And I Love Her (Paul McCartney) (COMPLETE)

Chapter 7

I stare at Paul in near-disbelief. How did Jonathan even know where we were? Or who I was with?
Paul starts to breath quickly and heavily in panic. "Paul, don't even think about panicking. I want to enjoy my time in Paris. If we have to get the boys to pay extra attention to us while we're here, so be it. I just want to have  nice time with you here. I don't want to worry and I know you don't, either. So just calm down and I'll help you unpack. Sound okay?" I reach up and put my hand on his cheek.
"Yeah, yeah thanks." He touches the wrist who's hand is on his cheek. "Let's go unpack your stuff." I take his hand in mine and lead him back into our room, where his suitcases lie unpacked.
For the next 10 minutes I help Paul unpack all his stuff and we end up cuddled together on the bed.
"I think Roger is going to call up when Asher and Julianne are ready and I think he is taking his girlfriend Alayna, too."
"Okay. When do you think he will call up?"
"Well, it's 6:30 now, we eat at 7 so right about-" he is cut off by the phone ringing. "Now." He gets up to answer it while I get up to change into my favorite dress that Katherine owned.
It is a dark purple with glitter everywhere and it has a shiny lavender bow tied around to the front. It flows all the way down to my feet without flaring outward, but just falling straight down. The sleeves are cut down to the elbows, but at mid-humorous it gathers into a point that points on the outside of my arm. I hear Paul talking and then the phone clicks back into its cradle and he strolls back in.
"We are going to meet the other four down in the lobby. I just need to change into a suit first."
"Alright. I'm gonna put my hair up and meet you in the living room."
"Okay." I walk into the bathroom and grab my hair brush and a clip to put it hair up in a scrappy kind of way, but still neat, with twists and ties here and there, finished off with a single jewel right above my left ear.
As I wait in the living room, I take in the beautiful surroundings. The entire main area is collaborated into one big room, being able to see the kitchen from the living room, the dining room from the kitchen, etc. Each area has a different smell, but are all beautiful smells. The kitchen smells of key lime pie, the living room of sweet perfume and roses, the dining room of roses, the bathrooms of light lavender and vanilla, and the bedrooms of a kind of sweet amber perfume and light roses. There are roses everywhere.
"Ready?" Paul walks out in a nice suit with a rose in the breast pocket, which he must have cut from one of the vases in our room. He is also wearing his Beatle Boots and I am wearing flats, in case we had to run anywhere for some reason.
"Yeah, let's go." He takes my hand and we walk out to the foyer, which is a small, brightly lit, decorated room that separates the double French doors to our suite and the elevator doors. He pushes the down button and it immediately opens, revealing a sharp looking Roger and a redhead standing next to him, about the same height.
"Ah, we were just coming to get you. Paul, Casady, this is my girlfriend Alayna." He looks toward Alayna and she holds her hand out for me to shake and Paul to lightly kiss the knuckles of it.
"Its so cool to be meeting Paul McCartney, finally." Alayna's voice is high, and it goes perfectly with her big green eyes and adorable smile. She sounds almost annoyed at her boyfriend and she looks at him accusingly.
"Sorry, but we are almost sworn to secrecy." Roger defends himself.
"Yeah, they kind of are. Sorry about that, dear." Paul reassures the young redhead. She looks to be about 16, but Roger is 17 so it's alright.
Paul and I step into the elevator and I stand by Roger. I lean over to him and whisper in his ear, "nice." I trail out the word longer and he stifles a laugh. The doors close and quickly take the four of us down and into the lobby, where Asher is standing next to a girl with dark brown, almost black, hair and dark eyes. She is wearing a black dress as well.
"There you are!" Asher calls with a smile and the girl also turns to us. "My, my, Casady you look great."
"Watch it." Paul and the dark haired girl both say in unison. I blush slightly and bite my life to stifle a laugh.
"Casady, this is my fianceé Julianne. Julianne, Casady."
"Lovely to meet you." She smiles a bright smile and I do the same.
"Should we go then?" Paul asks. The rest of us agree and start to walk out. Once we are outside, Paul turns to the rest of the group. "You guys go on together. I need to talk to Casady."
The other four nod and continue to walk faster and us slower, so we get further behind them.
"Paul, I can't imagine how much this all cost you."
"Don't even worry about it. Being a musician, or better yet a Beatle, has a lot of upsides to it. Hence, money." He rubs his fingers together to symbolize money and I laugh, holding his hand tighter.
"I love it here- oh my God!" I look ahead of me just as the Eiffel Tower lights up just as the sun hides beneath the horizon. It is an unusually warm night for November, but no complaining is intended.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
"Yeah."
"Just like you." I blush at his comment and we continue to walk under the tower (Yeah, that's how close they are).
"Mr. McCartney?" A young man with the thick French accent greets him. Paul nods.
"Yes, sir."
"Right zis vay." He leads us all the way to restaurant on the second tier of the great French tower. He seats us, gives us both leather-covered menus, bows, and walks away. Our table is on the other side, I a more private area, with only a few other couples sitting at tables further away from us. I notice a small bronze sign on the middle of the table with Reserved written in French.
"Je t'aime, Paul McCartney." (I love, English translation)
"Je t'aime, Casady, Mason." He leans over the table and kisses me tenderly. When he sits back down, a waitress comes by with a bottle of Barbra d'Asti champagne and two champagne flutes. She swiftly pops it open and gently but quickly. Paul and I watched as the young brunette woman elegantly poured the champagne into two flutes, winked at Paul, bowed slightly, and left.
"Paul did you even know that this is my favorite kind of champagne?"
"Actually no. But it is my favorite as well, so I was going to introduce you to it. I guess I don't have to do that now."
We both pick up a flute and he holds his up. "To us and you, the most beautiful woman I know."
"To us and you, the most amazing man I know." We exchange cheers and clink the glasses together. When I sip the champagne, the cool, fizzy liquid trails beautifully down my throat and I sigh. Paul does the same.
We talk for a few minutes about whatever when the brunette waitress comes back with a notepad.
"What would you like for your entree?" She asks in French.
(French speaking)
"I'll have Salmon Coulibiac." Paul replies.
"For you miss?"
"I'll have the same." I smile at her. She is very young and short, looking to be only 17 or so.
"I will be back momentarily." She says sweetly, bows slightly, and hurries away once again. The night is warm, it is calm and there is a small trio consisting of a female flutist, a male violinist, and another female cellist playing in a corner to enhance the romantic mood that Paris naturally brings.
(English speaking)
"God, it is absolutely beautiful out here tonight." I stare at the bright stars that make up the pitch black sky.
"Its almost as beautiful as you." Paul's comment makes me blush and he strokes my cheek with his calloused fingertips. A beautiful feeling spreads throughout my body and I lean into his touch until his hand is cupping my cheek. I bring my hand up to his and link my fingers to his from the outside, his hand not leaving my cheek. He leans forward and briefly brushes his lips against mine before leaning back into his chair.
"You always kiss me at the most unusual times and the most unusual ways."
"Better gets used to that." He smirks as the waitress comes back up and puts our plates down in front of us, bows, and hurries off, just like every other time. On the plate is a freshly cooked salmon that is drenched in a white-ish cheese, a spoonful of peas resting atop it, and even little pieces of basil on top of everything. It looks perfect to go with the Asti.
"Bon appetit, Madame Casady."
"Bon appetit, Monsieur James." He rolls his eyes at the use of his first name, but shrugs it off and takes a bite off the tender meat.
(Sorry, um in this Paul isn't a vegetarian, but I don't even know when he became one anyway so sorry if I'm wrong.)
"That was so good." After we finished, we went to the very top tier to look out over the city at the best time of the night, when the sun is setting and the street lights start to illuminate every path.
"Yeah it was. You liking Paris for the first day?"
"Absolutely. It's far better than I ever I imagined." I tell him without breaking my gaze from the skyline. It got colder after we ate so Paul gave up his jacket for me, even though I refused numerous times. Unfortunately, that turned into a minor playful fight.
"Paul, you're gonna get cold. You're gonna catch a cold."
"Don't worry about me, Casady. Men are stronger than women, sometimes." He said the last part quietly so I didn't hear it.
"What do you mean?" I shriek.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that." He puts his hands up and back away with a smile on his face.
"Well then, how did you mean it?" I cross my arms and arch my eyebrow up.
"I meant that guys are more immune to sickness from the cold or whatever. I didn't mean exactly what I said."
"What. Ever." I lightly smack his arm. He takes the coat that he held in his other hand and put it over my shoulders, the warmth from his body that coated the inside of the coat transmitting to my cold body.
"I'm so glad you like it. I'm really just glad that I met you."
"I know, you tell me every day. And I'm glad I met you too." He puts his arm around my shoulders and kisses my hair. I put my head in the crook of his neck and we both stare out unto the skyline.
A few hours later, we are walking back to the hotel with Asher, Roger, Alayna, and Julianne after being up on the Eiffel. Roger and Alayna ate at Roger's favorite restaurant towards the middle of the city while Asher and Julianne ate on the other side of  the Eiffel, where we were, but in the more crowded area, given where we were was more secluded.
"I'm really tired, Roggie." Alayna complained, leaning into Roger's slightly taller figure than hers.
"Alright, love. We'll see you guys tomorrow sometime." Roger turned to us and we all nodded and said goodbyes. They turned onto a street of houses all connected, where Alayna lives. We watched them until they disappeared through the door.
"My house is up here. We might see you tomorrow." Asher pointed toward a decently big house.
"Yeah, see ya." Paul clapped his friend on the shoulder and they headed toward the house, leaving Paul and I alone once again.
"I'm already tired considering the plane ride and everything. You?" I turn toward Paul and clutch his hand a bit tighter.
"Yeah, I'm exhausted. Good thing our hotel is right here."
"God, the other two live close to where we are."
"It's actually their girlfriends' houses. Rog and Asher are both from London. Roger actually lives in Norfolk."
"Ah, yeah, I think he told me that at one point."
"Yeah." We walk in silence into the lobby and up to the 24th floor, where it opens onto the foyer and the French doors. Paul opens it with a key and the rosy smell punches me in the face once again.
After we undress we lay in bed, talking nonsense while I am curled up in Paul's arms and my arm is draped over his bare stomach.
"How does Jonathan know?" I ask out of nowhere.
"What?"
"How does he know I am with you? Or where we are?"
"I don't know. But I do know one thing."
"What?" I lift my head off his chest.
"He's connected to Rose in some way. She came by the studio the other day as I was leaving. I said something about Paris but I didn't say I was going there. She probably just made the assumption that I was."
"Did you say anything about me and you?"
"No, but she already knows, remember?"
"Oh... yeah."
"All I know right now is that we have to be careful with what we do and where we go and stuff. I have this weird feeling that they are near or something."
"We just have to be careful."