The "Girlfriend"

04. Fans and Insults

Author's Note: this chapter probably sucks. I had writers block for a while and it was hard to write this chapter but I hope you might possibly like it.

Victoria's P.O.V.

I watched tv and waited on Paul who was an hour late. I was snapped from my thoughts when the front door opened. I stood up and seen Paul standing by the front door.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes. You're late." I replied grabbing my things and walking out the door

"Sorry I was.... busy."

We made our way towards the elevator down the hall.

"Let's just get this over with." I rolled my eyes as we made our way into the elevator.

"What were you doing anyways?" I asked to keep us from an awkward silence.

"I had to see a friend." He answered in an annoyed tone.

"Who's this friend? You know we're not supposed to see other people."

"Why are ye so interested in what I'm doing? We're not actually dating so mind your own and I'll do the same." He snapped as we reached the first floor.

He stormed out of the elevator but soon stopped since we had to be seen together. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly as we made our way out the doors and into the car as Paul and I put on fake smiles.

It was a short ride to the show. We went in through the back to avoid the crowd. Paul grabbed my hand, interlocking our fingers as we made our way out of the car and into the arena. I let go as soon as the door shut.

"You're late!" I heard Brian shout as he made his way towards us.

"Apparently Paul is too busy to pick me up on time." I said, crossing my arms. Paul shot me a glare.

"Get ready for the show. We'll discuss this later." Brian stated turning to Paul. Paul nodded and walked off.

"You're coming with me. We need you to stand at the side of the stage so photographers will see you."

I followed Brian to down the long hallway as I heard the sound of screaming growing louder with each step I took. Soon we were standing by the stage. The arena full of screaming girls.

Paul, John, George, and Ringo soon came out of their dressing room. John and George had guitars in hand, Paul with his bass, and Ringo with his drum sticks.

"You're in my way." Paul said as he walked past me hitting me with his shoulder.

"Ouch." I replied, grabbing my shoulder. He shot me a glare in return before following behind the others. His expression soon changed when he was on stage.

When they walked onto the stage a roar of screams came from the crowd. Just when I thought it couldn't get any louder. I watched as they began playing "Twist and Shout".

I could just barely hear John's voice through the screams. He really did have an amazing voice. I watched each of them as they played.

I giggled at the way John was standing as he played. He sort of bounced along with the music. While George would tap along with his foot. Ringo would sort of bob his head as he played. He was such a sweetheart.

Then I watched Paul as he and George sang back up vocals. His head would shake while he was singing. It was cute actually. He looked so happy while he was performing. Wait, what am I saying? He's a complete arse. I hate him. He's rude, a cheater, and can't even follow one simple rule. I wonder who he went to see before he picked me up. It was probably one of the many girls he cheated on Jane with. I don't care if he was unhappy, it still doesn't give him the right to cheat. My thoughts were interrupted by Brian.

"Try to look happier for the cameras." He said, nodding to the small group of people standing near the stage.

I put on a fake smile as Brian continued to talk.

"Do you have any idea where Paul went before he picked you up?"

I shook my head. "He said he had to meet a friend."

"What friend?" Brian said raising an eyebrow.

"He didn't say. He just told me to mind my own." I said as I acted like I was having a good time.

"I need you to find out where he went. If I find out either of you break this contract then it won't be pretty."

"Paul is the one you have to worry about." I mumbled. I'm guessing Brian didn't hear me or he didn't care to respond.

Once the show was over I waited outside the dressing room for Paul so I could leave.

Moments later Paul stormed out of the room and turned to me.

"Are ye coming?"

"Do I have a choice?" I answered, rolling my eyes.

We walked towards the back exit of the arena. Paul grabbed my hand as we reached the door. He pushed it open as we were swarmed with flashing cameras and screams from fans.

We made our way through the crowd of girls screaming trying to make our way to the car waiting for us.

"Whore!" I heard someone scream into my ear as they yanked my hair pulling me toward the ground.

I squeezed my eyes closed as I waited to hit the ground. I opened my eyes when I felt an arm snake around my waist. I looked up to see Paul helping me up. He hurriedly helped me into the car and climbed in after me shutting the door.

"Are you ok?" He asked turning towards me.

"Thought you were going to mind your own?" I asked, grabbing the back of my head.

"I was trying to help." He replied sitting back in his seat. "You don't have to be so rude"

"You made it clear that you didn't care before so why bother now."

He stayed silent. "Exactly" I replied.

The rest of the ride to the hotel was silent. When we arrived, Paul grabbed my hand as the door opened. He helped me out the car as his arm snaked around my waist and he held me closer to him than usual.

Once we were inside he didn't let go until we were in the elevator.

"Victoria, I'm sorr-"

"Save it." I interrupted. "I'm just ready for these next 6 months to fly by." I rolled my eyes.

"Vicky please." I could see a smirk forming on his face.

"Don't call me that." I snapped, crossing my arms.

The elevator doors opened and I stormed down the hall and into our room. Paul followed closely behind, shutting the door behind him.

I walked into the bathroom and changed into my pajamas. I walked out and into the bedroom. I grabbed a pillow from the bed and a spare blanket out of the closet and through them at Paul as he walked into the room.

"You're sleeping on the couch." I said pointing to the living room. He nodded and walked off.

I turned around and moved the extra pillows from the bed when I felt a pair of arms around my waist. His bare chest against my back.

"If I can't call you Vicky, what can I call you?" His lips close to my skin. I froze for a moment before answering.

"You can call me Victoria. Now if I recall correctly you're sleeping on the couch." I pushed his arms away and climbed into the bed facing away from Paul. I heard his footsteps leave the room.

When I was on the edge of falling asleep, I felt a pair of arms come around me. I was too tired to protest and soon fell asleep.