kept saying my name rather than love.
“How? You went behind his back many times, and you guys are fine now.”
“First off, I wasn’t the only one going behind his back. You were too. John obviously knew there was something wrong with you, and you were vulnerable, but he took advantage of it anyway.” he said and he had a point.
“Can’t you just forgive him like George forgave you?” I asked. He shook his head.
“No,”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not like that,” he said.
“Are you mad at me?” I asked him.
“No,” he said.
“Paul, please don’t be mad at him forever,” I said, “If you want to be pissed at him, I don’t care. I don’t blame you even, but promise me you’ll forgive him eventually.” I said. He just looked at me, his face seeming to soften a bit.
“Fine,” he said.
“You’ll forgive him?” I asked. He nodded,
“Just after I have a chat with him and hit him a few times,” he said angry again. I flinched.
“Hit him? Like send him to the hospital hit him, or just to give your arms a work out hit him?” I asked. He shrugged.
“We’ll have to see when I talk to him,” he answered sitting on the bed and putting on his shoes.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“For a walk, I’ll be back later,” he said coming over and kissing me on the cheek.
“Um, alright,” I said not knowing what to do. He tried to smile as he left. I just sat there not believing what just happened. I quickly got up from the bed, grabbed Paul’s robe, and went over to Paul’s side of the bed. I sat down and opened the drawer of the little end table. I fumbled through all his papers, until I found the number to John’s house. I didn’t know if Paul was going there or not, but I thought I should give John a heads up. The phone rang a few times before John answered groggily.
“Hello?”
“John?” I asked.
“Olivia? What the bloody hell are you calling so early for?” he asked.
“He knows,” I told him.
“What?”
“Paul knows about what happened. I accidentally told him,” I said. I heard John breathe out.
“What did he say?” he asked.
“He’s really mad John. He just left for a walk. I don’t know if he’s coming to your house or just trying to cool down. I just thought I’d call and tell you, so if he shows up, you know why.” I said. I didn’t say anything about Paul wanting to hit him, because that was between Paul and John. This was as far as I was going to go in it.
“Oh, well, thanks for telling me,” he said sarcastically. I frowned.
“Well, I could’ve easily not done anything and just let him show up unexpectedly.” I said. Here I was trying to help John out, going against my own boyfriend, and he wasn’t grateful.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry luv, really, thank you.” He said.
“You’re welcome,” I said, “I have to go.”
“Alright, thanks again.” He said.
“Yep, bye John,”
“Bye,” he said and hung up. I rubbed my temples in thought. In a way I was glad to have it out in the open. I was feeling guilty keeping it from Paul, and I could tell John wanted to tell him, but was afraid too. Plus, if Paul found out years from now, there was chance he would’ve been even angrier, because we kept it from him for so long. The sooner we told him the better. I just wished it didn’t have to happen right before the tour and our trip. Although, he said he wasn’t mad at me, I wasn’t sure. I decided to shower and start packing while Paul was gone. I had just finished blow drying my hair, when I heard something downstairs. I put the dryer down and walked out of the bathroom, hearing footsteps coming towards the door. I looked down at my watch; he had been gone a little over an hour. He walked in and shut the door behind him, not saying anything. He didn’t even look at me.
“How was your walk?” I asked, walking slowly towards him. He looked up at me.
“Fine,” he said sitting on the bed taking off his shoes. I sat next to him and kissed his cheek. He just looked over at me. I rested my chin on his shoulder and took his hand in mine, caressing his palm with my fingers.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. He brought his hand up and touched my face, then leaned in and kissed me. I kissed back.
“It’s alright love, it wasn’t your fault.” He said putting my hair behind my ear and kissing me again.
“Did you go to John’s?” I asked. He turned and faced the front.
“Yeah,” he said nodding. I closed my eyes.
“Are The Beatles still a band?” I asked. He looked over at me and laughed a little.
“Yes, love, we didn’t break up,” he said.
“Thank God,” I said smiling, “So what happened?” I asked. He shrugged.
“We talked and settled a few things,” he said. I didn’t know what he meant by that.
“Are you friends again?” I asked.
“For now, until he does another dumb ass thing,” he said. I cringed.
“I’m sure he won’t,” I said.
“He better not.” He said somewhat angry. I still wanted to know what happened.
“So, what did he say when you got there?” I asked.
“He was surprised, then saw how pissed I was. He immediately started apologizing, but I hit him.” He said. I was surprised. I didn’t know Paul was really the violent type, but then again, he and Stuart got into a bunch of fights and that’s just because he wanted to play bass instead of drums. This was totally different.
“You hit him?” I asked. He nodded.
‘Yeah, punched him in the face,” he said.
“Wow, you really hit him…” I said.
“That’s the way John and I are love,” he explained seeing the shock in my face, “We used to fight and wrestle all the time when we were angry at each other. It was our way of settling things,” he finished and knowing that seemed to make me feel a lot better. I knew a lot of guys did that when they were pissed, but I didn’t know Paul and John were some of them.
“Oh good,” I said relieved, “So, then what?” I asked getting back to the problem. He shrugged.
“I don’t know. I started yelling at him, calling him names and such. He continued to say he was sorry and that he knew he shouldn’t have done anything and that he deserves all that he’s getting…all that rubbish,” he said, now caressing my hand. I looked down at our hands.
“But you did forgive him?” I asked making sure. He nodded and smiled.
“Yes, afterwards we had a pretty good talk. I warned him that if he ever did anything, and I mean, anything, close to that again, I wouldn’t forgive him and our friendship would be ruined. I swear he was about to cry,” he said, laughing a bit out of shock.
“He almost cried?” I asked surprised myself. He nodded.
“Yeah, I started to feel bad for being so angry. I could tell he was really sorry, I mean, it’s not every day you see John Lennon get teary eyed.” He said. I nodded.
“See, I knew he felt horrible,” I told him. He looked at me and kissed me.
“Yes, but I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” he said sadly.
“I just didn’t think it needed to be told. I mean, you know I would’ve told you eventually, but at the time it just didn’t seem like the right time.” I said.
“So you would’ve told me?” he asked. I nodded.
“Of course, I’m surprised I kept it a secret this long. Every day I felt guilty, especially when I saw John.” I said, “I’m sorry,” I said again. He smiled, and my happy Paul seemed to be back.
“It’s alright, love. It’s done with.”
“This isn’t going to ruin our trip or your tour is it?” I asked. He shook his head.
“No, of course not, and speaking of, we need to get packing,” he said looking down at his watch. I agreed and we spent the afternoon packing for our trip. We went out for dinner and got to our plane on time. It wasn’t completely private. I guess that they are able to get any flight they wanted, but it was certain ones, with people who wouldn’t freak out with being on a plane with a Beatle.
“I’m excited to see everyone, and go on our trip,” I said sitting down next to Paul in our first class seats. He looked at me and smiled.
“Yeah, me too,” he said. I leaned in to him and rested my head on his shoulder.
“Eleven hours here we come,” I said as the plane began to move. Paul laughed.
“As long as we keep busy, it’s not that bad,” he said.
“I still think it’s so weird that we’re going to kinda be going back in time,” I said. He leaned his face up to my ear.
“Oh, we’ve gone ahead in time before,” he said. I laughed, thinking of the future.
“That’s true,” I said nodding. The majority of the flight, Paul and I either slept or talked, we even played a few card games. There were a few people who asked for autographs for there sons, daughters, grandchildren, or whatever, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as what it would’ve been like on a regular flight. Anyhow, I enjoyed watching Paul converse with other people. Finally, the eleven hours were gone and we were landing in sunny Malibu.
“We’re here,” Paul whispered in my ear as I leaned my head on his shoulder. I smiled.
“Yay!” I said quietly and he laughed.
“You’re cute,” he complimented me. I smiled and kissed his cheek.
“Thanks,” I said. The captain came over the intercom and let us knows we were free to leave and to have a wonderful vacation. Paul and I got up from our seats and left the plane. As soon as we were out, Paul grabbed me and pulled me over into a little corner.
“What are you doing?” I asked him as he dug into his pockets.
“I forgot,” he said, looking around and quickly sticking the mustache and goatee back on. I crinkled my nose, “Oh, you stop that,” he said smiling and laughed. He took my hand again as we walked out of the secluded area and into the main stream of people. He got a few looks from people trying to figure out why he was familiar, but nothing too bad, until we got outside.
“Oh look, it’s Paul McCartney!” I heard a girl yell.
“Uh oh…” I said as a group of about 15 girls began running towards us, “Paul….” I started as he stared at the mob moving towards us.
“Shit, run!” he told me and together we began running away from them. Thank God I wore shoes I could run in. We ran down the sidewalk full of people waiting for cabs. When we got a bit ahead of them, Paul stopped next to a man waiting for a cab.
“Sir, can we please take this cab?” he asked out of breath, looking behind us. I looked back, and they were catching up.
“Paul, hurry up,” I said pulling on his sleeve. The gentleman looked at the mob of girls, which had now grown to a bigger number, and back at Paul.
“Are you one of those Beatles?” he asked. Paul nodded frantically.
“Please, sir, here,” he said digging in his pocket and pulling out some American cash. The man looked down at the money and back up at Paul’s terrified face.
“What’s it gonna be?” We heard the cab driver say.
“Paul, here they come!” I said as they were only a few yards away.
“Fine take it!” The man said opening the door for and helping us and our bags in. Paul handed him the money through the window, but the man refused.
“No, just go!” he yelled.
“Thank you sir!” Paul yelled back as the taxi took off in a hurry. There were a few girls who had caught up and were sticking there hands in the window. Paul leaned across me and tried to shut it. The girls were screaming like crazy and trying to pull at Paul and even my hair. I leaned away from the door and as the cab speeded up the arms were fewer in the window, so Paul finally got it rolled up. He let out a huge sigh as he rested his head against the back of the seat.
“Well that was fun,” I said, looking down at my broken flip flop. Paul laughed and looked down at my foot.
“I’m sorry love; I didn’t think anyone would notice. They aren’t expecting me here,” he said.
“Ah, it’s alright. It was kinda an adrenaline rush.” I said laughing and taking a deep breath.
“Yes, that it is.” He said, taking his disguise off. We rode peacefully to my apartment. When we got there Paul paid the guy extra for getting us away so fast. There weren’t anyone standing outside of the apartment building, so Paul and I walked to the door. I got my key out and we went in, finally getting to my door. I opened it and smiled sadly. This was going to be the last time I was to be in this apartment. I’ve been here ever since I moved to California. We went in and shut the door.
“Let’s rest,” Paul said setting down our luggage and falling on my bed. I smiled and laid next to him.
“Wanna take a nap?” I asked feeling jet legged from the flight and the early morning. I was just getting used to England time, and right now it was 6am the next morning.
“Yeah,” Paul said sitting up and taking off his shoes and suit coat. I sat up and took off my one shoe. Paul laughed, “I’m sorry again about that love. I’ll buy you a new pair,” he said scooting back and getting positioned on the bed. I shook my head and smiled, grabbing the blanket at the end of my bed.
“No, you don’t need to, I have plenty of shoes,” I told him putting the blanket over us and scooting close to Paul. He put his arm around me and I placed my head in the curve of his neck, shutting my eyes. It felt really nice being in his arms, at my house. Everything in my life, finally felt so right.

Chapter 16