The Beatles(complete)

~CHAPTER 4~

The next day I felt incredibly sick and just felt like dying! George walked into my room as he heard me moan to feel of pain in my stomach.
"Are you okay, doll?" He asked briskly but confused at the same time.

He walked over to my bed where I had my head burried in my knees. He placed his arm round my shoulders and pulled me in.

"I feel sick." I explained looking up with blood shot eyes.

"You will, darling. You've just had the shit beaten out of ya!" He cocked an eyebrow then started swinging punches in the air around.

I looked up and then smiled but a frown over took my face not that long after. Feorge tilted his head a bit confused.

"Sup?"

"Paul-" I started with a face of shock. "I was ment to meet him today."

I quickly stood up and he smiled.

"Must be time for you to get changed then?" He laughed. "I'll give Paul a little tinkle and leave you to it." As he looked up to walked out I took my top off without thinking George was still there.

"Shit! Sorry!" I ragged my other top off my bed and quickly slipped it on. Me and George started blushing! But obviously this was a good time for him to create a not so funny comical joke.

"Luky you had your bra on Samatha!" I laughed and let out a large pig snort! Then covered his mouth quite quick and walked out smirking under his breath.

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I was waiting for Paul outside the parlor for quite along time. I started to think he wasn't coming or George forgot to ring him up! But two minutes later he came walking over, with a large smile and his big dough eyes completed his look.

"Hello."

"Hi, Julie."

I blushed to the new nickname he just called me.

"All moneys on me today, chicky, and the food is paged by me! So what y want?" He pulled his purse out of his back pocket.

"Fans?"

"I don't think I want to pay for anymore of them! I have enough already." Paul laughed.

"Fans!" I repeated pointing behind him to a group of about six girls. He turned and looked behind,

"I didn't even need to pay!" He rolled his eyes and sighed; then looked back round at me and laced his fingers with mine. "Egnore em lets get some ice cream. Nice day for it as well?"

I nodded and smiled back at him. Wanting to turn around and see how far away the an girls were.

"Julia is fat! Paul deserves better then that tarted up bastard."

I felt tears roll down my face. I started to shake slightly to the hurtful words rolling out that girls mouth.

Paul opened the door for me to walk in. He nodded in kissed my cheek. At this exact moment that didn't help, one bit!

"Bitch!" One shouted as Paul shut the door tightly behind him.

"The need to get to know what a lovely human, kind, caring and all that shiznit!"

We both laughed as I drew him into a kiss. Then pulled away.

"What do you want?"

"Chocolate cone." I replied.

"You read my mine, darlin'."

I sat down and Paul went to order the chocolate cones for us both.

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We were walking back when he asked if I wanted to stay at his and Ringo's for the night? I smiled.

"Come with me back to mine and I'll tell George I'm staying a night with you."

It was around eight at night and we got back to Paul and Rings. The door was locked! Not surprising as Richard does have anxiety!

Paul knocked several times. Then he looked through the eye piece then answered to my knock.

"Oh, Paul?" He laughed. "Sorry you know I don't like being alone and remember that's a secret between me you and George!"

"And now Julia?" Paul laughed and turned to me. "Please don't tell anyone."

"Cross my heart." I explained.

"I didn't notice you there, Jule." Ringo put his left hand out to me. I pulled my hand out from behind my back and placed it onto his, confused. He kissed the top of my hand?

"Come on Ritchie?" Paul shrugged annoyed. "C'mon Julie."

"Is she in your room, Paul?" Ringo asked raising an eyebrow.

"No-" Paul shot back sarcastically.

"Ha! Funny."

Paul held my hand; smiled at Ringo.

"I'll show her my room. Got any food goin' on?"

"Didn't get back in time." He smiled annoyed back at Paul then walked into the main living space and turned the television on quietly.

Paul took me upstairs by the hand tightly. He opened the door to the gloomy dark room and I walked in. McCartney told me this was his room. Wait? This semt to fermilier to me. I sat down on the bed. Wait? This reminds me of the first time I met Paul? Fuck!

He sat down next to me and coiled his arm round my waist. I noticed the door wasn't locked! Oh so nothing bad is going to happen. I felt that bit me satisfied.

"I like my new room." Was the random question he asked as he turned and winked at me.

"I like mine as well." I placed my head on his shoulder. His figures began trailing through my hair.

"I bet your room is, dear."

Confused? Where is this conversation going? I was thinking.

"I bet it's not as good as you though, Paul." Is that really the best thing you could do, Julia. I mentally face palmed myself.

He smiled, and raised an eyebrow. I mean how could I think he's not sexy?

I leaned forward without realising or even thinking, and pushed him over so I layed on top of him. How could I just have stopped there?

Paul pulled me in close and kissed me. I unbuttoned his pink cotton button up top. He rolled over me and now had no top on!

Five minutes later nothing on me and Paul just having sex on top of the covers!

"Paul!" Came a familier voice from the bottom of the stairs; Ringo.

"What?" Paul shouted back.

"I've done some food!"

"I thought we were to late?"

"Oh well! I got a bit nippy as well. So come on you two."

"Coming." I replied.

Paul looked back down at me.

"Lets just have a bit longer? He won't know." He pulled the covers over us both and licked me up the side of the neck. I think I let out to much of a loud groan as Paul accidently shoved his penis in a to bit far for my liking!

"What was that?" Ringo opened the door and entered the room to see me and Paul under the covers! Shit...