The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

I Feel Fine (Chapter 20)

I wake up to sunlight hitting my face and I yawn. I slightly stretch, noticing an absence on my body. Paul is not with me and the plane is quiet.

"James?" I ask, looking around. I stand up, wiping my eyes as Paul emerges from a door across the way. I notice George still sleeping as Paul smiles.

"Good morning love. Care for some coffee?"

I shake my head and sit back down, Paul joining me. I thought he was gone.I wouldn't want that.

"My head hurts a whole lot." Paul moans and I laugh.

"That's cause you got drunk, silly." I state as Paul sips some coffee.

"I'm never doing that again." Paul says, as I nod.

"I hate when you're drunk, James."

Paul looks at me. "Really? I didn't know that. I won't make it habit then."

I look at Paul's features, tired and exhausted as I run my fingers through his hair.

"I like when you do that." Paul purrs into my ear, making me kiss his cheek as I continue.

"You must be tired." I say, as Paul nods softly.

"The only reason I haven't withered away is because you are here."

I smile. "You're a liar."

Paul laughs a bit as if something I said was funny and then he coughs.

"I was thinking of showing you this song before the others wake up." Paul says, looking into my eyes. His hazel eyes always pierce me as I kiss his nose.

"I'd love to hear it. You never played for me before."

"Is that so?" Paul says, leading me into a private compartment and closing the door, not to make any noise.

"We don't want to wake up the others. Brian just gave me top shit for last night."

Oh right, last night. I quickly remember the events and sigh. Frankie Valli's "Oh What A Night" rings in my ear.

"Last night was a tad insane."

Paul nods in agreement as he places his guitar in his lap as he speaks .

"Nothing like last night will happen again. I know you were uncomfortable and upset and I'm sorry. I will always make sure you are happy, and I just wasn't myself."

I look at Paul as his hand caresses my knee.

"It's alright. I did some crazy things too."

Paul smiles in relief as he assumes I am speaking about the game we played, but unknown to him I am speaking about George.

"Alright, this song is called Scrambled Eggs."

I laugh a little as Paul chuckles.

"Not the best title, but I've got a melody to play along. Would you care to hear?" Paul asks, looking at me. I nod my head, quietly. It must take him a lot of courage to show me a song he hasn't completed.

"Alright."

Paul positions the guitar to suit his left hand, and begins to strum some chords. I watch his fingers, my eyes moving up his body so I analyze his face, his closed eyes and soft lips.

He starts to sing some silly words, many of them piecing together to create an image of a lost love. I wonder who he wrote this song about as I close my eyes, visualizing the words. I nod my head to the soft beat as Paul opens his eyes to look at me.