Chapter 6

“Will you play something for me?” I asked Paul the next day. He was reading some magazine, but paused to look up at me.
“What?”
“Will you play and sing a song for me, on the guitar?” I said pointing to a guitar rested against the wall. He nodded and shut the magazine.
“Sure, what do you want me to play?” He asked. I thought for a moment,
“’Yesterday’,” I said. He smiled.
“You like that song?” he asked me.
“Of course! I like almost all your songs” I told him.
“Almost all of our songs?” he asked acting offended. I rolled my eyes and laughed.
“Yes, almost all. Some are kinda weird…” I said. This time I think he really was taken aback.
“What? Like which ones?” he asked.
“There really isn’t a one song, but for instance, your Christmas Albums are kinda weird,” he just laughed.
“Ah, love, those are supposed to be dumb. They don’t really count as songs,”
“Well fine then, I like ALL your songs,” I said shaking my head, but laughing. He laughed again, nodding.
“Thank you,”
“No problem, will you play now?” I asked with pleading eyes.
“Alright,” he said as the lyrics of ‘Yesterday’ filled the air. I just sat and watched amazed. He makes it look so easy! And on top of it, he was playing the guitar upside down to accommodate the fact that he’s left handed. For some reason, that makes him even sexier. I just love the fact that he’s left handed, and not only that, but his voice was so soothing and wonderful it gave me goose bumps. He finished the song perfectly. I clapped.
“Thank you, thank you!” He said joking as he stood up and did the ‘Beatle Bow’. I laughed.
“You’re so cute!” I complimented him, he smiled and winked.
“Thanks miss, if I dare say it your mighty fine yourself,” he said with a deep rich British accent, “Would you like to go out with me sometime?” he continued.
“Why, with you?” I asked faking a young rich British girl accent.
“Yes, little lady, with me,”
“Oh I’d love to, but only under one condition,”
“And what’s that my dear?” he asked me trying to hide his smile.
“Will you play me another song, Mr. McCartney? Will you?” I asked on my knees now, pretending to beg. He looked down at me and tilted my chin up so I was looking up at him. He smiled.
“Why, little darlin’, for starters you can call me Paul,” he said winking. And I gasped in excitement, “And secondly, what song does your innocent little heart desire?”
“Why, Paul,” I said giggling, placing my hand on my chest, “I would just die if you played ‘I’ve Just Seen A Face’ for me. I just love that song!” I said. His smile grew bigger as he leaned down, his face inches away from mine.
“Of course I will,” he said in his perfect Paul McCartney accent.
“Thanks,” I said softly. He smiled and gave me a kiss. He pulled away too soon for me and began strumming the beginning of the song he so beautifully wrote for me. I smiled, thinking about a wonderful future I was anticipating with him.

****As Paul finished singing ‘I’ve Just Seen a Face’, he looked up at Olivia who looked like she just saw a ghost.
“Love, are you alright?” he asked her. She continued to stare at him in disbelief; “Oli-” Paul started to say when he stopped. Something wasn’t right. He leaned forward to take a better look at the girl sitting in front of him. This was not his girlfriend, yet she was stunningly similar in more than one way. Her hair was a deeper blonde, her skin a nice tan, her face slim and her lips exactly like those of Olivia’s, but her eyes….her eyes were different. As he sat staring trying to figure out what they reminded him of, he almost fainted. They reminded him of his own eyes. The shape if them were similar to his. And they were very big with the coloring of a deep hazel almost brown. The two just continued to stare.
“Um, who are you?” Paul asked hesitantly. The girl opened her mouth to speak.
“Dad?” She asked and Paul sat up straight.
“Dad?” he laughed, “I’m sorry luv, but I think you are mistaken, see I don’t have any kids.” He said, suddenly noticing a little piece of silver on her face. “What is that in your nose?” He asked her. She looked down and quickly looked back at Paul with guilt.
“Um, I swear I was going to ask you and mom, but-“she stopped still confused about seeing her father this way, “How old are you?” she asked him.
“Uh, 22,” Paul replied. She laughed.
“This is crazy!”
“How old are you?” he asked her.
“17,” she said, “I remember you telling me that this stuff happened to you when you were younger, but this is insane!” she said again. He nodded and suddenly a thought struck him. He figured he already knew the answer by the looks of his, he was hesitant to think it,…daughter.
“What is your mum’s name?” he asked. She looked at him as if he was crazy.
“Um, you should know, even if we are in the past. You said you two met when she was like 19 and you were 22,” she told him. He sighed.
“Will you just humor me?” he asked her. She rolled her eyes.
“Olivia McCartney,” she told him. Although he figured that it was her, he was still shocked. Shocked because he liked the way Olivia McCartney sounded. He’d never thought about it before. He smiled.
“Um, dad are you okay?” the girl asked. He flinched not ready to be called dad.
“Yeah, I’m good. Um, what’s your name?” he asked.
“Stella McCartney,” she replied. He smiled.
“You don’t have to say McCartney, I pretty much can figure that out,” he said.
“Whatever,” she said rolling her eyes.
“So, what is that in your nose now?” he asked her, still curious at the little piece of silver in her nostril.. Stella’s eyes grew big.
“Shit,” she said. For some reason he was taken aback by her language, although he used it himself, “Uh, it’s a nose ring" Paul just looked at her, somewhat disgusted.
"You pierced your nose??" he asked. She looked at him hesitantly,
"Yeah, but you should think it’s cool!” she said in a better mood. He raised his eyebrows.
“Oh, and why is that?”
“Well, because, if there were nose rings now, you’d probably like them on girls, you’re that kind of person,” she told him and she pulled a cigarette out of her skanky clothes that he didn’t even notice before.
“What are you doing?” he asked taking the cigarette from her. She rolled her eyes, “Do Olivia and I let you do this, and, and, dress like this?” he asked appalled by her outfit. On any other women this age or older, he would’ve thought it very appealing, but knowing she was his future daughter, changed everything.
“No, of course you guys don’t let me dress like this or smoke. I never dress this way in front of you guys or smoke, but I figured you’d be cool with it.” She said smiling at him, “Wow, you’ve changed,” she then said in somewhat awe.
“Are you a virgin?” Paul blurted. She whipped her head around and glared at him.
“Dad!” she said firmly. He flinched again.
“Are you?” he asked firmly back.
“No,” she said softly, “But why does it matter? You aren’t either!” she said.
“Of course I’m not, I had you didn’t I?” he asked.
“I’m not talking about you in ‘my’ world; I’m talking about you now. The way I am, is exactly the way you are now, so why are freaking out so much? Didn’t you lose your virginity when you were like 14?” she asked angry and confused. That made him think. She was like him. What would Olivia think if she knew her daughter was going to be like him now? He looked back at her.
“First off, it doesn’t matter when I lost it and just because I’m like that now, doesn’t mean you can be like it too,” he told her.
“And why not?” She asked.
“Because, that’s the way it is. I’m your dad, and guys don’t need to be seeing you like that, you’re too young!” he said. She rolled her eyes.
“Oh, guys can’t see me like this, but you’re allowed to see other girls like this? You’re probably looking at them even now, when you’re dating mom!” she yelled at him obviously angry. He was offended and somewhat angry.
“Hey, don’t say that.” He told her firmly. “I would never cheat on Olivia or lust over other girls like that. Ever,” he said and suddenly realized how weird this was. He was arguing with his future daughter. He shook his head.
“I know,” she said rolling her eyes and calming down. He looked up at her.
“You know what?” he asked confused at her attitude change.
“That you’d never cheat on mom, or do anything to hurt her. She’s your whole world,” she said. Paul smiled,
“Really?” he asked.
“Yes, really, and I’m not as sluty or bad as you think. I do have a bit of mom in me.” She said smiling a little, making Paul smile.
“Thank God for her,” he said laughing. Stella laughed along too.
“Yes, but you aren’t bad. You’ve changed a lot from the way you are now, and are actually a pretty sweet dad I must admit. All my friends are jealous.” She said.
“Is that so?” he said laughing.
“Yes, but some of it does have to do with that fact that you are Paul McCartney, but a lot has to do with just the fact that I’ve got a pretty good loving mom and dad who love each very much and love me,” she said smiling at Paul. He smiled.
“So, if you are happy with your family and such, why do you pretend you are something you aren’t? Are you going to stop?” He said pointing to her outfit.
“Not totally, remember, you are still my dad, and I have your genes too. I just like to give the illusion that I’m more than I am to certain people. I have enough of both of you to have fun, but be safe and good about it. I’ve never done drugs, and I really don’t smoke that much either, and I don’t sleep around.” She said. He smiled.
“Good,” he said, “You said earlier that I’ve changed a lot…” Paul said curious and changing the subject. She laughed.
“Holy crap yeah! In fact, it’s kinda sick in a way.”
“Sick?” Paul asked confused.
“Well, I’m a big fan of The Beatles,” she continued and Paul smiled, “So I’ve seen your videos and such along with pictures you and mom have showed me and I always thought you were a good looking guy in all, but in person, you’re, you’re even better looking. Eww, this is weird.” She said shaking her head and making a face. Paul laughed.
“Yeah, it is weird…”
“No offence, but now your face is, well, kinda saggy.” Stella told Paul. He made a face.
“Are you serious!?” He asked somewhat bummed.
“Yeah, but it’s not too bad. It’s mostly your cheeks,” She said giggling. Paul pouted and touched his face, “Don’t worry, mom still thinks you’re extremely handsome…” she said rolling her eyes. Again, Paul couldn’t help but smile, “And all the older Beatle fans still think you’re pretty good looking for your age. You actually don’t look that old,” she finished.
“How old am I?” he then asked.
“Forty-four. And mom is forty-one,” Paul nodded.
“Wow, I’m glad that’s the future. I’m not quite ready to be forty, or thirty for that matter.” He said. She smiled.
“Yeah, me neither,” There was silence for a while, and Paul began strumming on the guitar in front of him again.***

“Are you all done playing?” I asked not really remembering the rest of the song. I seemed to have a blackout or something. Paul looked up at me, and he seemed surprised.
“Olivia!” He said putting the guitar down and hugging me. I smiled.
“Are you okay Paul?” I asked. He pulled back to look me over. I raised my eyebrows.
“And you’re only nineteen!” He said kissing me.
“Hey, are you making fun of my age again?” I asked pulling away. He liked doing that for some reason.
“No, no! Not at all, I’m thankful you are only nineteen! I just met our daughter!” he said. I raised my eyebrows yet again.
“Um, Paul sweety,” I said slowly thinking he was crazy, “we don’t have any kids. We haven’t even slept together…” I told him. He rolled his eyes.
“I know that, but she was here.” He said sitting down next to me, holding my hand.
“Was she now…” I said. He looked at me and pouted.
“I’m not crazy, she was. I looked up and there was this girl that looked like you. A lot actually, but yet she was different in a familiar way. Then I noticed she had me eyes. I asked her who she was, and she was from the future. She was our 17 year old daughter!” He said, and he seemed stunned, like it just struck him how weird it was.
“I suppose, we have gone to the future, so it could come to us,” I said shrugging. Paul nodded.
“Yeah, see,”
“So what was she like?” I asked. He looked off to the side, “Paul?”
“Um, she was kinda, well, like me,” He said looking back at me with an ‘I’m sorry’ face.
“What do you mean, like you?” I asked not quite understanding.
“Well, for starters, she was dressing so provocative that I didn’t even notice she was wearing different clothes at first. Uh, she tried to smoke, but I took it away. She swore, and well, she’s not a virgin,” he said. I sat there surprised.
“Wow,” I said.
“But after arguing with her, which was really weird by the way, she confessed that she’s not really like that, she just pretends when she’s around certain people or something. She said that she still had some of you in her.” He said seeming confused.
“Why did she want to pretend?” I asked.
“I don’t know. To feel cool, I guess. Then she couldn’t figure out why it was okay for me to be like that and not her. I didn’t really know what to say, so I just said because that’s the way it is. Then she got pissed and said that I would cheat on you.” He said. For some reason, I didn’t like bringing up that topic. It always got me thinking.
“What did you say?” I asked curiously.
“What do you think? I told her not to say that, because I would never do that to you,” He said scooting closer to me and squeezing my hand. I turned to look at him, and smiled a bit. Still slightly unsure….
“Then she calmed down and said that I was right. She said that we love each other so much and that you are my whole world,” he told me. That made me smile a bit more.
“Really?” I asked.
“Yes, this will be true and is true. Even now, you’re everything to me. I love you so much.” He said. I leaned over and kissed him softly.
“I love you too, Paul,” I said. He smiled.
“So, yes, that was very interesting indeed,”
“I bet,” I said, “So she looked like me huh?”
“Yeah, she was gorgeous in a daughter sort of way.” He said obviously weirded out by saying that. I smiled. I leaned my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes breathing in his smell.
“Hey, Paul,” I said bringing my head up.
“Yeah?” He asked turning to me.
“Are you cold?” I asked.
“No, not at all. Are you again?” he asked turning his body towards me.
“Not like before, but I am a little chilly. Can I borrow your shirt?” I asked.
“Sure, love,” he said as he began unbuttoning his white oxford.
“That’s so cute that you are still wearing your dress clothes,” I laughed. I liked to tease him about always dressing really nice. Hopefully he knows that I really liked it.
“That’s all he’s giving me,” he said sneering jokingly at me, and unbuttoning the last button. He took his shirt off and helped me put it on. The sleeves were way to long, and the bottom covered me so long that it looked like pjs, but it was comfortable and it smelled like Paul. I loved wearing my guy’s clothes, especially Paul’s. He pulled me back into his arms and leaned me against his bare chest.
“Better?” he asked.
“Much,” I said, “Are you sure you aren’t cold?” I asked again.
“Positive,”
“Let’s tell another secret while we cuddle,” I said nuzzling my head more into the curve of Paul’s neck. He leaned his head on mine and held me a bit tighter.
“Alright then,” he said, “You first.”
“Do you remember when I came over to your hotel in Malibu, and John woke you up by poking your nose with hairs and put shaving cream all over?” I asked. Paul laughed a bit.
“Yeah, that pissed me off. Sorry you had to see that,” He said. I moved my head up and kissed him on the cheek.
“Don’t you be sorry, I’m sorry, I told them not to. But they obviously didn’t care what I thought. I felt bad.” I said. He smiled down at me, kissing me back on the forehead.
“Don’t worry about it love, I’m used to it anyway,” he said. I smiled and snuggled back into him.
‘Well, when I first got there, everyone was getting ready in different rooms and I was left alone with you, sleeping. John told me, that if I felt brave I could try and wake you up. I wasn’t going to, but I still went and sat in front of you just to watch you sleep. And for some reason, I reached out and caressed your face with my fingers softly. I’ve done that I couple of time in here too.” I told him. I could feel his face muscles forming a smile.
“You know, when I think back, I remembered a light touch on my face. I didn’t know what it was so I flinched, but I remember thinking it felt nice.” He said. I laughed.
“Yeah, when you moved I freaked out thinking you were going to wake up. I wouldn’t know what to say. Then it worsened when George walked in and saw me sitting there staring at you.” Paul laughed.
“Are you serious? What did he say?”
“He asked what I was doing, and so I just told him what John told me and said that I was thinking about it. He believed me.” I said.
“Huh,” Paul said.
“What’s your secret?” I asked him.
“Hmm, let me think for a sec,” he said. I nodded and shut my eyes again waiting, almost falling asleep to the rhythm of Paul’s breathing, “Alright, I thought of one,” he said. I opened my eyes.
“Alright, what is it?” I asked.
“Well, do you remember the time that, well, I don’t really remember where we were going. But we were driving somewhere, and I was going to have a cigarette and asked you to get my lighter?” he asked me. I smiled.
“Oh yes, the day you almost killed us.” I said laughing. He laughed.
“Ha ha, whatever, I was careful.” He said, “Anyway, first off, I didn’t even need a cigarette. I knew you wouldn’t let me drive with one hand so I smoked one anyway just so you would have to lean over and get me lighter out of me pocket, which I admit was a tight one.” He said somewhat laughing. I looked up at him with my mouth open.
“Are you serious?” I asked, shocked. I had no idea he did that little schpeal on purpose! He nodded.
“Yeah, I wanted…” he stopped looking away for a second.
“Yes?” I asked as he finally looked back at me. I could tell he was getting shy again.
“Well, I did it because I wanted….you to touch me,” he said looking away again.
“Touch you? Paul, we touched each other a lot with holding hands and everthing,” I said not understanding. He looked back at me with a face that told me whatever he meant was obvious.
“Not just anywhere…..by reaching in me pocket you came close to something else....” he said. I understood.
“Oh, I get it now,” I said nodding. He smiled shyly, and I just smiled, “Well, guess we both enjoyed ourselves then,” I said. He suddenly seemed surprised.
“Is that so?” he asked.
“Yeah, my heart was racing a million miles an hour.” I said, laughing a little.
“Huh, I wouldn’t have known that.”
“Yeah, there’s a lot you probably don’t know. That’s why we have secret time. So we can find out all the things we did or thought, back when we were keeping our feelings from each other.” I said. He nodded.
“I must say, as much as I’m shy telling you things, afterwards I feel better knowing that you finally know. And I like hearing your secrets.” He said.
“Good idea then?” I asked. He smiled.
“Yes, it was a good idea, this secret telling.” I smiled and kissed him softly.
“Hey, do you just want to lay on the bed and cuddle?” I asked. I loved cuddling with him. I loved just being next to him.
“Yeah, that sounds really nice,” He said helping me up. We laid on the bed and I wrapped my right arm around Paul resting my head on his chest. He held my hand with his left, and his right lay firmly yet softly on my back, caressing it slowly. I closed my eyes one last time, swaying up and down to Paul’s chest. This time it put me right to sleep.

Chapter Seven