Here to Stay- Paul McCartney

Chapter Eleven- Hold Me Tight

The next day Paul insisted on taking me out shopping. We walked the streets of London window shopping until I saw a store with some lovely dresses in the window. I pulled Paul inside and we both looked around for clothes, Paul being the fashionista that he is. He picked out a few dresses for me to try on and I had some tops and pants to try on. I went into the dressing room and tried everything on while making a pile of what I was going to get and not going to get. I walked out of the dressing room and gave what I didn't want to Paul to put back and I went back to get what I planned on buying. Just as I was leaving the dressing room for the second time, I bumped into Cynthia as she was exiting a room a few doors down from mine. 

"Hi, Cynthia!" I called from behind her.

She instantly turned around and started charging towards me.

"HOW DARE YOU MAKE A MOVE ON MY HUSBAND!" She screamed in my face. Paul heard her yelling from the store and came running in the hallway where the dressing rooms were.

"Woah, Cyn! Calm down!" Paul tried to console her.

"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN WHEN THIS SLUT MADE A MOVE ON MY HUSBAND!" She retorted back in Paul's face.

"Cyn, John didn't tell you truth...again." Paul said disappointingly. 

"What do you mean?" Cynthia asked as she began to calm down.

I stepped up to Cynthia and placed my hands on her shoulders. "Cynthia, I didn't make a move on John and I never would have or will. You know why? Because you two are married and I will never be a homewrecker."

"Then what happened? John said that you made a move on him in the bathroom on the airplane?"

"Cyn," Paul began, "John made a move on Eden in the bathroom of the airplane."

"You've got to be kidding me? I can't take this anymore." Cynthia began to cry.

"Cynthia, I'm so sorry. Actually, the whole truth is that John made a move on me and I didn't stop him." I admitted and Paul put his arm around me.

"I forgave her, though, Cyn. There's no hard feelings between John and I, and in my opinion, you should forgive John this time. You know I punched him in the face, right?" Paul said.

"Really, Paul? I never expected that of you. Good though, he deserved it. Maybe that is punishment enough. John and I will be having a word when I get home though. He will learn to never lie again. You know why? His punishment will be no sex. For one week. I'm going to keep him under house arrest too so he won't go get a prostitute like he did in Germany."

"You go, Cynthia. You show him who is the boss!" I encouraged.

"Well, I best be off! Time to go give Johnny boy his punishment!" She laughed and went up to the register to pay for her things. Paul and I followed and soon we were on our way home.

We arrived at Paul's home shortly and I went to put my things away while Paul sat on the couch. When I came back downstairs, I sat beside Paul and snuggled up to him.

"Well, that was surely interesting." I said.

"Yes it was. Love, can you tell me more about the future?" Paul asked me.

"I guess, but I'm not telling you anything about your career because I don't want to screw anything up. No song titles or anything."

"Darn, that's what I wanted to know, but I guess you being here could change things so, let's start somewhere else. Are the lads and I still living in the year you came from?"

I shuffled nervously but then I thought of something. "Paul! I know why I'm here! I have to stay here and I can never leave!"

"I don't want you to, love, ever. Now why are you all excited?"

"John and George are dead in the year I'm from! I can stop it though! I can prevent everything!"

"Oh my, what happens to them?" Paul started tearing up.

"John gets murdered on December 8th, 1980 in New York! We just can't let him be there on that date!"

"Great idea, love!"

"Yes, it is. You just have to promise me that no matter what, you and John will still be the best of friends and will stay in touch as long as you both shall live."

"I will, love, I will. I'm sensing that something happens with the band later on?"

"Yes, but I won't tell you."

"Well, what about George?"

"Call him right now and tell him to never pick up another cigarette! He dies from lung cancer in 2001."

Paul immediately picked up the phone and called George. I heard George pick up and Paul started  screaming, "George! NEVER SMOKE A CIGARETTE AGAIN! PLEASE I BEG OF YOU!"

"Paul? What's gotten into you?"

"George, please, they will kill you one day!"

"How do you know that, smarty pants?"

"George! Please! I will tell you tomorrow! But promise me right now that you will never smoke again!"

"Fine, Paul. Whatever you say! But, you have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow!"

Paul hung up the phone and looked at me smiling. He then saw the expression on my face.

"We're going to have to tell everyone where I'm from now, you realize that."

Paul made an "O" shape with his mouth. "I'm sorry, love. I just really care about my friends."

"I know you do and I don't mind, and it would be in my interest to tell them anyways because sometimes I forget that I'm in 1964 and the way I talk doesn't sound right. I'm ready to stop the strange glances."

Paul wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him. He laid us down on the couch and grabbed a blanket from the basket under the coffee table. He kissed my head and I laid my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Now the real question, what happens to us?"

"I don't have the slightest idea, but I hope you hold me tight forever." I said.

Paul and I fell asleep in each other's arms and slept peacefully throughout the night.