May 27th 1967
Amelia woke the next morning due to the harsh ray of sunlight seeping through the window. Spring in the States was unlike London and she couldn't quite put her finger on why. She sat up gently, to take in her surroundings, and noticed she was in a rather large bed that seemed only fitting for a rather large house. Amelia soon recollected that Paul had taken her back to his to show her the new property but quickly collapsed into a deep, slightly alcohol induced, sleep. In front of her was a window so large that the wall may well have been made entirely of glass, looking out to the city in front.
"Slept well, love?" Paul chirped with a cup of coffee in each hand.
"Wonderful, thank you" She said taking the hot beverage as he clambered back under the covers with her retaining the warmth.
Amelia took a small sip, letting it run through her body, before making light conversation.
"That's a stunning view you've chosen" She said not taking her eyes off it.
"It is indeed, it was the main reason I bought this place really" He said looking out too.
Amelia noticed the close proximity they were sat in and placed her head carefully on his shoulder, relaxing into the bliss of being back with her former partner.
"What's going on with us, Paul?" She sighed almost dreamily.
"Well do we need to make it official again?" He asked in return "I assume we are back together, aren't we?".
She hesitated. "Of course, I just didn't know if you were completely ready yet" she said still looking at the view of the sunrise.
"Oh Lia," He said readjusting his position "I'm always ready" and wrapped his arm around her and looked deep into her eyes.
Amelia took a few minutes to recollect her thoughts. They spoke in a light tone and low volume, almost a whisper but not entirely. It was a nice sort of sound, she thought. Sometimes talking seemed too harsh.
"How long are you staying here?" She asked him, now three quarters of the way through her coffee.
"Good question," He said rubbing his stubble "I hadn't planned when I am going back but I need to be in London relatively soon".
"Is that for the film and record?" She wondered looking at him.
"Yes" he replied stroking her arm gently.
She sat up finishing the last of her drink, "Well, I'm leaving in" and checked her watch "approximately four hours".
Amelia clambered out of the bed, smoothing down her clothes from the previous night, and made her way to the bathroom.
"Are you being serious?" Paul said following her and popping his head around the doorframe.
"Yes" She said mid way through washing her face.
She then made her way to the door where she had left her bag and opened it preparing to leave.
"You can't just leave now!" Paul exclaimed jumping in front of her blocking her way wearing only his underwear.
"Why not? I'd rather not be late for my flight thank you" She said trying to squeeze past his side.
"You have four hours Lia" he said groaning.
Amelia sighed rubbing her temples "at least let me change?" She asked.
Paul's frown quickly transformed into a smirk as he grabbed her from the waist and hugged her as tight as he could.
"Thank you" He said into her thick hair, slightly muffled.
"No problem" she said slightly gasping for air "you will have to let go of me though" and laughed.
Paul finally released her, putting on some trousers and a plain buttoned shirt before leaving for her hotel.
The morning was bright from the American sun yet a hint of cold was still clear in the air. It was a nice walk considering the distance from his abode to hers. It was almost lunchtime and Amelia had grown a rather large appetite since she hadn't had breakfast yet. Paul suggested a diner he knew on the way to the hotel but she insisted on changing into some fresh clothes first. She changed quickly and packed he suit case at the same time. After a spritz of perfume Amelia ran down corridor, interlocked her fingers with Paul's and rushed down the street to find some breakfast.
They walked back to the diner and waltz in together. The two were so totally immersed with each other that they didn't take into account the thought of being recognised. Fortunately, the place was rather sparse and only one other couple were sat there. A waitress turned around with two menus: it was as if she knew they were going to arrive. For a minute she froze but relaxed and placed on her professional mask.
"Welcome to The Dock. Do you have a reservation?" She asked sweetly in her slick American accent. Her hair was up in a high pony tail and curled naturally at the ends.
"No sorry, we are just coming for a bite to eat" he replied with his British speak accentuated against hers.
She alternated her gaze between Amelia and Paul as she spoke, slightly baffled that they were standing before her.
"Yes of course. Please follow me".
She lead the pair to a booth near the back by the window so that they could look out onto the street. They sat down, almost in sync, as the waitress took out a pad and pen.
"My name is Bethany, and I'll be serving you two today. What drinks would you like?" She asked smiling.
"I'll just have some water, please" Amelia replied politely.
"A coke for me, thanks" Paul said.
Just before she left with their orders she turned back around.
"I love your music by the way" she said to Paul and skipped away back to the kitchen.
The two caught eyes with each other and smirked.
"She seems rather pleased" Amelia smiled then looked at the menu.
"Indeed" he said widening his eyes.
It was the classic American diner. Full of burgers, fries and milkshakes. Amelia was really stuck for choice and honestly felt she could order everything and would still be hungry. But when they finally decided, she realised she was going to be there for a while. Paul seemed to have ordered a large amount of food between them.
"Paul I'm never going to get home at this rate!" She exasperated slightly and took a large bite from her burger.
"I know," he said mouth full and quite animal-like "that's the point".
Amelia sighed and shook her head as he laughed to himself.
"I know what you're doing" she said whilst chewing, knowing full well that she was being unladylike.
A smile crept onto her face. He really did want her to stay with him forever, but she couldn't. She needed to get back home to publish the news that the public were dying for. This was going to be a huge break for The Beatles, considering it's their first album since they had quit touring. Amelia's column was only going to cause more speculation about her involvement and their relationship too. It was all about publicity which she was attempting to revert. She was hoping that she could draw the focus back to the music, which is what mattered most in her opinion.
For a few minutes they ate in a comfortable silence, considering each other's presence. Every few moments or so Paul would flick up to check if she was looking at him, but never caught her at the right time. They continued their meal for a few more hours before making their way back to Amelia's hotel to collect her belongings.
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