Chapter 2

We scoped out the room and it seemed to be okay. No heads or anything. I sat on the edge of the bed staring at the floor not believing any of this. Paul came and sat next to me, falling back to lie on the bed. He scratched my back lightly and I turned around. He patted the spot next to him and I also fell back. He grabbed me into his arms and pulled me close. We didn’t say a word. We lay close together until we fell asleep; cold, hungry, scared, but together.

The next morning Paul and I awoke still lying next to one another in the Fantasy themed room.
“Morning,” Paul said smiling. Seeing him smile made me happy again.
“Morning. You sleep okay?” I asked him.
“Yes, actually I did. You?”
“Yes,” Paul got up and tried the door once more. It was still locked.
“Looks like we’re going to be in here for a while.” Paul said coming to sit next to me again. The next couple days were just like this. It was strange, the only times we could get out were to go the bathroom and to shower. Then we had to go right back and the room was once again locked. To use up our time, Paul and I played a number of games. After the 4th day however, games were already beginning to get boring, and the thought of making out with Paul was stronger and stronger.
“Do you want to watch some TV? We haven’t done that yet?” Paul asked, obviously sick of cards.
“Sure,” I said. We put the cards away and Paul made himself comfortable on the bed, again patting for me to join him. As I lay next to him, my heart began to pound. He had just gotten out of the shower not long ago, and his smell was amazing. His arm was barley touching mine, but when he moved to adjust positions, it would brush against me sending goose bumps all throughout my body. As I finally turned my attention back to the TV, I noticed there were girls in their bikini’s all over the screen. I turned to face Paul.
“Um, do we really have to watch this?” I asked somewhat bothered. I didn’t like him oogaling at other girls. He turned to me.
“Why?” he asked.
“Um, because I don’t really feel like watching half naked girls,” I said annoyed. He smiled.
“You aren’t jealous are you?” he asked. I moved my head to look straight at him and he was smirking like a dork.
“No…” I said making a face that was easily see through.
“Don’t be jealous luv, they’re nothing compared to you.” He said sweetly as he took my hand. I smiled as my heart began to pound out of my chest again.
“Then why are you watching them?” I asked. He turned back at the TV and I followed in his eyes direction, to see the girls still half naked. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Paul looking back at me.
“I don’t know, but don’t be jealous, I’ll flip it.” He said changing the channel. I didn’t respond and continued to stare at the TV, acting like I was still offended.
“I’m sorry, please forgive me.” He asked. I didn’t answer, “I already said they were nothing compared to you and I mean it….you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.” I turned back to him making a face.
“You don’t know that. You’ve haven’t seen every girl in the world.”
“Almost,” he said smiling. As he stared into my eyes, I could see him glance down at my lips every once in a while. I’ve heard that when a guy looks at your lips he wants to kiss you. At this moment, I was hoping they were right. We looked at each other only a few more seconds when Paul finally moved in to kiss me. My heart melted when I felt the warmth of Paul. We kissed delicately for a while but eventually Paul moved delicately on top of me. I didn’t resist and continued to kiss him deeper. This went on for a few moments, then Paul began to caress different areas of my body as well as kissing them. My shirt was all the way up to the collar bone, preventing Paul to do any kissing there. Apparently, he didn’t want to settle for that, and for the first time, he took off my top and I let him. Afterwards we just kinda looked at each other and Paul was looking at what he revealed. As he sat on top of me looking down at me, I reached out to his buttons. One by one, I undid them until his shirt was open and then off. I’ve seen Paul’s chest before but for some reason this time was much different. Because of the situation at hand, it seemed brand new and like I was seeing it for the first time. It’s hard to explain, but that’s the way I felt. As I ran my fingers down Paul’s chest, I noticed I was shaking slightly. Through my feelings of love, lust, and happiness, I was a bit nervous. Paul once again lay on top of me as we began kissing once more. Within a few minutes Paul’s hands were at the top of my skirt taking it off. I returned the favor by removing his pants…Paul’s a tightey whitey man!  We continued to kiss and such, no more articles of clothing being removed. (For future reference, I’m not one to really share my personal experiences with others, so now that you know this, when I say ‘the usual’, this is pretty much it unless stated otherwise). When things began to heat up once more, Paul was suddenly removed from atop me. Both of us out of breath looked at each other totally clueless to what happened. I thought he was pulling away himself. I suddenly felt totally embarrassed as if I did something wrong. I pulled the comforter up over myself.
“What was that all about?” I asked slightly upset that he did that. He’s the one who started the whole thing anyway. Maybe he was destructing his morals just then and had to break free, but then again, it’s Paul McCartney…..
“I don’t know,” he said looking around.
“Did I do something wrong?” I asked him. He looked back at me puzzled.
“No! Of course not, why would you ask that?”
“Well, you kinda pulled off of me rather quickly…” I said, looking away, “if this is about Davy-”
“Davy? No, this isn’t about Davy! And no you didn’t do anything wrong, someone pulled me off. That’s why I’m a bit frightened and confused.” He said looking around again.
“Oh, I see,” I said now feeling foolish for thinking such a thing. Paul suddenly looked back at me.
“Why did you mention Davy?” he asked.
“I don’t know, I thought maybe you knew this was wrong or something…” I said.
“Wrong? Why would it be wrong? I thought you dumped him?” he asked. I didn’t answer and his face immediately changed. He got up and put on his pants and shirt, “You didn’t did you?”
“Yes and no.” I said.
“What does that mean?”
“Well, the last time I talked to him was in Greenland….” I said.
“Greenland?! That was weeks ago!” Paul said, buttoning his shirt.
“I know. At first I thought things were fine, I thought he understood that we were done, but then he kept calling me and leaving me messages. I didn’t return them because I realized he didn’t understand when I told him in Greenland, so I’ve been thinking of a way to tell him so he’ll understand. I was going to tell him, but then I ended up here with you.” I explained. Paul sort of rolled his eyes as he sat back on the bed.
“So, he thinks you two are still together?” he asked exhausted from all this.
“I think so, even though he should have put two and two together.” I moved closer to Paul still covering myself with the blanket, and touched his hand, “But to me, we aren’t together, and I have no regrets whatsoever for what just happened or anything that has happened between you and me.” I said. He seemed to like this, because he leaned over to kiss me. Once more he went on top of me, but the making out wasn’t heavy as before. It was getting near 10pm so Paul stripped down to his underwear again and got under the covers with me. We kissed softly every so often and just laid in each others arms. It was the first time that we had actually slept together, side by side and it felt so nice. We fell asleep peacefully, but the night wasn’t that peaceful.
When I awoke it was still dark in the room. As a chill ran over me I looked at the clock. It was 2am. Freezing cold I turned and tried to get closer to Paul.
“Mm, Olivia are you okay?” I heard Paul ask half asleep.
“I don’t know, I’m really cold.” I said. Paul moved slightly bringing me closer to him. He wrapped his arms and legs around me, making me laugh.
“That can’t be comfortable,” I said.
“Actually, it’s not that bad. Are you warming up?” he asked.
“Well, I was at the point of freezing before, now I feel like I’m going to get frostbite.” I said.
“It got worse?” Paul asked.
“Yeah, and it keeps going,” I said beginning to shiver uncontrollably. I was beginning to get scared. This wasn’t normal.
“Paul, I’m kinda scared…” I said. He moved once more putting himself more on top of me than beside me. He then began rubbing his hands up and down my back, trying to create some sort of heat.
“It’ll be okay.” He said kissing the top of my head. I continued to shiver and Paul continued to warm me up, “Holy crap, you are cold!” Paul said rubbing faster.
“I know, and it’s getting worse.” I said and I began to cry slightly.
“Shh,” Paul said, “Just try not to think about it and try to go back to sleep.”
“I can’t,” I said. A few seconds later Paul’s voice began to fill my ears as he sang “Yesterday”. Smiling at his amazing voice, I did eventually fall asleep forgetting the fact that I was cold as ice. When I woke the next morning Paul was no where in sight. I immediately was scared that he had left me or was taken away.
“Paul?” I yelled. Nothing.
“Paul?” I yelled again, this time getting up from the bed and walking to the door. It was locked. I sat back down on the bed scared to death. I turned on the TV hoping to make myself more at ease. I suddenly remember I wasn’t wearing much so I looked around to put my clothes back on, but all I could find was my skirt. My top was no where in sight.
“Hm, that’s weird,” I said to my self putting on my skirt. I guess I’ll just have to settle with the skirt and bra. I settled back onto the bed to watch TV. About an hour later, I noticed Paul on the floor sleeping.
“Paul!” I shouted excitedly and hopped down to the floor, grabbing him. He woke up startled.
“Are you okay?” I asked him. He nodded and stretched. I hugged him, “Oh, I thought something horrible happened to you!” I said. He laughed.
“Naw, darling, I’m okay.”
“Where were you?”
“Ah, I popped back at the studio actually.” He said.
“Really? Did you see anyone there?”
“Yeah, the guys were there practicing. I told them what happened to me and well, they thought I’d taken too much pot.” He said making a disappointed face.
“So they didn’t believe you?” I asked. He shrugged.
“Don’t know really,” he said moving to a sitting position and dug into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, “Do you mind?” he asked.
“Yeah, but go ahead.” I said. He shook his head.
“No, that’s okay actually.” He said putting it back. I felt bad.
“No go ahead. I was just kidding.”
“No that’s alright. I don’t really need one anyway.”
“Paul….” I whined still feeling bad. I shouldn’t have said anything.
“What?”
“If you want it, smoke it. I don’t really care.”
“Yes you do, and I’m not going to. I’m fine.” He said, “So are you feeling better this morning?” he asked changing the subject.
“Yes actually. Thanks for what you did.” I said. He smiled.
“No problem.”
“So, what do you want to do?” I asked.
“Don’t know. What do you want to do?”
“I asked you.”
“Well, you decide.” He replied. I rolled my eyes and shoved him lightly. He laughed. I suddenly had a bright idea.
“Here, I’ll make up a game.”
“Gear,” he said.
“Okay, I don’t know the name of it but here’s how you play. We each get five questions for each other, and the fifth question is the Big Shaboozie.”
“Big Shaboozie?” he asked laughing. I laughed.
“Yes and don’t make fun. It’s the big question. We get four little questions and one big question. Got it?” I asked. He nodded.
“You first.” He said.
“Alright….um, what’s your favorite color?”
“That would have to be blue, I believe.” I nodded.
“Your turn,”
“Most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you.” He said.
“Um, probably when my mother was talking about Davy and I when everybody was at my house,” I said not really wanting to bring that up again. Paul laughed.
“Yeah, I bet that sucked. Next,”
“This is actually hard thinking of questions….um, your embarrassing moment?” I asked. He squinted his eyes at me.
“Copy cat,”
“Na ah!” I said laughing. He laughed.
“Ah, I know…well, I don’t really think I have a most embarrassing moment.” He said.
“You’ve never been embarrassed?” I asked not believing him.
“No, I don’t get really embarrassed easily. I’ve gotten so nervous before though, that I made me self sick for days, but embarrassed, not really.”
“Wow, lucky.” I said. He shrugged.
“Do you miss Davy?” he asked me. I was somewhat surprised that he asked that.
“No, not really…do you miss Jane?” I asked coming back again with the same sort of question.
“No,” he said, “What’s the scariest thing that’s ever happened to you?” he asked.
“That head.” I said getting shivers down my spine again. He laughed and nodded, “What’s your scariest moment?” He made a face again.
“Hey! You keep repeating all of my questions!” I laughed again and so did Paul.
“Sorry, but I can’t think of anything,” I said.
“This is your game you remember….” He reminded me.
“I know, I know,” I said rolling my eyes, “Scariest moment?”
“Hm, this one is actually tough. That head was pretty creepy, but I think I’m going to have to go with Manila.” He said.
“Manila?”
“Is that your big Shaboozie?” He kidded me.
“No, I just want to know what Manila is.” I said sticking my tongue out. He laughed.
“Ah put that back in there, I’ll tell you.” He said, “It’s a city in the Philippines, and we did a show there a while back. Apparently someone told the queen or whatever that we were going to play for her, but didn’t tell us. So they came to our door early one morning telling us that we had to play. Brian said he knew nothing about the invitation and refused to allow any further indignities to be put upon us. It took a while for them to go away but they finally did. Then we flipped on the tele and there was the queen waiting all proud for us to come! We all sort of looked at each other and thought, ‘shit, we ain’t comin’.”
“So what happened?” I said curious. I loved hearing stories about them, especially when told by them.
“Well, we didn’t show and then the queen got furious and said that we were blowing her off, when we didn’t even know about it till that morning. She said we disrespected her and it came out in the papers and all. We had a show later the afternoon, and not many were there. I think like 50,000 tickets were sold and only 30,00 showed up. And when we got back the hotel gave us no room service, so we were starving. I think they brought up a bunch of rotten food, but we didn’t eat that of course. When we came there were over 10 police vehicles and when we left there was one policeman on a motorcycle. People were threatening us all over and throwing punches, spitting, and stuff, I believe George even got a black eye and me shirt was ripped. Alf was pinned down to the ground and kicked. The cop ended up leaving us alone at the airport in which they shut off the escalators and such making us carry our 100 bags up by hand.” My eyes got big.
“Are you serious?” I asked. He nodded.
“Yeah, then we finally made it onto the plane thinking we were safe. But then they told us that the plane was not going to go unless Brian and Mal got off. We all feared for our lives thinking we were done for, in fact, Mal Evans turned to John and I and told us to tell his wife that he loved her. Turned out it was something to do with money and we arrived home alright. But I’m never going to that bloody place again!” he said. I shook my head.
“That’s horrible!”
“Yeah, it was….now I believe it was my turn?” he asked and I nodded, “Hm, I can’t think of more…if you could go anywhere in the world where would you go?” he asked, shrugging.
“Hm, well, I’d really like to go to Hawaii or the Bahamas or something and maybe Rome, one of those for sure.” I said.
“Yeah, been to all three. They are gorgeous places.” Paul said.
“You are so lucky!” I said jealous. He shrugged as if it wasn’t that big.
“I believe it’s time for your Big Shaboozie,” he said. My heart suddenly began pounding. I was planning to do this the whole time, but now I was more scared than ever. I tried to get into a more serious mood, “Olivia?” Paul asked. I looked up at him.
“Alright….um, what would you say if,” I paused again wondering if I should do this.
“If what?” Paul asked curious. I continued,
“If I said that I…I loved you,” I said finally getting the words out. Paul’s face immediately changed. It wasn’t a bad change but I couldn’t tell if it was a good one. It seemed more of a shock.
“Can I answer that with my Big Shaboozie?” he asked me.
“Um, sure,” I said beginning to wish I didn’t say it. It was too soon! I looked away to avoid embarrassment.
“What would you do if I said that I love you too?” he asked, and my heart dropped. I looked back at him.
“What?” I asked not believing what I heard. This was something I merely hoped for and now it was seeming to be true.
“I love you too,” Paul repeated scooting towards me and taking my hand.
“You do?” I asked again. He laughed.
“Is that so hard to believe?” he asked me. I laughed.
“No, and, and yes. I realized that I loved you a long time ago but never told you in fear that you wouldn’t. I mean, your-” I stopped.
“What, Beatle Paul McCartney?” he asked rolling his eyes, “You fans…” he said shaking his head and I laughed a little, “I can love too you know,” he said.
“I know that, but I couldn’t believe that you would actually love me. When I feel so strongly for anyone, I'm always amazed that they feel the same....and this time I'm deep into it, so, I don't know, it's hard to believe that you actually love me back.” I said.
“Well, I fell for you a long time ago, and let me tell you it wasn’t the best thing in the world…” he said. I was confused.
“It wasn’t?” I asked.
“No. I mean realizing that I fell in love with you was wonderful, I was in the best mood for days, weeks even, but…no offence, love, but you played havoc with me emotions. It was hard enough having to keep it from everyone, but then you would act like you loved me one day and the next you loved Davy. In a way, it was intriguing me, but it was also hard. That’s when I started to try and get out of love with you, if that makes sense, but everytime I’d see you, you’d just call me back again.” He said laughing a bit. I smiled sadly.
“I’m so sorry…but I kinda felt the same way with you…there were at least two times I was about to tell you that I’d fallen in love with you, but that’s the times you’d flirt with some girl or something. Then you’d be so sorry for what you did and I began to think that you may have feelings for me yet.” I told him.
“I guess it wasn’t easy for either of us, aye?” he said laughing.
“No, but now you know that I do indeed love you,” I told him, kissing him softly. He smiled.
“I love you too, and I have something for you actually.” He said getting up.
“You do?” I asked surprised.
“Yeah,” he said as he pulled out a record from behind the bed. Did he write a song for me?? He walked over to the record player and popped in the record. He sat against the wall facing me listening to his recent masterpiece.

I’ve just seen a face I can’t forget,
The time or place where we just met.
She’s just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see we’ve met.
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm.

Had it been another day,
I might’ve looked the other way.
And I’d have never been aware,
But as it is, I’ll dream of her tonight.
Lie, die, die, die, die, die.

Falling, yes I am, falling.
And she keeps calling,
Me back again.

I have never known the like of this,
I’ve been alone and I have missed things,
And kept out of sight,
But other girls were never quite like this,
La, die, da, die’n, die

Falling, yes I am falling,
And she keeps calling,
Me back again.

As the instrument part of the song played tears rolled down my cheeks. Tears of love and joy. I was amazed that he even felt the same as me, and now he’s even wrote a song for me to show me and the world. This was one of the nicest songs for me on top of everything, and nothing seemed to be added in just to make the song. It was all true, according to what Paul has also told me.

Falling, yes I am falling,
And she keeps calling,
Me back again.

I’ve just seen a face, I can’t forget,
The time or place where we just met,
She’s just the girl for me,
And I want all the world to see we’ve met,
Mm, mm, mm, da, da, die

Falling, yes I am falling,
And she keeps calling,
Me back again.

He flipped the record over to play another song.
“I wrote this one when I was frustrated because you wouldn’t believe or trust me.” He explained before playing the song.

If you let me take your heart,
I will prove to you.
We will never be apart,
If I’m part of you.

Open up your eyes now,
Tell me what you see.
It is no surprise now,
What you see is me.

Big and black the clouds may be,
Time will pass away.
If you put your trust in me,
I’ll make bright your day.

Look into these eyes now,
Tell me what you see.
Don’t you realize now,
What you see is me.

Tell me what you see.

Listen to me one more time,
How can I get through?
Can’t you try to see that I’m,
Trying to get to you?

Open up your eyes now,
Tell me what you see.
It is no surprise now,
What you see is me.

Tell me what you see.

Listen to me one more time,
How can I get through?
Can’t you try to see that I’m,
Trying to get to you?

Open up your eyes now,
Tell me what you see.
It is no surprise now,
What you see is me.
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm.

The songs ended and Paul turned the player off.
“Did you like it?” he asked me. Without saying a word I got up and made my way to the other side of the bed to where Paul was sitting. He watched me walk over. When I made it over to him, I kneeled beside him and kissed him with more love than I have ever had.
“You got through to me, I loved it,” I said looking into his eyes.
“You’re crying….” He said wiping the tears away from my cheeks. I laughed.
“Because I liked it. I’ve had songs written about me before, but this, this, was probably sweetest two songs I’ve heard.” I said smiling. He smiled in return brushing the hair stuck to my face by my tears, away, “I guess that’s what’s to expect with the worlds most famous songwriter and musician as your boyfriend.” I said laughing. He laughed.
“That was probably the second best thing I’ve heard,” he said.
“You like compliments don’t you?” I asked laughing. He laughed and shook his head.
“No, I meant the boyfriend part,” he said and his face was serious again. In all honesty, I didn’t even know I said that.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said and kissed me.
“I like it too…but what about George?” I asked. Paul smiled.
“He’s actually been telling me to call you for weeks now, to tell you how I feel.” He admitted. I was surprised.
“Really?? And you didn’t?” I said shoving him a little.
“No, I was planning to day after day, but some days I couldn’t get the nerve to do it and others I was too busy.”
“Oh, I see.” I said, and suddenly remembered I also had something for him, “I have something for you as well.”
“Oh do you now?” he said. I nodded and began flipping through the collection of records in the room hoping our newest album would be here.
“Can I ask you something?” Paul asked as I searched for the record.
“Yeah, go ahead.”
“Why are you only wearing your skirt, and not your top?” he asked. I looked down forgetting all about that. I turned.
“It’s not in here. I looked everywhere, and it’s not to be seen. I think whoever pulled you off of me the other day, took my shirt.” I said, feeling somewhat embarrassed to be only in my bra and skirt.
“Nice,” Paul said and I just turned around laughing.
“As long as you think so,” at that moment I found it, “Here we go.”
“What record is that?” Paul asked.
“Our latest one.” I said as I put the record on. I flipped to the first song, “I wrote these a while ago, but never showed you. The first line of this one is kinda off because I wanted people to think if was for Davy and not for you.” Paul nodded understanding and I went to sit by him. He held my hand and kissed my cheek as 'I Hear A Symphony' began playing. Paul smiled and looked over at me.
“You wrote that for me?” he asked.
“Yes, it was when I first realized that I loved you. Then we finally got to date for, what, five minutes, and then I ruined it telling you I still loved Davy. That’s when I wrote this one…” I said flipping to 'Someday We'll Be Together'. The music stopped and I turned to Paul.
“I’m no Paul McCartney or John Lennon, but did you like them?” I asked hesitant. I didn’t really know how nervous I would be showing Paul one of my songs. He was so great at it, and well….it would be like showing Van Gogh one of your art pieces.
“Don’t say stuff like that. You’re just as good as me or John.” Paul said. I made a face.
“Right…”
“It’s true. We’re aren’t brilliant, you’re style is just different. Personally, I think you are a fantastic writer and singer, and those songs were fantastic. I loved them as well. I never even thought you would write something for me.” He said kissing me. I smiled.
“Well, I’m full of surprises,” I laughed. Paul raised his eyebrows and laughed as well. The rest of the day we spent just being with each other, (as if there was any one else). We cuddled, did the usual, and played games, finally ending up in each other’s arms for a wonderful nights sleep. I fell asleep thinking this as the best day of my life.

Chapter Three