My Little Girl

Chapter Three

Author's Note:

Hi guys! I'm sorry about the INCREDIBLY CRAPPY chapter! I just wrote it up and had to post it today, as it's the anniversary of Edgar Allan Poe's death. Edgar Allan Poe is a legend to me, and is more important to me than The Beatles. So, ON WITH THE SHOW!!!

<3 thebeatlemaniaclife

Star slept. It was noon and Star still slept. Paul was still with the girl in his arms. Paul was deep in thought when he felt Star stir.

Star awoke to a pain shooting all through her body. She groaned a bit. She looked up and saw Paul. Paul gave her a small smile.

"I don't want to go out there," Star whispered immediately, her voice sore from crying. "You can come to mine," Paul said, not even hesitating. Star gasped.

"Really," She asked. Paul nodded. Abandoning all thoughts, Star hugged Paul tightly. McCartney, although shocked, hugged back. Star immediately found a flaw in Paul's plan.

"Mr. Kite," Star groaned. "We'll get passed him," Paul assured her. Star nodded. She pulled her aching body away from McCartney and limped to her dresser.

"You poor thing," Paul whispered. Star opened the drawer and grabbed some clothes. She walked back to her bed. Whilst Paul was packing her stuff, Star went to her desk to dress. Her eyes scanned over what she thought she needed.

Star's eyes fell on the note Paul had written her. It was written in eyeliner and was a little messy. She read the note in interest.

Star,

I'm so sorry about that. If you ever need me, here's my number. 890-900-5684.

J.P.M

Star discreetly folded the letter and stuffed it into her bra. "Ready to go," Paul asked. Star nodded. "Let's go through the dancers' exit," Star said. Paul nodded and held Star's hand. He made her look at him. "We're going to get through this, okay love," Paul whispered. Star nodded silently.

Star walked to the door and opened it. She made sure no one was in the hall and ran with Paul to the club's door. She sprinted as fast as her aching body could take her.

Star pried the doors open and fell to the ground, free. Paul followed behind her and helped her off the ground. Star silently walked with Paul to his car, looking down the whole way to the pitch black vehicle.

Paul opened the door and started the car. "Damn car," McCartney thought as Star got in car. "You okay, love," Paul asked. Star nodded.

Paul started to back out of the parking lot and started down the road. Star kept looking back, making sure Mr. Kite wasn't watching her. When she looked back, she saw a figure staring at her in front of the club. Star's face went white and she felt extremely faint.

Paul noticed and put a hand on her thigh. Star immediately calmed down and relaxed. The thirty minute car ride was a silent one. When Paul finally arrived at his flat, he made sure Jane was absent.

McCartney helped Star to the door and opened it. Star was exhausted so Paul led her to his and Jane's shared bed. He helped her lie down and set down her stuff.

Paul walked back over to Star and sat on the edge of the bed, stroking her hair away from her face. "You're safe, love," He whispered. "Paul," Star whispered, her voice still hoarse. Paul raised an arched eyebrow.

"Why would you do something like this for me," Star asked quietly. "I'm just a slutty stripper that has nothing to my name." Paul thought about this answer.

"I don't see that when I look at you," McCartney started. "I see a beautiful young woman with fight in her. I see someone that has been hurt so badly in life, she has no feelings." Star looked down.

"I see an amazing girl with a bright future," Paul whispered. Star stared at Paul. She gently pulled Paul on top of her. She grasped onto his shirt. Paul gently laid his lips onto Star's.

Star didn't resist this time, instead kissing back. Paul was shocked, but wrapped his arms around her. Star placed her palm of Paul's cheek and caressed his cheek.

Star pulled away. Paul understood and rested his head on Star's chest, listening to the steady sound of her beating heart. After a while Star's breathing slowed and Paul could comprehend that she was asleep.

Just as Paul was about to go to sleep, he heard a door slam and a shrill voice scream, "James Paul McCartney!"

"Damn," Paul thought. He told Star to stay put and got up. "Coming Jane," He called. He quickly walked to the living area where his angry girlfriend stood.

"What the hell, Paul," Jane shrieked. "You never came home last night, and now, your here!" "Jane, darling , calm down," Paul said, putting his hands up in a calming gesture.

"You tell me to calm down," Jane hissed. She pushed Paul to the couch and kissed him sensually. Paul was surprised, but kissed back. Jane pulled away, unbuttoning and unzipping Paul's pants.

"I missed you, Paulie," Jane pouted. Jane started nipping at Paul's neck. Paul moaned. Jane ripped off Paul's shirt and kissed down to his jeans.

Paul realized with Jane was doing and pushed her off of him. "What the hell, Paul," Jane screamed. "Get your shit, and get the bloody 'ell out of my life," Paul said calmly.

Jane shrieked and slapped Paul across the face. She grabbed her purse and walked to the door. She walked back to Paul and slapped him again. Jane then walked to the door, walked out, and slammed the door.

Paul sighed and walked back to his room. Star was sitting up in bed. Paul could see the shine of something metal under the pillow. He frowned.

"Hey," Paul said. Star nodded. "Was that your girlfriend," Star asked. "Not anymore," Paul stated. "Why?" Star shook her head.

Paul gently took Star's hand. He turned Star's and placed his lips on hers. Paul moved on top of Star and straddled her hips. Star clutched onto Paul's shirt.

Paul pulled away and ripped his shirt off. Star dug her fingernails into Paul's back, leaving imprints. Paul groaned in half pain and half pleasure.

Star quickly unbuttoned her shirt and threw it on the ground. Paul caressed Star's sides and kissed her neck. Star moaned in pleasure.

Paul unbuttoned her jeans, looking at Star. Star bit her lip. After a minute, she nodded. Paul smiled, leaning up and meeting Star's lips, moaning.

Paul pulled away and pulled down Star's jeans. Star whimpered. "Please, Paul," She whispered. "I need you." Paul shivered.

Paul had never had someone, really, truly, need him. Not even Jane had needed him. She just wanted him. The feeling of need was indescribably incredible.

Paul kissed Star's collarbone, leaving a love bites a long the way. Paul unbuttoned his jeans.

Later

Paul rested his head on Star's chest. Star stroked Paul's sweaty hair away from his face. Star pulled the covers tighter over Paul's sweat-coated back.

Star sighed. "Audrey," Star said quietly. "What," Paul asked, looking up at his lover. "My real name is Audrey Rose Moore," Star repeated. Paul grinned happily.

Just as Paul was leaning in to kiss  Star, there was at Paul's front door. "Damn," Paul thought. He jerked his boxers and jeans. Star giggled.

Paul flashed her a smile and sprinted down the hall. Meanwhile, Star quickly pulled out the knife she had hidden from Paul. She looked at the glistening tip and jerkingly threw it in the bedside table.

All the while, Paul was trying to explain to his best mates why he was sweaty, his hair was messed up, and why he had no shirt on. It was going to be a difficult evening for both Star and Paul...