The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

I Will (Chapter 13)

I wake up as the sun shines through the window and groan. I don't want this day to start. I want to stay in my bed and sleep forever...

I turn over to see Paul fast asleep, his long eyelashes playing on his cheeks as I smile. He's so cute.

I undress, stepping in the shower and washing myself. I think of Paul and George, how handsome they're both going to look in their suits and smile. I step out and dry myself, putting on my pyjamas again as Paul wakes up.

"Good morning, my love." Paul says, sitting up and wrapping his arms around me as I comb my hair.

"Good morning, James. Today's the day, huh?"

Paul nods his head and starts to kiss my neck. I feel my cheeks heat up as he smiles into it. 

"So it is." 

John walks into our room quickly and I quickly stiffen. 

"John, don't you have manners?" Paul says, looking at John as he keeps his hold on me.

"I do."

Paul scowls. "What is it?"

"Cynthia wants to do Carol's hair and make up and insists you do not see her until its over."

Paul rolls his eyes and let's me go. He turns to me and whispers.

"I got a hotel room for just the two of us tonight."

I shiver. "Really?"

He nods and kisses me quickly. 

"Now Carol, you can't see Macca until the wedding. That's the rule." John says, rubbing my combed hair as I walk into his room. Cynthia is there with a big smile. She's very beautiful, and I wonder if I could be that beautiful too.

"Julian is with Ringo so I can have full attention on you." Cynthia says, patting down a chair for me. I sit, not knowing what's to happen as she gets out a box.

"Now, I'm going to do your hair first so that your face is clear for make up."

I nod as Cynthia starts to comb my brown hair, gently and softly.

"You must be excited, Carol." Cynthia says, parting my hair.

"I suppose so. How was your wedding?"

"Just a small one, only friends and family came. Yours is going to have photographers and reporters."

"It is?" I say, not knowing that.

"It is." Cynthia says, putting part of my hair up.

I look down. Paul didn't mention that but I suppose I should have guessed it. This wedding is for the papers.

"One more word about Carol in these papers and I'm going to flip, Cyn." A voice says, walking in. I look up to see George's face, surprised to see me.

"Carol, I didn't know-"

"What do the papers say?" I ask, wanting to know. George furrows his eyebrows a bit as he looks at me.

"These silly birds keep making up rumours about you, and I'm tired of it." He says, handing me a paper as I flip through it. Pictures of Paul and I come out, and I stare. I didn't even know we were being watched. I flip two another page and see George and I at the fountain, him lying down and me smiling. This must have been when I gave him the strawberry scent.

"Carol the cheater? Don't trust Paul's new wife to be? What is this?" I say, getting upset as Cynthia urges me to stay put as she continues to do my hair.

"I didn't want to tell you, but I suppose you would have found out anyways. The reporters are always trying to cause drama. Don't believe them, that's what they want." George says, sitting down on the bed beside me.

"Who even needs this? These people just want to put me down. They're vicious." I say, as I hear Paul and John laugh about something across the hallway.

"All done." Cynthia says, showing me a mirror as George smiles.

"Its beautiful, Cyn." I say, touching my hair lightly as George takes the mirror from me.

"I can do her make up, Cyn. You go have a nice cup of coffee and get ready yourself in my room."

"You sure?" Cynthia says, a bit doubtful of George, but George smiles and assures her as he leads her out the door.

"You can do make up?" I ask, as George closes the door and sits on a chair opposite of me with some in his hands.

"Well, my sister and Pattie taught me a few things, so you know." George says, starting to apply foundation. I'm lucky Cynthia and I are the same skin tone.

"I don't know if I can trust you." I laugh as George moves his chair up to me.

"What's not to trust? I'm George Harrison - expert make up artist."

I giggle as he applies blush and eye shadow. My eyes are closed and my mind is racing.  I rely on my other senses as I smell his strawberry fragrance, and hear his breath softly near my ear. He must be really close.

"Don't open your eyes, now. Stay closed."

I nod as he applies mascara on me, making me wince. He's going to hard and I grip his hand instinctively. I hear him smile and hold it back.

"Just relax. I'll go softer."

He relaxes and applies it, finishing it off and telling me to open my eyes. I do and I see him smile warmly.

"Beautiful. Now, for the finishing touch. The lipstick."

I bite my lip and pucker my lips as George reaches for the red lipstick.

"Now, relax your lips." George says, his rough accent a whisper now as I relax them. He applies something to my lips and smiles when he finishes it.

"Alright, you're all done. Now, for the dress." George says, reaching into Cynthia's closet for the dress. Its beautiful, and I'm glad I have such a great taste in fashion.

"Here." George lays the dress down on the bed softly as he cleans up.

"I won't look."

I nod and undress, slipping on the dress as I feel like a princess. I twirl around and laugh.

"I feel so beautiful." I say, smiling and closing my eyes in delight.

"You are beautiful." George says, as I open my eyes to see him looking at me warmly.

"I'll go tell Paul to leave now so he doesn't see." George says immediately, hiding his face from as I see it turn red.

I look into the mirror as I hear Paul and John walk out the door. I look beautiful and I'm happy. I really am.

"Alright, let's go Carol. We don't want to miss the wedding." Cynthia says, walking in. She's wearing a blue dress. Her hair is up into a bun. 

"Oh my, you look beautiful, Carol." Cynthia says, hugging me gently as I hug back.

"So do you, my maid of honour." I say, smiling and kissing her cheek.

Cynthia becomes bashful and takes my hand.

"Let's go, they're already there by now."

Sitting in the car, and looking outside the window, I think about what my life is going to be like from now on. 

I hope it's for the better.