From childhood neighbors to inseparable companions, John and Olivia's friendship seemed unbreakable. John never questioned their bond until an unexpected moment transformed his perception of Olivia from 'just a friend' to something much deeper. As t...
"What do you think?" Jürgen Vollmer, a friend of Paul and John's, handed John a small handheld mirror.
Jürgen was the same height as John and Paul, also had dark brown hair, was a fellow friend that they had met in Hamburg and had moved here to Paris to study photography. John and Paul had stopped by his hotel room on the Left Bank of Paris, begging him to cut their hair in the same mod-style Jürgen had.
John played with his new hair for a moment, wiping the hair to the side, then bringing them down, covering his forehead. A smile slowly appeared on his face, "If I grow a little moustache, I'd be Hitler."
Jürgen snickered as he took away the mirror from John, "Then you can kiss your dreams of fame goodbye."
John grinned, standing up from the chair he had been sitting on, turning to Paul, "What'd ya think, Paul? How do ya like yours?"
Paul stepped out of the bathroom, beaming in delight, "I like it!" He exclaimed, running his fingers through the hair in front of his forehead, "It's new, different... This'll be the new style."
He huffed at Paul's excitement, wondering what everyone would say back home, "I dunno 'bout that but ya know, what the hell," John snickered, pulling out a cigarette from the carton on the table.
"So," Jürgen began, cleaning up the bits of hair on the floor, "What brings you to Paris?"
Paul also grabbed a cigarette, receiving a light from John, "John got some bob from some relatives for his birthday and we decided to come here for holiday."
"I was plannin' on comin' here for holiday and since I'm a good lad and Macca's a good mate, I was kind enough to bring him along," he made a face at Paul, throwing a wink his way.
He shook his head at John, blowing his cigarette smoke in his face, "It's because I know a bit of... Français," Paul snorted but noticed John wasn't amused, "But hopefully we'll find Liv and she can do all the Français for us."
Jürgen shook his head, chuckling as he made his way back towards them, "Ah, visiting the model freundin I see?" He swiped his hands together, making sure there were no remnants of hair left on him, "She's very well known here in Paris. If you don't know where she resides, asking locals won't get you anywhere."
John wasn't sure if the status of their relationship to be honest. She would fly and visit him every three or four months at a time, whether he was in Hamburg or at home in Liverpool, staying for a few days, then flying back off to wherever she was needed. They weren't seeing each other exclusively since he was still getting his daily, if not weekly after show 'visits' with random girls, but she was always on his mind when he did. After receiving £100 for his 21st birthday, he thought this would be the opportune moment to surprise Olivia with a visit, bringing Paul to help him be his eyes during this trip.
"Ya brought the letter, didn't ya?" Paul's eyes glanced down at the newspaper on the table, then back at John.
John reached his hand inside the black leather jacket he had been wearing, pulling an envelope out of the pocket, "Right here," he turned the envelope over, his eyes studying the written address on the back of it, "Jürgen, do ya know where.. Square de Robiac is?"
"Very much so," he nodded with a wide smile on his face, "It's a thirty-minute walk from here, very near the Eiffel Tower."
Paul's eyes shifted to John, trying to contain his excitement, "So, what you're sayin' is she has a fab view of the Eiffel Tower?"
Jürgen nodded slowly, smiling his way, "Ja, very good."
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