Chapter 20

I woke up around 10:30am, and when I rolled over Paul was gone. I sat up and stretched hearing the shower. I went downstairs and made myself some tea. Yes, can you believe it? Tea! Paul forced me to at least try some and to my amazement I liked it and am now hooked. But having a boyfriend, who drinks it morning, noon, and night, was a big influence for me to drink it as well. It was a little chilly outside so I took my tea and went back upstairs to crawl under the covers. Paul emerged from the shower just as I walked into the room. I smiled and walked over to him.
“Morning love,” he said kissing me. I kissed him back and smiled.
“Happy Birthday,” I told him and he smiled.
“Ah, you remembered,” he said laughing.
“Of course I remembered, I don’t have a horrible memory like someone else I know,” I said looking around the room and smiling. He laughed again.
“Hey, I’ve been good so far,” he told me, walking over and opening the closet. I nodded and took a sip of tea, getting under the covers.
“I know. So what all do you have to do today?” I asked. He pulled out a black dress shirt and gray pants.
“In about an hour we have an Interview at the NEMS offices with the Italian-language section of the BBC World Service. John is appearing on Tonight for his book and I might join him for a bit, but I don’t know for sure. Otherwise, it’s just the interview.” He told me putting on his pants and walking over to sit next to me. I smiled.
“Good, how long will that take?” I asked. He kissed me and smiled.
“Why, are you going to be lonely without me?” he asked. I nodded.
“Yes, and it’s your birthday, maybe I have a surprise for you,” I told him and he raised his eyebrows.
“Really now? What is it?”
“I’m not going to tell you,” I laughed. He smiled.
“Shoot, I tried,” he said shrugging and picking up his shirt from the end of the bed.
“So…how long?” I asked him again. He stood up and put on his shirt.
“Well, the interview I’m sure will take a couple hours. Afterwards they are going to take some photos and things so that would be another hour or so. Brian also wants to talk to us about the MBE’s some,” (They had just received the MBE’s a couple days ago), “So I’ll probably be done with everything around 5 or 6 tonight,” he said. I made a face.
“So when does Tonight start?” I asked him.
“Uh, seven I think,” he said buttoning the last button. I got up on my knees and went over in front of him, putting my arms around him. He smiled, “What’s the matter?” he asked me as I was pouting.
“Do you really have to go with John?”
“He said he’d like me to,” he said and I continued to pout. Paul laughed pushing the hair away from my face, “Why?”
“It’s your birthday, and I want to spend time with you.” I said. He smiled and kissed me.
“And I want to spend time with you love. I’m not going to stay the whole time; we’ll have time for us. Plus, we have tomorrow off,” he said. I shook my head.
“That’s not good enough. You did something for my birthday, and I want to do something for yours. Please?” I begged him. He smiled.
“How bout we make a deal?” he asked. I made a face, “Hey it’s me birthday, I get to do what I want,” he said smiling. I rolled my eyes.
“Fine, what’s your deal?”
“Since I probably wont be done till six anyway, I’ll just ride over to the BBC Studios with John and stay just for the beginning. I’ll be gone and on my way home by 7:30pm.” He said. I thought about it.
“That doesn’t leave much time for dinner or anything,” I said. He smiled.
“Oh, we don’t need to do that,” he said. I shoved him slightly.
“Stop being so modest! It’s your birthday and I want to celebrate it!” I said. He laughed.
“Alright love, how about dinner tomorrow then?” he asked.
“Oh, I suppose,” I said letting out a sigh.
“Don’t be mad ‘Liv,” he said taking my waist and bringing me closer. I looked down and played with the button on his shirt.
“I’m not mad, I just, I just wanted today to be special for you,” I said looking up at him. He smiled.
“It is special. I get to spend my birthday with the woman I love. Everyday is special now,” he said kissing me. I smiled.
“Yeah, that works,” I said laughing. He laughed.
“Do I still get my surprise tonight?” he asked me. I shrugged.
“I don’t know, I mean, if we are going to go out for dinner tomorrow, I guess I should just wait,” I started saying.
“Nah, you can do it tonight,” he said smiling and I laughed.
“Will you call before you leave the studio, so I know when to get your surprise ready?” I asked. He nodded.
“Will do,”
“Good,” I said looking at the time, “You should probably get going soon, it takes a while to get there,” I reminded him. He looked over at the clock.
“Oh, shit! You’re right!” he said, “I’ve got to go, I’ll see you tonight,” he said kissing me. I waved.
“Have fun,” I said, “and Happy Birthday again!” He smiled and came back to kiss me once more. I laughed.
“Thanks, I love you,” he said leaving the room.
“Love you too!” I yelled and lay back onto the bed, thinking about tonight. He had no idea what was to come for him. I had planned to do the fantasy of me he had. The whole bit about coming home from a long day to see me on the bed….you get the picture. On top of that I had gotten him a new watch, a pretty nice one at that. He had broken his a couple weeks ago and has been saying non stop how he needs to get a new one soon or he’ll go mad. I took up the opportunity and snatched one up. I was lucky he had never gotten round to getting a new one. I just didn’t know now if I wanted to give it to him tonight or tomorrow at dinner.

The rest of the day I just lounged around and either read or watched TV. Their interview was being taped live, so I watched that, smiling almost the whole time. Paul was so cute, and the others were hilarious. I was in the middle of watching I Dream of Jeanie, when the phone rang. I looked at the clock and it was already 7:15pm. I walked over and picked it up.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hey, love, how are you?” I heard Paul’s voice. I immediately smiled.
“Good, I saw your interview,” I told him.
“Oh yeah, how was it?” he asked.
“It was really good,” I told him, “Are you on your way home?”
“Um, well actually….” He started and I could hear voices in the back. I was suddenly disappointed.
“Paul, you promised!” I said and then he started laughing.
“I know, I’m just pulling your hook. Yes, I’m on my way home,” I shook my head and laughed.
“You’re lucky it’s your birthday,” I told him. He laughed.
“I know,” he said, “So yes, I am on my way home. I should be there in about 20 minutes or so,”
“Okay, sounds fab,” I said laughing. He laughed again.
“There you go, good ‘ol English,” he said.
“Um hm, I try,” I said.
“You do a good job. Is twenty minutes enough time for me surprise?” he asked me and I had to giggle.
“Have you been thinking about that all day?”
“Yes actually I have. You know how curious I can get. Drives me mad,” he said.
“Well, you better hurry home then,” I told him.
“Right, I’ll see you in a bit love,” he said.
“Yep, bye Paul,”
“Bye,” he said and hung up. I put the phone back on the hook and turned to see Martha standing there looking at me and wagging her tail.
“I’m nervous to do this Martha,” I said to her kneeling down and petting the top of her head. She licked my hand and barked, “Oh yeah? You think he’ll like it?” I asked her and she barked again. I laughed and stood up, “I sure hope so,” I said to myself going upstairs to get things ready. I looked in Paul’s closet for something to wear. I pulled out one of his hats, and stuck it on my head. That’ll work….what else…..I pulled out one of his ties and undressed. I wrapped the tie around my neck and sat on the bed, hat still on. I shivered as I picked up the magazine on Paul’s side of the bed. I began flipping through it to waste time and used it to cover myself so Paul wouldn’t know right away what was going on. It just looked like I was in my nightgown wearing Paul’s hat. I was about done with the magazine when I heard the door shut. My heart raced.
“Olivia?” I heard Paul yell.
“Yeah, I’m up here,” I yelled back. I heard him come up the stairs. He walked in the room and laughed.
“I like the hat,” he said turning and putting his jacket down. He obviously didn’t realize that that was all I had on, other than the tie. I put the magazine down.
“Yeah, you like it?” I asked him and he turned around smiling. The smile went away and he froze. For some reason when he froze like that and just stared I was always afraid he didn’t like it, but I knew deep down he froze because he liked it. I smiled and played with his tie around my neck. I heard him swallow as he blinked, “How was work?” I asked him. He nodded.
“Uh, yeah, it was good,” he said continuing to just stand there. I patted the bed next to me and curled my finger motioning him over. He pulled his shirt out of his pants, getting ready for what was obviously to come, and walked over to me, “Is this me surprise?” he asked, kneeling down in front of me on the bed. I nodded.
“Happy Birthday baby,” I said winking and smiling. Finally a smile came to his face.
“Shit, and earlier here I thought I was going to stay with John….” He said shaking his head. I nodded.
“See, it’s a good thing I pushed you into making a deal….I thought you might like this a bit,” I said. He touched my arm and looked at me smiling.
“A bit?,” he asked laughing, “I like it a lot more than a bit. This is the best birthday I ever had,” he said raising his eyebrows. I loved it when he did that. I smiled and leaned over to kiss him. I pulled back slowly, his eyes watching me carefully. I ran my fingers down his chest and to his pants. I brought my hands back up and as I unbuttoned his shirt, he slowly moved his fingers around in circles softly on my bare chest. I breathed in deep and removed his shirt. I looked back up and gazed into his eyes. He took his sight off my body and looked at me, a smile spreading across his face. I smiled in return and gently he moved me onto my back and laid on top of me. Resting himself completely on me, he twirled my hair with one hand and ran his other down my body, kissing as he went. I closed my eyes and breathed in again already feeling what was to come. He sat up and while looking down at me, he removed his pants and we made out way under the covers. We kissed some more and as Paul whispered 'I love yous' in my ear, he emerged into me and we became one and I let out a little yelp. The night continued as such. It was as special as it was wonderful. The next day we just laid around in bed most of the day, doing various things, things I’m not going to say. But as Paul promised and as I wanted, we did go out to eat at a pretty posh restaurant. The owner of the restaurant knew Paul personally and obviously because he was a Beatle, so we ended up getting our entire meal free.
“This was nice of them to do,” I whispered to Paul.
“Yeah it was,” he said taking a sip of some wine. That was the only downside to going to these high class posh restaurants; one of the only drinks they served, was different wines which I was not old enough yet to have. However water worked fine for me.
“So are you really having a good birthday?” I asked looking at Paul, “It’s not half as special as what you did for me, but-”
“Oh stop it ‘Liv, it’s just as special if not better,” he said and I smiled as he took my hand. He leaned over into my ear, “Hell, I got me fantasy fulfilled!” he whispered smiling. I laughed.
“So you liked that too huh?” I asked smiling. His eyes grew big.
“Are you kidding me? That was amazing,” he said.
“Good,” Our food came and went and Paul and I were just sitting, talking about various things, “Hey Paul, what time is it?” I asked him. He looked down at his right wrist.
“Bloody hell, I need to get a new watch. This is driving me crazy,” he said. I smiled and pulled out the present.
“Happy Birthday,” I told him. He looked at it and back at me.
“Oh love, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he said. I shrugged.
“So, I wanted to,” I told him.
“Really, you didn’t have to. Last night was enough,” he said again. I laughed.
“Would you stop it and just open it?” I said smiling and he laughed.
“Alright,” he said opening up the little box. I really hoped he’d like it. He opened up the box and looked at the watch, a big smile coming across his face.
“This is incredibly gear! Where did get this?” he asked taking it out and looking at it.
“I’m not going to tell you,” I said smiling. He leaned over and kissed me.
“This watch is really nice,” he said a face of concern suddenly appearing, “This must have cost you a fortune,” he said.
“Ah, not really,” I said. He shook his head.
“Did you use your own money for this?”
“Yeah, of course,” I said.
“Love I can pay you back, this watch is magnificent but it must’ve been expensive,” I laughed and shook my head.
“Right, like I’m going to have you pay for your own present.” I said, “Who cares if it was expensive. I knew you would like it and you deserve it. Just don’t break this one,” I said teasing. He smiled.
“Oh trust me, I won’t,” he said leaning over and kissing me again.
“Thank you so much,” he said putting it on. I smiled.
“No problem, happy birthday,” We had dessert and took a walk around London before heading home for the evening. The Beatles were originally scheduled to start filming Help! in February of this year, but since Paul was gone that had to start later, which pushed everything out of wack. They would be flying to Paris tomorrow for a concert then flying back the next day to begin the film. Throughout the filming of Help! they stayed insanely busy by flying in and out of different places such as Rome, Nice, Madrid, and Barcelona to do shows. Not to mention the Bahamas and the Alps for the movie. I have no idea how they did it all. I didn’t really get to see Paul that much because he was either filming or gone (even though I did attend the concerts with them), but we had a few moments here and there to ourselves. They had to work throughout the night sometimes, making a normal movie shoot of 3 months, into 2 months. At the end of July, Mary Quant had called arranging my flights out of England and back to California to start the modeling photos and rehearsals. I called the girls and guys a few times letting them know I was in town and to say hi. They were shocked to hear I would be modeling. They wanted to come to the show, so Mary gave me 10 tickets. It was enough for all the girls and the Monkees with two to spare. Paul said he would call me every night, and he did a pretty good job. Some nights I wouldn’t hear from him, but then he would call early the next morning, making me smile. We didn’t really get that much time to talk for the most part, but it was enough to cure the missing for a bit.
“So how is the filming going?” I asked him.
“Oh, it’s bloody busy. Fun, but busy,” he said.
“Are you staying out of trouble?” I asked him and he laughed.
“Oh of course! I don’t cause trouble,” he said. I laughed. It wasn’t till later I found out that they were all stoned during the Buckingham Palace scene, and that Paul and Ringo had ran much farther than they were supposed to on another, to smoke some pot. I was starting to get used to Paul doing that. He didn’t do it half as much as the others, which was a blessing I thought. I’d rather have him not do it at all, but if he’s going to, let him be the one that does the least.
“Well, I’m glad you’re having fun,” I said.
“How about you? How’s modeling going?”
“Weird. I’m not used to all this and I still can’t believe she wanted me.” I told him. He laughed.
“I already told you love, why wouldn’t she? You’re perfect,” he said. I laughed.
“I’m not perfect, nobody’s perfect,”
“No, love, you are,” he said. I smiled and suddenly I missed him so much. It had been about a month and half and I hadn’t seen him at all, besides a few pictures.
“I miss you so much Paul,” I said.
“Oh, bloody hell, I know. I’m missing you like crazy. I think about you everyday,” he said. I smiled.
“Really?”
“Yes,”
“I think about you too, but I’m lucky and at least get to see your picture everywhere I go and hear your music,” I said. He laughed.
“I do too, but it doesn’t help me,” he said and I laughed, “I do have a picture of you in me wallet and that helps, plus, I’ve got all sorts of pictures in me head….” He said and I could tell he was smiling a wicked grin. I laughed because I knew what he meant.
“Well there you go,” I said and he laughed.
“We only have a few more days of filming left actually,” he said.
“Really? You guys are almost done?”
“Yeah, we have to film in Salisbury Plains and John and Ringo are filming in Twickenham, then we’re done.” He said, “But we don’t really get to rest. From there, we’re off on our American Tour.” He said.
“At least you’ll be away from the filming on top of it, so it will be a little less busy, right?”
“Yes that’s true. It’ll be nice once Help! is done. I mean, I like it and all, but I’m not an actor. I’m a musician.” I nodded in agreement, and heard someone calling Paul’s name.
“Who was that?” I asked.
“Oh, it was John. I’ve got to get going love, I’ll try to call again tomorrow.”
“Alright, but if you are busy don’t worry about it.” I said and he laughed.
“I will anyway, I don’t care. I want to hear your voice,” he said and I smiled.
“I love you,” I told him.
“I love you too ‘Liv, I’ll see you in a few weeks for your show and talk to you tomorrow,” he said.
“Alright, bye,”
“Ta, love,” he said and I hung up. That left me with one extra ticket, since I knew now Paul was able to come. I called up Davy and asked him if he wanted to bring Vanessa and he did so I gave the ticket to them. He was surprised and thankful. The next few weeks went by rather fast because I was incredibly busy preparing for the show and taking many, and I mean, many pictures. Before I knew it I was meeting Paul at the airport and we were driving back to my room at the hotel. I thought the show went rather good, I didn’t fall or anything! Afterwards Paul, me, and the others went out to dinner and they congratulated me on a job well done. It was nice seeing them again. I checked out of my hotel and joined Paul and the others in their hotel down the street a ways. The others had seen my modeling show on TV and said I did a fantastic job. I thanked them and Paul and I went off to bed. He had had a long last two months and was completely whooped. The next day they had an interview in the afternoon at the Capitol Tower in Hollywood and that night they played a concert at the Hollywood Bowl, in which some lady actually gave birth to a baby boy in a car parked outside. The next day they were playing another concert and the Hollywood Bowl and after that played at the San Francisco Cow Palace. Here the crowd got so out of hand that they guys had to actually leave the stage and we all went backstage in a caravan and waited until the fans calmed down. John and George did a lot of cussing during this time, saying they were getting sick of this stuff. It scared me for a moment but they didn’t talk like that again, for a while anyway, so I completely forgot about it. We flew back to London on September first, relaxing from a tough last couple of months. The next thing I knew, it was Christmas and I was going with Paul to Liverpool to meet his family……

Chapter 21