In My Life, I Love You More (The Beatles)

Chapter 3

It was Saturday night, and the party starts in 2 hours. I had my hair curled from the curlers in my hair, and wore a simple black dress that wasn't too high and too long. Right about under the knee. As I was doing my makeup, I heard another familiar knock at my door. I finished my last tweaks needed to be made, and ran to the door.

"I'm coming!"

I ran down the stairs, and to the front door. I opened it, only to see a very nicely dressed Paul.

"Hello, Paul," I opened the screen door, and shook his hand casually, he kind of hesitated, though.

"Uh, hello, Amber. I wanted to know if you were still coming, and then I saw your appearance, in which you look amazing, and assumed that you still are. But if you have any other plans, I underst-"

"I'm still going, if that's fine with you," I smiled. His face was starting to warm up to me. He's such a good guy.

He's going to get in the way of your writing! Don't start with the crushes again...

"Yeah! Of course! I was just wondering because of what happened the other day, and I thought you felt awkward and I-"

I hushed him, "I'll be there in 2 hours, okay?" I smiled.

He smiled, and began walking down the stairs of my porch, still facing me. He missed a step and fell to the dirt. I couldn't help but laugh.

He got up, chuckling some, "I guess I have to go change now,"

I nodded, "Yeah, I think so," and laughed a little again, "See you soon, Paul, alright?"

He smiled, his face red with embarrassment. He walked back to his flat, and I walked back to mine.

*

About three hours had gone by, and I hadn't realised the time. If Paul found out I was late, he'd be upset with me. I rushed over to his home, and waited in the long line of people trying to get in.

I waited in line, making sure that Paul didn't notice my late arrival.

"Name," The guard in front of the door asked me.

I cleared my throat, "Amber. Amber Valene."

He flipped through the list, and scanned the names, and put his finger down on my name.

"All I have here is Amber. Not an Amber Valene. Is that you?" He raised an eyebrow.

Just then, Paul appeared out the front door, "Ah, there you are!" He smiled. "She's with me," he said to the door guard. He took my hand and brought me inside.

The place was already very crowded, and the music was loud. I recognised many people from movies and TV shows, but I was still being walked in by Paul, so I didn't get a chance to say hi. It felt stuffy in the main living area, because that's where everyone was at. Paul kept walking, holding me in tow. We finally stopped in his kitchen. It was silent and empty; And now, very awkward for me.

I felt horrible that he found me late and not here. I should have been the first one here since my flat is ten-feet away from his. I know I should have never agreed to coming. I'm never late to anything! I was just so lost into my writing, and-

"So why were you late?" Paul asked kindly, as we sat down on his dining table. His words released me out of my thoughts.

I cleared my throat again, "Uh, my hair, was fizzing out, and I had to fix it all up-"

"Lose track of time?" He said while bending down to grab a wine bottle. He poured a glass for himself, and offered me some.

"Oh, no thank you. I don't drink," I waved my hands.