Chapter 19

The party this time was held at club down the street. I was somewhat excited to finally be at a party where Paul and I were actually together, but on the other side I was slightly nervous, because I didn’t know how he would act. If something were to happen, there would be no way to leave other than wait for them at the door or outside.
“Is everything alright?” I heard a voice ask. I turned and saw Paul looking at me. I smiled.
“Why do you ask?”
“You seem worried or something, are you feeling well?” he asked me. I laughed.
“Yeah, I’m feeling fine, I’m just-” I stopped.
“Just what?”
“This party….I’ve never really been to a good party of yours. You’ve either exposed yourself or made out with others. And even this last one that we weren’t even a part of, something happened.” I said looking up at him. He smiled a little.
“Is that what all this is about? You’re worried I’m going to do something?” he asked. I shrugged.
“I don’t know. I know you won’t do anything while you’re sober, but, what about-?”
“Even if I’m high or drunk love, I’d never do anything like that to you. I thought we already went over why I did it before…” he said hugging me a bit, “You don’t have anything to worry about.” I tried to smile, and more off, tried to believe him. It was that feeling in the back of my head that was still scared.
“Yeah, that’s true,” I said.
“Plus, I don’t really feel like getting stoned or off me hook tonight, so it’ll be just fine. And if I do, it’s you I’m gonna come after anyhow,” he said smiling flirtatiously. I smiled and couldn’t help but laugh.
“Good,” I said. We arrived at the club, Paul, me, and the others getting out and going in. I wasn’t sure when it started but it was already full of smoke. It was like a wall walking in there. I took my hand and tried to fan some of the smoke away from my face….it didn’t really help. Paul looked over at me.
“What are you doing?,” he asked.
“Ah, nothing, it’s not working.” I said laughing at myself. He smiled and leaned over to kiss my cheek.
“You’re cute, come on,” he said taking my hand and leading me over to a couch in which John was already sitting on, visiting with what seemed to be Mick Jagger. He looked me over as I sat next to Paul. I smiled and blushed slightly.
“Well, hello there, luv,” he started. I smiled again. I couldn’t believe it was Mick Jagger! I’d seen him briefly before at a different party but not up close. Those lips of his were something else….
“This is Olivia,” Paul said for me as I wasn’t speaking. I shook my head and laughed nervously.
“Sorry,” I said taking Mick’s outstretched hand. He kissed it and checked me out again. I smiled shyly again, and then side glanced at Paul.
“Don’t worry about it luv,” Mick responded, “So, are you a friend of The Beatles or do you belong to one?” he asked winking at me. I opened my mouth to talk.
“She’s mine,” Paul said quickly, and I was somewhat shocked. Mick leaned back a little and took a drag of his joint.
“Oh, I’m sorry ‘bout that mate,” Mick said blowing out smoke. I looked over at Paul who smiled.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said pulling a cigarette out of his pocket, “Can I borrow you’re lighter John?” he asked.
“Sure,” John said handing Paul the lighter across me. We sat there in silence and I felt awkward. I could feel Mick’s eyes on me every once in a while.
“So how do you like being with the famous Beatles?” Mick asked me. I shrugged and looked at Paul.
“Ah, it’s not nearly what people make it out to be,” I said. Mick looked confused.
“How so?”
“Well, they’re not really that fun to be with, kinda boring, and-” I stopped and smiled. Mick laughed and Paul made a face at me.
“Funny love,” he said. I laughed and kissed him.
“Oh, I’m just kidding.” I said looking at Paul. He smiled, “I love being with them,” I said turning back to Mick. He smiled. We sat there in silence while John and Mick sucked down their joints and Paul smoked his ciggie.
“You want one Paulie?” John asked suddenly. We turned to him and he was holding out a joint. Paul looked at it for a second and then shook his head.
“No, I’m alright, thanks,” he said.
“Oh there you are!” Ringo said coming over to us all sweaty and sitting down. I laughed.
“Where were you at?”
“Dancing! Wanna join me?” he asked. I looked over at Paul. He smiled and nodded.
“Go for it love,” he said.
“I’ll save a song for you,” I said to him and kissed him. He laughed.
“Alright, have fun,” he said to us as Ringo and I went out to where the people we dancing. This was one of the things I wished Paul would do. He liked to slow dance, but he wasn’t really into fast dancing like Ringo. This was weird, for as much as he wiggles on stage you’d think he’d love to dance. Ringo and I danced quite a few numbers and it was a blast! He was such a good dancer!
“That was so fun!” I said to Ringo as we made our way back. He laughed.
“You’re a great dancer Olivia,” he said.
“Same to you,” I told him and we sat down next to Paul, John, Mick, and a few other guys, still smoking.
“Did you have fun?” Paul asked as he took a drag of what now seemed to be a joint. Guess he changed his mind. I nodded.
“Yeah, I did actually,” I said.
“You’ve got quite a good dancer there Paul,” Ringo said. Paul smiled.
“Oh yeah?” he asked looking over at me. Ringo nodded.
“Well she’s gotta be, she was a stripper and Playboy bunny remember?” My face suddenly went white as I turned to face a smiling John.
“John!” I said embarrassed. Mick sat up.
“You were a stripper aye?” he asked, “Is that where you met Paul here?” he asked smirking and John laughed. I turned to Paul who, luckily, wasn’t quite high enough to not realize what was going on.
“No, that’s not where we met,” he told Mick. Mick nodded like he didn’t believe him.
“I was only….a stripper for about a week to get us money. That’s it,” I said glaring at John. I couldn’t believe he did that.
“What?” he asked all innocently.
“What do you think? I can’t believe you said that!” I said to him. He shrugged.
“It’s the truth,” he said.
“Yes, well, truth or not John, you know it’s embarrassing to her. And frankly, I don’t appreciate you going round telling people that either,” I heard Paul. I turned to him.
“Ah, Paulie, come on, I’m only teasing her,” John said.
“I don’t really care, it wasn’t called for,” he said sticking up for me.
“A stripper, wow, you’re probably damn good,” Mick said smiling and winking. I was so completely embarrassed I stood up. Paul glared at Mick and John. They obviously didn’t care.
“Where are you going? Gonna do a dance for us?” John asked smirking. He was such a jerk sometimes! Mick and the other guys started whooping. I glared at him and walked away from them, almost in embarrassing tears. I walked up to the bar area, even though I was probably not allowed there.
“Can I get you something?” the bartender asked.
“Just water if you’ve got it,” I asked. He grabbed one for me and I pulled out some money to pay him. When I looked up a hand had already placed the money on the counter. Paul grabbed the water for me.
“C’mon,” he said, taking my hand. We walked away from the bar and into a little room. Paul shut the door and I sat down on the little futon inside, without saying a word, “Are you alright?” he asked sitting next to me, smelling of marijuana.
“I’m completely embarrassed if that’s what you’re asking,” I said still upset. He took my hand.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“I can’t believe he said that! There were like five guys sitting there, including Mick Jagger,” I said putting my head in my hands. Paul rubbed my back.
“I’m sure he won’t remember love, he was on his third joint,” Paul said trying to comfort me. I sat up and looked at him.
“That’s what we thought about the other night, and they remembered…” I said. Paul made a face.
“Sorry bout that too,” he said. I smiled.
“It’s alright, that’s over with.” He half smiled and took my hand, “I just don’t want to be labeled as ‘Paul’s new girlfriend, the ex-stripper/Playboy Bunny’,” I said. He laughed.
“That won’t happen, love,” he said, “And if it does, you know I won’t be having any of it.”
“I don’t know if I want to go back out there,” I said still embarrassed. If they saw me, they would say something for sure.
“We don’t have to. We can stay in here,” Paul said looking around the room.
“Nah, let’s go. I don’t want to keep you from another one of your parties,” I said getting up. Paul pulled me gently back down and kissed me.
“No, really, we can stay in here,” He said leaning a bit on me. I smiled.
“And how many joints have you had there, McCartney?” I asked. He smiled and shook his head.
“Only one love,” he said kissing me again.
“Are you sure?” I asked pulling back a bit, “Did you drink at all?” I asked. He laughed.
“Can’t I just want to kiss you on me own?” he asked. I smiled.
“All you want to do is kiss me?” I asked and now he smiled.
“Well, maybe more than that, but still, that doesn’t mean I’m high,” he said. I shrugged.
“I know, I’m kidding you,” I said and he kissed me again. I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around his neck. He leaned down on me, but as he did so, there was a knock at the door. Paul didn’t move and they knocked again. I pushed his head away for a moment.
“Paul, someone is knocking,” I said.
“I don’t care, we’re in here,” he said trying to kiss me again. I kissed him quick and then pushed him off so I could sit up. He looked annoyed, “Olivia, we don’t have to get it, they can wait,” he said.
“I know but I feel weird if I don’t,” I said.
“Why? It’s probably just another couple wanting in here to do the same thing. They can go somewhere else, c’mon,” he said trying to get me sit back down as the person knocked again. I looked down at him with those puppy dog eyes. I smiled and kissed him.
“Hold on,” I told him and I walked over to the door. Paul sat on the futon watching me. I opened the door and saw a very beautiful lady standing there. She looked at me and then saw Paul sitting on the couch/bed thing. She put her hand up to her mouth.
“Oh, I’m sorry, did I interrupt something?,” she asked in an English accent.
“Yes,” Paul said. She looked flustered and I glanced over to Paul. He was obviously a little high, he normally didn’t act rude.
“No, hey, don’t mind him, he’s um…” I paused at she looked at me for a moment. Finally she understood and smiled. I looked over at Paul again, who just looked at me, and I could tell he wanted me to hurry. I didn’t feel I had to rush her away, because we didn’t have to do what Paul obviously wanted right now. We had the rest of the evening, and our lives for that matter.
“Oh, I see,” she said. I nodded, “Well, I don’t mean to intrude, but I couldn’t help but notice that you are Olivia Newton, the lead singer of the Bleeding Hearts,” she said. I smiled.
“Yes that’s right, or well, ex-lead singer,” I said.
“Oh yes, I heard about that,” she said, “I’m sorry about that,” I smiled.
“Oh it was for the best,” I said and as we talked I recognized her slightly, but couldn’t place my finger on it. She must’ve seen the confusion in my face.
“Oh, silly me, I’m so sorry! I haven’t introduced myself,” she said laughing. I smiled, “I’m Mary Quant, Fashion Designer.” She said. That’s it! I remembered reading about her in a magazine at the airport. She’s been a Designer from England since the late fifties, and was now making it big in America.
“Yes, I’ve read about you, you introduced the mini skirt. Fantastic work,” I told her and meant it. She had a fabulous clothing line. She smiled.
“Thank you so much dear, I’m glad to hear you say that,” she said.
“Really? Why is that?” I asked. She hesitated and looked over at Paul.
“I have almost all you Publicity Photo’s from The Bleeding Hearts, and I’m amazed at the way you photograph. I’ve always thought you were a very very beautiful girl,” she said. I couldn’t believe what she was saying. I smiled, although shocked, and slightly scared of what might be coming. I noticed Paul was now by my side, he must have sensed the same thing. She looked at Paul and smiled. He returned the smile.
“Thank you very much,” I said. She nodded.
“It’s the truth. In all honesty, I’ve been wanting you for quite a while,” she said laughing a bit.
“Wanted her for what?” Paul asked, putting his arm around me.
“To be a model in my upcoming line,” she finally said. My mouth dropped open.
“A model?” Paul asked. Mary nodded.
“Yes, that’s right.” She said to Paul, who, at the moment, was seeming to act a little overprotective. She turned back to me, “As sad as it was that you are no longer a part of your band, I took this as an opportunity for me to try and snatch you up before someone else did.” I laughed.
“I can’t believe this, you really want me?” I asked. She laughed and nodded.
“That’s right,” I looked at Paul and he tried to smile. I could see in his eyes he wasn’t happy about this. I turned back to Mary.
“Um, I’m ecstatic about this, but, can I have a minute?” I asked her. She nodded quickly.
“Oh, by all means. You don’t even have to figure it out tonight if you aren’t ready. It’s not for a couple months anyway. Here’s my number,” she said handing me her card, “I should be there, but if I’m not just leave a message with my secretary and I’ll call you back as soon as I can.” She said. I nodded.
“Thank you so much, Mary, I will,” I told her still shocked. She smiled cheerfully.
“No, Olivia, thank you. I only hope you join us!,” she looked at Paul who was only half smiling, “If you want, you don’t even have to become a full time model. If you just want to do this line with us, that’s alright too,” she said, and I nodded,” You two have a nice evening and sorry again for interrupting,” she said. I smiled.
“Oh, don’t worry about it. It was nothing,” I said.
“Have a good night,” she said and walked away. I shut the door as Paul went back to sit down. I walked over to him.
“Are you alright?” I asked, “You don’t seem very happy for me…” I said sitting down next to him.
“No, this is great, I mean, didn’t you always want to be a model or an actress?” he asked. I nodded.
“Yeah, I can’t believe she wants me,” I said looking down at the card.
“Why wouldn’t she? You’re gorgeous,” he said. I turned to him. He had his head resting in his hand, that unhappy look still on his face. I touched his back.
“Paul what is it?” I asked him. He shook his head.
“Nothing, really, love I’m happy for you,” he said looking up at me and smiling. I shook my head, “No? What do you mean no?” he asked me.
“You’re hiding something. I can tell you aren’t really that happy for me,” I said. He sighed.
“It’s not that I’m not happy for you…I just, I feel like such an ass,” he said trying to smile as he shook his head.
“What do you mean? Paul, you aren’t an ass,” I said.
“No, Olivia, I am,” He said again. I was confused.
“Why do you think that Paul?”
“Because, you are right. I want to be happy for you, but I’m not. I’m not because I’m a jealous and selfish boyfriend.” He said.
“What are you talking about?”
“I don’t want you to be a model. I don’t want you to be an actress. And, really, I was happy when you stopped being in your band.” He admitted.
“What?” I asked shocked.
“Yes. I mean I was sad for you, but happy for me. That’s the way I wanted it. I want you to be with me where ever I am. I don’t want you to be gone on your own tours, I don’t want you to be gone modeling, I don’t want you to be gone doing films. I want you to be home with me all the time, and be there when I get back from the places you don’t go,” he said shaking his head again. I was somewhat surprised, but deep down; I knew this is how he was.
“Would you care if I just did this one line? Not the whole thing?” I asked. He laughed slightly.
“Yes I would care. You’d still be gone for a long time.”
“It’s only a month,” I said. He shook his head.
“I don’t care; it’s too long for me. I told you, I’m selfish and jealous. Didn’t you hear me earlier, with Mick? How I snapped and said you were mine?” he asked. I nodded.
“Yeah but Paul I am yours. And I actually like it when you say things like that. It makes it more evident that you really care,” I said.
“So does any girl, but Olivia, I’m almost possessive sometimes. One of the reasons things with Jane went downhill, was because she was never around like I wanted her to be. She was always off filming and never seemed to have time for me. I love you so much more than her, and I know I’ll never stop loving you, but I just, I’m selfish Olivia. That’s all there is. I don’t want there to be no time for us, I want you with me all the time, I’m sorry,” he said and it seemed he had tears in his eyes. I scooted over to him and put my arms around him. He turned and put his head in my chest, “I’m such an ass,” I heard him say frustrated with himself. I shook my head.
“Paul, you aren’t an ass. I don’t fall in love with asses,” I said and he looked up at me laughing a little.
“You loved Davy,” he said. I shook my head and smiled.
“Not like I love you. I understand that you feel this way, and I knew you were like this before, and the thing is, I don’t care Paul.”
“You don’t care that I’m incredibly jealous and selfish?” he asked surprised. I shook my head.
“No not really. I mean, yes I may get really frustrated with you because of it sometimes, but when I think about it, Paul I’m somewhat the same way. See, you don’t have to share me with anybody, but I, I have to share you with a million other girls, and I hate that. I hate how you act all flirty with them, even though I know that that’s just the way you are and it means nothing. I hate knowing girls all over the world dream about you and have your picture all over their wall not to mention get orgasms during your concerts,” I said and Paul smiled.
“Do you?” he asked suddenly.
“What?” I asked since we were suddenly off topic.
“Did you ever get an orgasm watching us?” he asked again.
“Paul, that’s not what we are talking about right now,” I said shaking my head and his smile grew.
“You did!” he said laughing. I rolled my eyes.
“I never got an….orgasm, but I used to get pretty excited watching you, and the others. Especially live,” I said remembering the feeling. Paul laughed.
“Ah, you had an orgasm watching me sing,” Paul said smiling and kissing my cheek. I rolled my eyes again.
“I did not Paul,” I said and he just smiled and raised his eyebrows. I should not have said anything about it, “Anyway, back to the subject…. I want to go on every tour with you because I too, want you with me all the time. Not because I think you are going to fool around, but because I too am somewhat selfish and don’t want to be without you,” I said. He just looked at me.
“Are you serious?” he asked, seeming to feel a little better. I nodded and smiled.
“Yes, granted I’m not half as bad as you,” I said and he made a face, “But most guys are worse than girls, so that’s not odd.”
“I suppose, but you should know by now, I’m more than ‘most guys’ at almost everything,” he said and I laughed.
“That’s why I love you,” I said and he laughed.
“Right,” he said and I smiled.
“But seriously, I don’t think I would want to be a full time model anyway, as much fun as it would be, because I don’t want to be away from you for that long,” I said and he smiled leaning over to kiss me.
“That’s a load off me shoulders,” he said, “I thought for sure I would scare you away once I admitted how selfish and jealous I can be,” he said letting out a little laugh.
“Oh, you’d never scare me away. Like I said, I kinda like how you’re like that. You’re possessive and jealous just enough to make it feel nice, but not too much that you’ll go crazy and kill every guy that looks at me,” I said. He laughed.
“What if I think about it? Does that count?” he asked and I laughed.
“No, it’s doesn’t count. Most guys do,” I said kissing him quickly, “So, I won’t take this job.”
“No, I want you to. It’ll be fun for you. It’s something that you’ve wanted to do,” Paul said. I laughed.
“So, we just had this huge discussion on why you don’t want me to go, and now you are telling me to?” I asked and he laughed.
“Yes. I can’t have you with me all the time, I know that. I just don’t want it like that,” he said sighing, “I’ll just have to cope with knowing guys all over the world will be staring at you in those outfits as you walk down the runway and as they look at Glamour magazines….” Paul said fading off, “On second thought…,” he started then laughed. I smiled.
“Is it really okay that I take this?” I asked him. He nodded.
“Yes. We’ll be working pretty hard at Help! during that time, so it would be perfect, and who knows, maybe I’ll escape to come see my baby as a big model,” he said smiling and kissing me. I kissed him back and smiled.
“I would really like that, if you came that is,” I said. He nodded.
“Me too, I’m sure it won’t be a problem.” He said. I hugged him.
“Thank you for this conversation and for letting me do this.” I told him. He smiled.
“No problem love, you deserve to have fun too. Not just do whatever I’m doing,” he said.
“Oh, but I like doing what you do,” He laughed.
“Well that’s a plus,” he said, “So well call her in the morning and tell her the good news, but as of now….” He said smiling and leaning over to kiss me. I laughed as I kissed him and once again someone knocked on the door. Paul rolled his eyes and stood up, “I give up!” he said and I laughed standing up next to him. We opened the door and this time it was another couple wanting to get in the room, “Have fun,” Paul said sarcastically because he didn’t get to do what he wanted.
“Oh, poor Paul,” I said and he looked at me making a face, “Don’t be sad, we have the rest of our lives,” I told him. He laughed and nodded.
“I know, and tonight,” he said smirking as he took my hand. I laughed. We didn’t go back over to John and the other’s because I was still slightly embarrassed. Instead, Paul and I went out in the main area and danced for the rest of the time. He didn’t smoke anymore joints nor drink any alcohol; in fact, I don’t think he had a regular cigarette the whole rest of the night. We laughed, danced, and kissed the whole night through, and for once I had a whole lot of fun at one of the parties. The next day at the hotel I called Mary and she was excited that I had said yes. She said that we would be doing most of the photos and the show in Hollywood, which was on August 28th. I didn’t have to fly out there until the end of July which worked out perfect as Paul said, in fact a little more so. I was excited because I would be able to be here for Paul’s 23rd birthday and the first part of the Help! shooting, which would take up most of June and the beginning of July. Throughout July they would be making numerous appearances on TV shows and radios, obviously keeping them more than busy. After that, the Beatles were off on another tour of America, beginning on August 14th and ending on August 31st. It worked out though, because for the 28, 29, and 30, the Beatles would be in San Diego and Hollywood itself. They were only doing one show each day, and Paul was sure he would be able to attend my show on the night of the 28th. I couldn’t wait.

Chapter 20