The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

Thank You Girl (Chapter 17)

I open my eyes softly as I feel something holding onto me. It's Paul. I turn around a little, vaguely remembering last night. Am I officially Paul's girl now? I stand up and rub my eyes. I look outside the window and laugh. I'm really married to James this time. It's no longer a childish dream.

"I should make him something sweet for breakfast." I say, putting on my undergarments on. I slip on Paul's dress shirt as it barely covers for a dress. Last night was pretty good from what I remember. I grab my stomach as it feels a little queasy. I need some water.

I look around the hotel room, going into the small kitchen it has and putting on the frying pan. I mix up some pancake batter as I drink some water, a headache stinging me slightly. I guess I was pretty drunk last night.

"Ah, what a perfect sight to see. My girl wearing my shirt." I hear a voice behind me say, and I turn around quickly. Paul smiles and kisses me. His breath tastes sweet. How is that even possible? I laugh at the thought.

"So, what are you making for breakfast?" Paul asks, sitting down at the small table. I turn to him and smirk. I wonder if he's hungry too.

"Well, just some pancakes." I say, placing some batter in the frying pan. Paul laughs a bit as it sizzles.

"Today's going to be a long day. In the afternoon our plane for America leaves." Paul says as I flip the pancakes over.

I nod and place three finished pancakes on a plate.

"Carol, I wish I could stay in this hotel room with you forever." Paul says, and I laugh.

"Why would that be? It's so stuffy in here." I cough a little and Paul grins at me. I wonder why he is so happy right now.

"It doesn't matter where I am now anyways. I have you, and that is all that matters to me." Paul repositions himself as he looks down at his feet. I finish the rest of the pancakes quickly and put the pan in the kitchen sink. Paul's hands graze my legs as I brush past him. I shiver slightly and feel my face heat up.

"Eat up. We gotta head back and pack." I say, eating a pancake and sitting across from Paul. His eyes linger on me for a while before checking his plate.

"Thank you, Carol." 

"I thought you said no more thanks you's?" I laugh. Paul giggles a little and I look up to him. He's adorable. He pushes his plate away slightly and winks at me. His feet plays with mine gently.

"I'm not too hungry." Paul says, getting up to put his dish and cutlery away. I raise an eyebrow.

"Oh, Paul. You're going to be tired if you don't-"

"I'm fine, really." Paul says, kissing my cheek. "Let's go sign out and head back. We better hurry."

I follow Paul out the door as I hold my dress and his tie. Luckily, we found some sweaters in the closet to cover ourselves before we headed home. It would be embarrassing to walk out in our wedding clothes.

"Thanks for the room." Paul says, handing a man behind the desk the keys and waving goodbye as he hops into John's car. I follow inside the passengers seat.

"I wonder if John's mad that you took his car." I say, laughing a bit as I look in the side mirror. I look like a mess and I laugh. I hope Paul doesn't mind that I look like this.

"Nah, he'll be fine." Paul says, reassuring me as he rubs my leg. "Plus, he can't drive. This is Cyn's car. Cyn won't mind at all."

"He can't? I guess you learn something new everyday." I say, laughing as I look at the road ahead of us. John sure acts tough. I wonder why he doesn't drive.