The "Girlfriend"

03. Love At First Sight?

Victoria's P.O.V.

I woke up the next morning with Paul's body pressed against my back and his around my waist. I slowly moved from under his grasp careful not to wake him.

I grabbed some clothes from my suitcase and threw them on. I made my way to the lobby where the hotel was serving breakfast. No one would notice me right? Paul and I haven't even announced our relationship yet. Plus, no crazed fans or reporters should be in the hotel. I walked through the line and grabbed a few pancakes pouring loads of syrup on top.

I sat at the only empty table alone. Moments later George sat beside me with a plate piled full of pancakes, eggs, and a biscuit.

"Hey Victo-" He paused looking at my plate. "Would ye like some pancakes with that syrup?"

I laughed. "What about you?! Is there even a plate under all of that?!"

We both laughed. It was quiet for a moment as George scarfed down his food.

"So how ye like being Paul's girl?" He asked as he cracked a smile.

"Very funny." I laughed. "He's not all that bad. He's not a complete arse which is why I don't understand why he cheated on Jane." I said taking another bite from my pancakes.

"They were just different." He stated through a mouth full of food.

"How so?"

"They're personalities and everything." He replied. "She was a child star from London and he's just a teddy boy from Liverpool. Two different lifestyles." He shrugged.

"Why didn't he just end the relationship if he wasn't happy?"

"He was happy most of the time when she was around. They spent almost every minute together that they could when she was in town. But, everytime she left he was alone, he 'ad time to think I guess. Then they began to fight every night over the phone when she left and soon he began sleeping with other women and such. It went downhill from there. He was only happy if she was physically there."

I nodded. I finished my food and told George I would see him later and made my way to the elevator. Once I reached the hotel room I realized I left my key and knocked on the door hoping Paul would be awake by now.

"Where did ye go?" Paul asked in a sleepy voice which I found very attractive. No stop it you can't like him.

"I went to eat breakfast." I replied, walking around him.

I walked into the bathroom to get ready before he could respond. I changed into one of my casual but still fancy dresses. I loosely curled my hair and put on the necessary amount of make up.

I walked out and sat on the sofa as I waited for Paul to finish getting ready for the interview. When he finally came out he was wearing a suit like he and the other Beatles usually did and a black cowboy hat.

"Howdy" He said in a fake Texas accent as he tipped his hat.

"Why are you wearing that?" I laughed and pointed to his hat.

"Because we're in Texas, sweetheart." He continued in the accent. Emphasizing the word "sweetheart". I laughed.

There was a knock at the door and Paul answered it. Brian was standing in the doorway.

"Are you two ready?" He asked. We both nodded and I stood and made my way to the door.

We made it through the fans and police and into the car. This time we all rode together.

"So 'ow's the lovely couple this fine morning?" John asked.

"Not funny, Lennon." I glared.

"I'm just tryin to be nice is all." He made a fake pouty face.

I was still a bit upset with John for hitting on me when he's married. I never had much respect for cheaters and I wouldn't be surprised if he was already doing just that.

"Where's your wife anyway, Lennon?"

"At home with me kid."

"You have a kid?" I shockingly asked.

"Yea little Julian." He answered.

When we arrived at the interview there weren't as many fans as there were at the hotel but they still needed a wall of police on both sides. John, George, and Ringo climbed out first in that order. It was mine and Paul's turn. He climbed out and grabbed my hand as I got out behind and soon placed his hand around my side as we walked to the door. This time we kept up the couple act inside for the room full of reporters.

There was a table set up in the front of the room with fave chairs George sat at one end then Ringo and then John. Paul and I walked over to the table, still holding hands, he sat beside John and I sat next to him. Our chairs set up quite close to one another. The reporters gathering sound the front of the table after we sat.

There was a lot of flashes from the many cameras in the room. The guys didn't seemed fazed by any of this while I was struggling to even see. Everyone began asking questions at once constantly trying to be louder than the other. This went on for a good ten minutes and they gradually began to slow down as they answered questions. It was all a bit overwhelming but the guys handled everything very well as if they do this daily.

"Is this your girlfriend?" One reporter asked Paul.

"Yes it is." He nodded and looked over, smiling at me.

"What was your first impression of each other?"

I panicked. I wasn't sure how to answer this or how Paul would answer. I wouldn't be having this problem if Paul hadn't thrown out the questions. I'll just tell the truth. My real first impression.

"I thought she was the most beautiful girl I 'ad ever seen. It may sound cliche but I believe it was love at first sight." Paul answered. I was taken back by his answer. He was a pretty good actor to be able to come up with something like that on the spot and act like he really meant it. He turned to me and smiled. His eyes examining every inch of my face before meeting my gaze. We stayed like this momentarily until the reporter cleared his throat.

"And what was your first impression?" He asked turning to me.

"Well.." I looked back to Paul. "I thought he was an arse." I turned back to the reporter. "A cute arse that is. He can be sweet though." I said poking his arm.

"Why don't you two kiss for us so we can get a few pictures?" Another reporter asked.

No. No. No. No. Is all I could think. I couldn't kiss Paul. It would be too awkward to kiss him for the first time in front of a room full of people taking pictures. I couldn't even kiss my last boyfriend in a room of people who couldn't care less.

I sat there for a moment before Paul placed his on my cheeks and turned my face towards his and kissing me. It was sweet and gentle. A few reporters snapped pictures before we pulled away. Although, I wish we hadn't.

We were asked a few more questions about our "relationship", if I was staying along for the entire tour, and what I thought of the other Beatles and so on.

Soon we finished and left for the hotel once more. I was going their show tonight and I now had to be seen with Paul pretty much ALL the time. Which also means kissing in public, holding hands, and being "in love" as Brian put it.

Paul and everyone left soon after we got back to get ready for their show. Brian had arranged for a car to bring Paul back to pick me up. I went back to the bathroom to get ready for tonight.