Till there was you-Paul McCartney

Party

Ella's point of view 1964:
When I finally came around, I realized I was in some dark ally way.
Am I really back in the past again? Of course, I'm in the past Ella. Or did this thing on my wrist teleport me somewhere else? Did Ross mess this thing up again? These were some of the questions I was asking my self as I dusted my dress out, pulled out the note Paul gave me and headed towards the party.
About twenty minutes later and a couple of wrong turns I finally found the place. But how was I ever gonna get in? There was police guarding the entrance and what looked like a beefy man with a list letting only certain people in. Am I even on that list? Can I sneak in? No just march right there and find Paul. My inner voice told me as I slowly walked up to the beefy man.
"Sorry miss, no one can enter." He told me. No shit Sherlock, I know that already. I felt uncomfortable as he looked me over. Is my dress too short? Or was there something on it? Why am I so nervous just have some courage and tell that dude who's boss.
"Look, I believe I'm on that list, besides Paul McCartney invited me," I say with courage. It felt like forever till he gave me a go head look. As I walked in there were people dancing to music as I know as classic rock like Buddy Holly, Bob Dylan and much more. People were also smoking making me cough little as this couple blew it in my face. Just as I waved my hand back and forth to get rid of the smoke, was when I saw him. Paul McCartney in a simple white dress shirt and black pants standing at the bar. Oh, how should I do this? Just walk up to him and say 'hi, remember me? The girl you hit in the head.' No that's stupid. Just go up to the bar and order yourself a drink and see if he noticed you or not. Yea, Ella let's do this. So carefully but yet sexy I walked up to the bar until the worst thing happened I tripped over my two feet. I braced myself for the hard landing to realize I was in none other than John Lennon's arms with a smirk on his cocky face.
"Looky here folks, it's the maid. That forgot my towels." John said as he helped me back on my feet. Ohh why do you have to be an ass and nice at the same time, John?
"Well I didn't forget them, Paul did, I gave them to him," I said with a smug look. The look he gave me was priceless as he looked at me first then Paul. But before he could say anything more I felt a light hand on my back.
"Ella, you came? How's that head of yours?" Paul asked holding what looked like rum and coke in his hand, as I turned towards him. Man, he's even more gorgeous than when I meet him the first time. No Elle your not here to mess up history or have sex with him.
"Yea, I just couldn't help my self, don't worry my heads fine." I say smiling. I could feel my cheeks heat up, by just looking at him, so I hid my small blush by looking somewhere else.
"I'm glad your doing better. I feel bad about it enough as is. Consider this party as I'm sorry for hitting ya." Paul said taking a sip of his drink then setting his drink down near John.
"I really shouldn't drink that much Paul, I have work in the morning," I told him making up some excuse. Besides knowing what I know about his future is dangerous, especially if I was drunk. Ross would kill me if he found out.
"Oh come on Ella, one drink won't kill ya you know."Paul winked at me, making me laugh little.
"Well alright one drink mister." I said holding up one finger of mine as Paul shrugged his shoulders at me and handed me his drink.
"Here's to a fun night." I said clicking my glass with Paul's and slugging it back.

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The end, cliff hanger. This chapter has been a pain in the butt. I'm sorry that it took so long. Hopefully you guys like it. Next one should be out soon. Writer's block sucks, when you want to write. lol.