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

Chapter 4

"Oh my God," I moaned as I rubbed the ice pack on my head. It was two in the afternoon, and I feel horrible. I really shouldn't have drank at all last night. I have never experienced drinking and having a hangover before, and I'm seriously regretting it all. I'm never touching another alcoholic drink in my life.

I still have no idea what happened last night; or how I even got home. When I woke up, my head was pumping, and I felt like every little noise was like a bell ringing from the inside of my head. I couldn't stand it. I think Paul took me home. Pretty sure he did. I remember someone was walking with me, then my heels broke.

After that, it all goes into a blur.

"Hello? Amber? Are you awake?" Paul softly knocked. Even his soft knocks and gentle voice felt like huge earthquakes.

I got up, probably looking like absolute trash. I was out of dress, and only in my undergarments. "Hold on, Paul I'll be there,"

"Okay."

I tried to speed walk as best I could to my dresser. I picked up a big sweatshirt that covered me up until my mid-thigh. My head felt like it was going to burst with every breath I take. I quickly put the ice bag back on my head then walked to the door.

"Hello, Paul. Nice of you to come and visit." I weakly smiled after I opened the door.

He smiled wider, "Oh I'm just checking up on you. You were very drunk last night, and I apologise for the guys, they didn't know that you don't drink,"

I shook my head, "It's uh, fine," I paused to cradle my head.

He narrowed his eyes, "No it's not. You have a hangover don't you? Oh my God, Amber, I'm so sorry,"

"No no, I'm fine. I do have a hangover, but I'm okay. It's not a big one...I don't think?" I looked up, wondering about it.

Paul bit the inside of his cheek, then spoke, "Maybe I should take care of you. John gets hangovers all the time, and I'm pretty experienced when caring for them." He suggested.

I can't let him take care of me, while looking like I crawled out of the sewer. I bet I smell of the putrid drink, too. If he takes care of me, he may think of me differently afterwards. I don't want to be remembered as "That Girl I Took Care Of When She Had A Hangover and Smelled Like Shit!"

No.

"Oh that's okay, Paul. Thank you for the offer, but I think I'll manage," I smiled as I started to shut the door.

He grabbed the door and pulled it back open, "I insist. You can barely walk for Heaven's sake! Just let me take care of you, Amber. I just want to make sure that you're okay,"

I sighed, "I'm fine really--" My head decided to attack me right after I said that. I winced, and cradled my head again, "Ooh," I moaned silently.

He walked himself in, and sorta held me as he led me to the sofa. He laid me down, holding the ice pack over my head, then running off to my kitchen.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Making you a tea," he said so casually.

By that point I didn't care. My head felt like it was going to explode any minute now. And besides, Paul only wants to help me out. There's no harm in that.

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"And this one time, Ringo and John went around to random people's houses, dressed like homeless men, asking for spare change. They ended up with a couple pounds after four hours of the nonsense!" Paul laughed as he told a story.

I laughed along with him, "That's insane!"

"It's what we do," he shrugged. He paused to take a breath and think. He finally met eyes with me, "How are you feeling, love?"

"Not as bad as earlier, but definitely bearable. The tea helped very much, thank you." I smiled.

He winked, "It was nothing,"

I got up to go put my tea cup into the sink to wash. Paul followed. I began scrubbing the cup, when I felt Paul playing with my hair.

"It's so long. And soft," he smirked.

"Thank you. But you must know that it could have woodland animals living in it right now," I joked.

After some pause, he replied, "I like forest animals,"

We both broke out laughing.

"You're so stupid, Paul," I rolled my eyes. The telephone rang, and I rushed to go get it.

I picked it up, and answered with a very cheerful, "Hello?"

"What have you been doing?!"

I cleared my throat, "Excuse me? Who am I speaking to?"

"It's Hugh!" Oh no, that's my boss, "Now why haven't you turned in anything?! It's been at least a month since I've gotten something from you! I would have expected this from Dan, but not you, Amber! I am so disappointed in you!" He ranted.

"But Hugh, I've been working on this really special piece that I have really high hopes for--"

"Well you can show another company your work from now on, Amber. I'm sorry to tell you that you've lost your job. There are other people who know not to waste time. Have a goodnight," he cut the line, and I hung up the phone in shock. Hugh was so nice and appreciative of me, and he all of a sudden fires me?!

"Amber, what's wrong?" Paul came walking in the room.

"I just got fired," I stuttered out.

Paul's eyes widened and he came closer with open arms. I gladly took his hug-offer because I needed a hug right now. This wasn't the Hugh that I knew. He would never do that to me. How could he even think of firing me? I'm his best writer! And I always will be! Who would even dare to take my position?

"What're you going to do now?" He asked.

I sighed, then shut my eyes to relax, "I don't know...Find a job I guess,"

He raised and eyebrow, "Hey, you can work for me! Be my assistant, then work your way up in time!" He seemed so proud of his idea.

"What would I work my way up to?"

"I dunno,"

I just needed a job at the moment, and I guess being Paul's assistant wouldn't hurt. It would get food on the table and a roof over my head for now. Whatever works.

"I'll take the job," I sighed out.

"Really? That's great! I'll talk to Brian, and we'll have this sorted out! I'll call you tomorrow and we'll have your schedule ready, okay?" He said as he walked towards the door.

I opened the door and walked him out, "Yeah that's fine." I forcefully smiled.

"Great! This is going to be your favourite job, I swear!" He laughed.

It became a little quiet, "Well, thank you again for helping me out in anyway possible! I really do appreciate it, Paul." I smiled.

"No problem! I'll see you tomorrow?" He pointed, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," I smiled. "Well, goodnight,"

"Goodnight," he smiled. Paul began to walk down the steps of the porch, when he turned around and kissed me.

"Now it's a goodnight," he smiled.

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