Run For Your Life {Beatles Fanfic}

Three - This Boy

Already assuming who it was, I crept to the door and peered through the peephole. It was him, the beautiful one, Paul. No one else was with him. I decided to throw my thoughts out the window and pulled the door open.

His eyes lit up as he smiled at me.

"Uh, hi, 'mam. I just wanted to apologize for John, he's just..." Paul sighed, looking down, completely nervous. I tried not to laugh, he was Paul fucking McCartney, the total ladies man, and he was stuttering.

"Whatever. It's cool," I said, looking into the hallway, wondering why there weren't screaming fans devouring Paul yet.

"Uh..." Paul whispered, looking at me, then at my room.

"Oh! Duh, you can come in." I shook my head as I stepped out of the way to let him in. He kept his gaze down walking in, his scent tickling my nose. He smelled like a mixture of smoke and some English man cologne. I hated the stench of smoke, but on him, it was...decent.

We sat across from eachother at the kitchen table.

"So, what are you staying here for?" Paul asked, returning to the version of himself that I always pictured.

"Uh..." it was my turn to stutter, determining whether or not I should tell him that I ran away. My eyes narrowed. He's 1/4 of the reason I ran away, I reminded myself. I regained my composure.

"Because I ran away from home," I answered nonchalantly, like I knew what I was doing.

Paul's damned hazel eyes widened. "Why?"

"Why?" I retorted. "Because of you, him, him, and him." I jabbed my thumb at the wall behind me, acknowledging the other members of the lovely band.

"I don't understand." Paul whispered, a tinge of sadness in his eyes. Why was he so down? I didn't say anything too mean. Yet.

"It's a long and winding story." I replied, trying to ease my tone.

"Long and winding?" He smiled, which made my insides tingle. "Sounds interesting."

"I guess," I sighed and started telling him about my parents and their obsession with The Beatles and me storming away. Once I started I couldn't stop. I gave him the weird bits and details, and how weird my parents were. 

I felt so relieved. I told him everything. Paul looked rather amused. I raised an eyebrow at him, then he started laughing. I caught on and started laughing too. We were strangers, laughing in some random  hotel room, about a story that wasn't funny at all.

"Can I get your name?" He asked, keeping a small smile. I stopped laughing.

He doesn't know my name.

"Alice. Alice Roonan." I said. I wondered how long he was going to stay here, I had things to do.

"That's a nice name," he said. "So, are you busy today?"

"I have to find a job. I need money and I don't really have cash." I blushed. I just made myself look stupid.

"Do you have any other belongings with you?" Paul pointed at my bag on the counter. I shook my head.

"I'm so stupid.." I whispered to myself. He heard me.

"I'm sure you're not. Come on," I looked up. He was standing, holding out his hand. 

"Come where?"

"I'll take you out today and buy you whatever you need to stay here." He smiled at me. My mouth was hanging open.

"I just met you today." I said. I stared at Paul's hand, wondering whether it was soft or rough or would vanish if I touched it.

"If you don't trust me, then you don't have to go. I mean, if I tried to kidnap you, everyone would notice." I smiled. I pushed the thoughts of hate and my parents and grabbed Paul's hand.