Chapter 17

Paul and I got up early the next morning so we could get all my stuff in boxes and on the moving vans on time. The moving vans were going to take them to the airport and fly them to London. From there the London moving company was going to drive them to Paul’s house. That way Paul and I could fly right from Malibu to Mexico this evening. The packing took about 3 hours, and around lunch time Paul and I decided to take a break.
“You hungry?” I asked Paul. He nodded.
“What have you got?” he asked getting up and following me to the kitchen. I shrugged opening up the refrigerator.
“Pretty much the leftovers from last night,” I told him.
“That’ll do,” he said. I took it out and put it in the microwave, looking around at my empty apartment. Paul and I sat in silence and finished our food from The French Poodle the night before. As I was throwing the boxes away, there was a knock on my door. I walked out and opened it.
“Hello ma’am, we’re here to pick up some stuff?” he said making sure he had the right place. I nodded.
“Yep, this is it,” I said letting him in. He walked in and picked up a box. Paul came out from the bathroom and helped bring boxes out to the van. There weren’t really that many, it was mostly clothing and a few other valuables. After a bit Paul came back and shut the door.
“Well, your stuff should be in London by tomorrow morning,” Paul said sitting on my chair. I nodded.
“Good deal,” I said.
“Well, I think I’m going to shower,” Paul said wiping the sweat of his forehead from helping the man outside. I nodded.
“Alright,” I said smiling. He smiled and came over to kiss me.
“Be out in a bit,” he said after kissing me and headed to the bathroom. I laid back on my bed while Paul was in the shower, thinking about everything. How I got here was incredible. I’ve been through so much in the last year, and now I was moving in with Paul. I smiled and thanked God for sending him to me. Now that I have him, I can’t even begin to imagine my life without him. I think I would die if he ever left me, or anything else were to happen to him. Laying there made me suddenly tired and so I dozed off into a nice quiet sleep. When I woke up, I looked at the clock. I had been sleeping for about 2 hours, making it about 3 in the afternoon. I yawned and sat up, looking around. Paul was sleeping next to me and I smiled looking down at him. I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his cheek. I got up and went into the bathroom getting together all my toiletries, for our trip and the tour. I walked back out to my room and went to the telephone. I dialed the Monkees number and said goodbye. Next I called the girls and said my goodbyes again and thanked them for the birthday message last night. I hung up and looked down catching the sparkle of the Promise Ring Paul had given me last night. I touched it softly and turned around to look at Paul. Yes, I don’t know what I would do with out him. I wasn’t exactly sure when our plane left so I figured I should wake Paul. I shook him slightly and then laid next to him. He opened his eyes slowly and smiled.
“Nice nap?” I asked. He nodded.
“Yeah, when I came out and saw you sleeping you looked so peaceful and comfortable. It made me want to sleep,” he said sitting up. I laughed, “How was your nap?”
“Good,” I said.
“Did you just get up?”
“No, I was up for a while. I called The Monkees and the girls to say bye and thank them for the birthday message,” I told him. He nodded and smiled, “What time does the plane leave?” I asked him. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his watch.
“4:25, so we should head over pretty soon.” He said. I nodded, and before we knew it we were on a plane to Mexico. It went like any other vacation as far as time. At first it was going slow, which I liked. Then all of a sudden it was over and Paul and I, tan from being at the beach almost everyday, were waiting in the airport to fly to New Orleans. It was the most romantic trip I’ve been on. Sitting on the beach, after a candle lit picnic, watching the sun go down in Paul’s arms was amazing. The sounds of the ocean breeze flowing in through the windows of our hotel room in the morning and at night were calming. Not to mention, making love late at night on the beach was fantastic. Paul and I had never done that before, so it was really romantic and finally a first for the two of us. It’s something you always see in the movies, but never do yourself. But we did it, and it was great. Not many people were looking for Paul, so he could be himself without being recognized. We hiked a lot through forests and looked at many upon many ruins, taking a ton of pictures. I was excited to see how they turned out. Paul didn’t know much Spanish so a lot of the time he had me translating things for him, which was kinda fun. All he would say is ‘Si’, ‘Gracias’, ‘Mi amore’ and ‘Besume Mucho’. It was so cute and funny. I had a blast. I looked forward to going on many more trips with just Paul and I.
“Did you have fun?” Paul asked sitting next to me in the terminal and holding my hand. I nodded and kissed him.
“I had a load of fun,” I told him, “How about you?”
“It was wonderful,” he said leaning down and kissing me. A few minutes went by and we were able to board the plane. Paul and I slept almost the whole way there, and arrived in New Orleans around 4pm. Mal picked us up from the airport and drove us to the hotel.
“Did you two love birds have fun?” he asked. I smiled as I held onto Paul’s arm.
“Yeah, we did thanks.” Paul replied smiling down at me.
“You sure look like it. All tan and in those fab Mexican drabs,” Mal said. I smiled looking at Paul in his red, yellow, and orange Mexican shirt and loose white pants with brown flip flops. I was wearing a yellow, green, and blue wrap. Almost everywhere you went were these wrap skirts and dresses, so I had to buy one. The drive was only about 10 minutes, so we were at the hotel in a flash.
“Welcome back!” John said as we entered the living area of the suite. Paul and I laughed.
“Thanks, it’s good to be back,” Paul said sitting down on the couch. I sat down next to him.
“Well you two are sure tan,” Ringo said.
“Yeah, we were outside almost the whole time,” I said.
“I’m jealous,” John said.
“How’s the tour so far?” Paul asked putting his arm around me. The others clued Paul in on the different things going on and I just listened in. This was the first time I was really with the others, now dating Paul. In the first few minutes, I felt somewhat awkward around George, but he didn’t seem to mind so I let it go.
“Are you kids hungry?” John asked after a while. I shrugged.
“A little,” I said.
“Paul?”
“Yeah, I’m famished. She’s never hungry, don’t go by her,” he said laughing and smiling at me. I made a face at him and he just continued to laugh. John got up and ordered room service and within minutes the food was here and we were all eating. I only picked at my food, because I just wasn’t hungry for some reason. There was no waste though, because the others finished everything off fine.
“What’s going on tonight?” Paul asked.
“We’re going to have a party to kinda welcome you two back, at 9pm,” George said. Paul nodded and I tried to smile. I hated their parties; they never seemed to go well.
“Gear, thanks guys,” he said. Until nine we just flipped on the TV and the guys talked about various things. Again, I stayed silent and just listened. I didn’t know what it was but I wasn’t in the mood for doing much of anything. I was feeling really weird. I just stared at the TV as the Beatles talked, kinda zoning out. John and George were laughing hysterically about something and Paul turned to me.
“Are you alright love?” he asked me softly. I turned to him and shrugged.
“I’m just not feeling like myself right now,” I said.
“What’s going on?” John asked overhearing us.
“I don’t feel that well,” I said louder.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” John said. I tried to smile.
“It’s not your fault,” I said. He smiled sympathetically and turned to talk to Ringo. I turned back to the TV and I couldn’t do it anymore. My stomach was feeling queasy and my head felt like it weighed a ton. I turned to Paul who was now involved with the conversation. When he wasn’t talking I leaned towards him.
“I think I’m going to go sleep for a little,” I said trying to sit up. He turned.
“Are you sure you are okay? Are you feeling sick?” He asked concerned. I shrugged.
“I don’t really know, but I need to lie down,” I said putting my hand on my head, feeling really dizzy. Paul immediately got up.
“Here, come on,” he said taking my arm and helping me up.
“Everything alright?” George asked. I nodded.
“Yeah, I’m just feeling dizzy that’s all,” I said.
“Well, feel better,” they yelled as Paul and I left the room and entered ours. Paul walked me over to the bed, and I immediately sat down.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized.
“For what?” he asked feeling my forehead, “You’re burning up love,” he said getting up and walking to the bathroom. He ran some water and came out with a rag.
“I don’t know why I’m feeling like this all of a sudden,” I said as Paul put the rag on my forehead.
“Feel any better?” he asked me. I nodded and closed my eyes. The coolness of the rag felt wonderful, “Here, come on,” he said helping me so I was lying on the bed. He lay next to me and held the rag on my forehead, stroking my arm.
“I’m sorry,” I said again. Paul laughed softly.
“Stop apologizing love, there nothing to be sorry for,” he said taking the rag off and kissing my forehead.
“I just feel bad. You can go out there if you want,” I said, even though I really wanted him here.
“No, I’ll want to be in here with you,” he said. I smiled and cuddled up against him. He moved my hair back from my forehead and kissed it again.
“I love you,” he whispered resting his lips on my head.
“I love you too,” I whispered back with my eyes still shut. I suddenly remembered they were going to have a party at nine, “What time is it?” I asked opening my eyes back up. Paul lifted his head from mine.
“Uh, quarter after nine. Why?” he asked me. I tried to sit up, and Paul helped me.
“Paul the party,” I said. He shook his head.
“What about it?”
“You should go, I don’t want you to miss it because of me,” I said. He smiled.
“I don’t need to go to a party. I’d rather be here with you.” He said. I shook my head, because I knew he enjoyed the parties.
“I’m probably going to just fall asleep anyway,” I said, trying to convince him. He shook his head.
“I don’t care, I’m going to stay here,” he said laying me back down. Being that I really did want him to stay I gave up. There was a knock on the door and then Ringo peeked his head in.
“Hey, Paul, we’re going to go to the party. You coming?” he asked. I sat up again.
“Yes he is,” I said. Paul laughed, lightly pushing me to lay down again.
“Lay back down love,” he said to me and I did as he told me, “No I’m not going this time,” Paul said to Ringo.
“Alright, get better Olivia,” Ringo said.
“Thanks Ringo,” I said muffled from the pillow. Paul helped me under the covers. He got up and took off his shirt and pants then joined me. He held onto me and I fell asleep within minutes.


I woke up in the middle of night sometime due to music blearing through the walls. I looked at the clock and it was 1:30am. The party had been going on for 4 hours. I turned and tried to go back to sleep, but couldn’t. I noticed I was feeling quite a bit better. I still had a little nausea feeling, but it wasn’t like it was earlier.
“Paul, are you awake?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied annoyed. I was surprised. He usually sleeps through anything.
“How long have you been up?” I asked him.
“Oh, about half an hour,” he said, “How are you feeling?”
“Um, I still feel kinda nauseated, but much better. Thank you,” I said and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me and brought me closer to him, kissing me deeper. I wrapped my legs in his, as he pulled away and began kissing my neck lightly. He brought his lips back up to mine and kissed me again.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better. I wonder what it was,” he said. I shrugged.
“Me too,” I said, and Paul began kissing me again. I could tell he was in the mood. I was neither in nor out of the mood, but being that I loved Paul and no one was around, I figured why not. I kissed him back moving towards him as he flipped me on my back and moved on top of me. He removed my dress that I was still wearing from earlier and we just continued to kiss passionately. Up until this my most embarrassing moment would have to be when Paul walked in on me and Davy so long ago, well slightly walked in. He was polite and knocked first, so I had a chance to push Davy away and cover myself. Nevertheless, it was obvious what was happening before hand, so I was still embarrassed. Paul and I had just joined and were right in the middle when the door went flying open.
“Oh my gosh!” I screamed. Paul was still on top of me, so I couldn’t do anything but turn away from the door. It wasn’t long though, before Paul removed himself quickly from me and sat up with the covers over him, blocking me. However, I don’t know how much either of them saw before Paul moved, considering the covers weren’t previously all the way up. George had already seen me naked, but John hadn’t. At any rate, it was still awkward with George now anyway.
“John, George, what the hell?!,” Paul asked angry. John and George laughed, obviously under the influence of alcohol, or more likely, pot.
“Whoa, we thought you two were sleeping,” George giggled.
“Apparently not, hi Olivia,” I heard John say. I shut my eyes so embarrassed.
“Shut up John,” Paul said not finding it at all amusing, “What are you two doing in here?” he asked angry.
“Don’t be mad Paulie, we didn’t know you two were going at it,” George snickered and John laughed along with him. I touched Paul’s back and he turned to face me. I made a face asking him to get them to leave.
“I’m sorry love,” he said softly then turned around, “Get out,” he told the two of them.
“Ah, Macca, come on. We were just coming to invite you-”
“Get out John! George!” Paul said again louder.
“Fine, ornery.” George said and they left. Paul turned completely around and I put my hand on my forehead.
“Love, I’m sooo sorry,” he said.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” I said. Paul came against me and hugged me.
“I’m just as embarrassed and angry even. I’m so sorry.” He said again, pulling away to look at me. I moved his hair out of his face.
“It’s not your fault,” I told him. He shook his head.
“But I never wanted this to happen. I promised you it wouldn’t,” he said and I could tell he really felt bad. I laughed softly.
“You had no way of knowing for sure. I’m completely embarrassed, I mean, we were right in the middle…” I said shaking my head, “But hopefully they were too high to remember anything tomorrow.”
“I hope so. They looked pretty stoned to me,” he said laying close next to me, taking me in his arms.
“I’m sorry,” he said again and I laughed.
“Would you stop it? It’s alright,” I said.
“I feel horrible,” he said. I shook my head.
“Don’t. Here,” I said moving away from him.
“What are you doing?” he asked me as I wrapped my dress around me and walked over to the door. I turned the lock and walked back over to him. I took the dress off and went back under the covers with him.
“There, now they won’t come in,” I said kissing him. I could feel him smile as he kissed back. This time we weren’t interrupted and fell asleep once again in each others arms.

Chapter 18