P.S. I Love You

Chapter 8

"Remember that promise ring I gave you?"
I nodded thinking about the time Paul and I were playing around in his room and out of nowhere he gave me this beautiful promise ring, but then I remembered that I did not have it.  He took it from me.
"Well, I've brought it back for you."
He opened a little red velvet box and inside sat the gorgeous promise ring that I had missed all those years.
"Amelia, take this, for I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and one of these days, I promise, I will ask you to marry me."
I giggled in between tears.
"I love you so much James."
He quickly hugged me at the waist and whispered something in my ear.
"Call me Paul please."
I chuckled as I thought about how much it annoyed him when I called him James.
"Okay, James."
He chuckled.
"Ah, let's see what records Melia has!" Paul exclaimed as he moved his attention from me to the record shelf.  His fingers glided along all the records until he found his "record of choice".
"Buddy Holly's good right?" 
I glared at him.
"When is Buddy Holly not good?"
He laughed as he put the record on the record player.
"What do you want to do the rest of the day, I mean it's only..." He looked over at the clock on the other side of the room. "It's only 11.  The day is still young."

His hands were planted on my waist.

"We could go do some touristy things." 
He agreed with me and grabbed my hand.  
Just as we were about to leave, my phone rang.
"I'll go get it."
I walked over to the other side of the room and picked up the light pink phone.
"Is Paul there?" Brian asked his voice sounding irritated.
"Um, yes.  Would you like to talk to him."
I could tell he was mad when he growled "yes" at me.
"Yes?" Paul said into the phone.
Paul's facial expression went from a neutral expression to a look of anger/sadness.
"Okay Brian, Okay-"
"Yes I know Brian.  See you later."
He hung up the phone with a loud slam.
"I've got to go back to London."
I shook my head.
"When?"
He bit his bottom lip.  His hazel eyes dropped a little and he looked almost older.
"Right now."
I gasped a little, surprised about how Brian would demand Paul to be there like that.
"I don't want you to leave.  You just got here."
"I have an idea! Why don't you come visit London for a little.  We could also make a day trip to Liverpool."
I nodded.
"I would love to, I just don't, uh, I don't really-"
He placed a hand on my back.
"I'll pay for it, that's what I should do as a good boyfriend."
"I couldn't let you-" I started.  
His pointer finger rested on my lips
"Sh.  Go pack a bag.  About a weeks worth of clothes."
I nodded obediently and skipped into my bedroom.

"It's so dreary here." I said as I looked out the window of the can while we were driving to Paul's house.
"Hasn't always been?" He retorted.
We landed in London about an hour ago and now were headed to Paul's house, a quaint little house about 5 miles away from the airport.
"Yes." I stated as I fiddled with the loops on my rain coat.
"Now I'm going to have to be quick at the house.  I'll probably come in with you make sure you are alright, got everything you need, and then I'm going to leave to go to the studio.  Unless you wanted to come with me, but I kind of assumed you didn't."
I shook my head.
"I'll come.  I'd love to see the boys."
"Are you sure? You seem tired."
"No, no.  It'll be fun.  We could go to a tavern after." 
Paul cocked his perfectly tweezed eyebrow.
"Are you sure?"
I nodded.  
"Never been more sure in my life."
"Ok.  If you say so."
The car pulled up to his driveway.  He lived in a quaint little house that looked like a house a small family might live in.
"This house is very cute!" I stated as I ran up to it.
Paul ran behind.  He wrapped his arms around my waist.  
"Well you could be living here one of these days."
I giggled. 
"I would love too."
Paul rummaged through his pocket to pull out his keys, which had a key chain on them.
"Is that key chain I gave you five years ago?"
He chuckled.
"It's never left this key ring."
I smiled.
The door opened and I placed my stuff gently by the door.
"You ready?" He asked.
"Mhm." I stated as I grabbed his hand and headed to the car.

We arrived at the studio about 5 minutes later than he expected but it wasn't bad since the boys had not yet started playing.
"Amelia!" Ringo exclaimed.
John and George's head swiveled, then they yelled too.
"Hello Amelia!" George stated as he extended his arms.
I wrapped myself in him.  He smelled like expensive cologne and cigarette smoke, just like the other three boys.
"I'm going for a smoke who's in?" Paul asked as he grasped the door handle.
George and Ringo joined him.
The room was quiet.  It was just John and I.  
"Amelia-"
"John, I don't need excuses."
"Hear me out Amelia."
"What? You kissed me and there is nothing else to it."
He took a deep breath.
"I love you Amelia Jean Witherell" John whispered.

I turned around and to my suprise Paul stood right at the door, his fists balled up.

"You'll regret this Lennon." Paul hissed