AN: I really like this part and I hope you do too. I hope you're all doing well and that you have a grand day! Random, but I'm really enjoying my writing class I'm taking, it's so fun and i'm learning new stuff!
"Annd this is where we part for now. I'm sorry, love, but no coming in while I undress. I'm afraid that's another thing that doesn't happen on the first date." Paul announces as we stop at a red door that branches off a long hall backstage of this large theatre and I frown as he holds one of my hands as his other sits in his pocket, sure enough.
"But we're on something like our fifth date by now." I respond and he toys at his lip with his teeth for a second before shaking his head.
"I'll only be a couple of minutes. Go get yourself some popcorn and licorice maybe."
I nod my head with an understanding look and he pecks me on the cheek before ducking into the room and I swivel to travel down the hallway to walk through a door that leads directly into the kind of auditorium. I look to the lit stage where I see Ringo's drums in the back and the guys' bodyguard who is just an old friend and he glances to me to flash a smile that I return before I go up the steep walkway lined with velvety red carpet. I push through the double doors to find the lobby lit with bright lights and I take a turn to find the concessions against a wall with black and white posters advertising current as well as upcoming films playing here. I hum to myself as silence has taken over the hall and just about everything else it seems and just as I was looking at the long sign with the prices for everything written in a neat hand the ever present silence was disturbed by voices.
"Isn't that her? I guess she's kind of pretty." a brunette teenaged girl much younger than me attempts to whisper from this pack of girls of maybe five.
"She's ugly, what are you talking about? I can't believe he's with her." another who is blonde comments as I discretely watch as well as listen to them even though I get this gut feeling to not listen.
"Even Jane was better than her." one with a black ponytail who snaps her bubble gum remarks and they make a little huddle with their voices too low for me to make out and then I decide to slowly walk away with my clutch holding my little money in my hand.
I sigh and turn around to walk around the corner, maybe back to the doors or anywhere to lose them but then I heard their odd giggles behind me along with their hurried feet and I speed up to the doors that I shove open. I look over my shoulder to see them catching up and I go out into a full out run even when I got to the hallway until I fling open the red door to duck in and close behind me.
"I'm bloody changing in here! What the-." Paul exclaims as he holds his pants to his lower half as he wheres dark briefs that I'm too busy to notice.
"Woah. Why are you breathing so hard? Is everything okay, darling?" he asks as he slips on his dress pants and doesn't bother to cover his white chest that shows a small patch of black hair and I run a hand through my hair as he treads over to me.
"Some fans chased me back here, but I'm fine." I respond and he moves a lost strand from my hair while I work to recover my breath.
"You don't seem so okay to me, Court. You aren't hurt, are you?"
I shake my head and take a glance around the room to notice it be empty other than us two and Paul's pile of clothes from earlier sit in a hump on the hard floor that seems to be cement or something like it and he pulls me in for a hug, but I wiggle out of it. I see his offended expression before he makes it go away and he slowly leans forward to hardly kiss my cheek.
"I'm fine, Paul. Okay?"
"Yeah okay. I get it, I just wanted to make sure." he remarks in a not so soft or friendly of a tone and he leaves my side to walk over to the moving clothes rack that he takes a white dress shirt off of.
I sigh after realizing my actions and I find a spot on a tall chair in front of something like a vanity where a little thing of what I think to be powder sits and one of those fluffy puff balls next to it to apply it, like you see in old movies. I fiddle with my hands that are nervous from the run I just had that I'm still thinking about and I even glance to the door and its handle. I wonder if it locks and why those girls didn't try to rattle it open and get in here. I'm sure they would go to almost the ends of the earth if they knew Paul was in here. I take a breath to try and calm myself, although it never seems to really work, and my eyes lift to Paul whose naked back faces me before he slips on the button-down to button up. He turns around and first thing our eyes meet and I see a warmth fill his own and he sighs and comes over to me. I look down to my folded hands that I play with until he takes them and gives them a gentle squeeze.
"Don't think I'm mad at you, because I'm not. I-."
"There's no need to explain, Court. I understand how you're feeling overwhelmed and all of that 'cause I've went through the whole scared adrenaline rush myself plenty of times."
I think of something to say in return but I instead draw a blank so I flash him a small smile and he returns it and surprises me with a kiss on the lips. It isn't short and quick like what most of our's seem to be, but Paul makes it slow while his hands cup my cheeks and mine brace his hairy wrists as I can taste past cigarettes on his lips as well as mints. I smile with a sigh after his seemingly flawless lips leave my own and my irises return to his.
"I don't want something happening to you, again, especially after what happened the other day when you gave me quite the scare." he tells me while his thumb moves back and forth across my flushed cheek while his eyes face mine from virtually a few inches away and then we part when the door opens to have the other three Beatles who hadn't yet arrived who walk in and I see John smirk before I silently leave to the now empty hall.
"So, in this future of yours we don't end up married, correct?" Paul asks and I don't even need to think about it, but I frown at the thought of my answer.
"No, we don't. The huge age difference must be the reason why." I sarcastically comment.
"Ah, well we'll just have to see about that, won't we?" he remarks and he cocks his head to look at me with a cheeky grin plastered on his lips and he sends me a hopeful wink.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask him as we leave the hallway while he does the last few of his buttons to leave the collar of his shirt loose.
"Oh, nothing. It means nothing, darling."
I don't believe him as he tries hard to hide the grin peeking through onto his lips and I look away while wondering what he could be meaning, but I don't see myself going anywhere with it so I forget about it. I glance behind us to the large stage laid down with scuffed up wood that soon I'm sure they'll be sweating on and I look away when I feel him grab my hand. His face lights up with a smile when our eyes meet and he pulls me over to the part of the wall absent of a railing and he pulls me into him as I stand in front of him.
"You're all right with what happened with the fans?" he inquires while his thumb moves along my hand and I glance to his long shirt that he hasn't gotten the chance or wanting to tuck in yet.
"Yeah, I'm fine about it. It's just weird to see how they are up close and how I've one of them too, but I don't act like that."
"Well that's 'cause you're a sane human being." he remarks and then smiles and I laugh and my face moves closer to his.
"You do have a point, because they certainly don't seem to be. But they can be so cruel and I don't see why."
"Their why is 'cause they either want to be friends with us, want the attention of being with us, or their huge crush for any of us gets to their head. Also they're probably jealous of this pretty woman standing in front of me." he comments and I blush and look around to see the doors to be looking secure and that we're alone and then I look back to him.
"Paulie, it's time for practice. Kiss her and come on!" John announces from the stage where he stands in jeans, a white button down with a black vest and his thick framed glasses.
I look away back to Paul to see him biting the inside of his cheek and blushing madly, "I think I might try to go and buy popcorn again, but I don't know." I tell him as he holds my hands in his warm pair that never seem to be sweaty or holding mine too tightly.
"Good luck with that, darling, but be careful 'cause I'll need my good luck charm back." he remarks with his lips spread pulling over his teeth and I nervously giggle before he silences my laughing with his affectionate lips. I kiss him back for a moment and I soon hear whistling and we both laugh into the kiss before he pulls away and pecks me once more before dashing up to the stage.
"Good luck!"
"With you I will!" he calls back as he picks up his four stringed instrument and plugs it in with a smile glazing over on his lips and I sigh and turn around to walk up to the doors that I nervously push open.
This time I find myself alone at the concessions except for the silent teenaged guy sitting behind the counter who takes my money and dips the paper cup into the popcorn machine to hand to me that and a cold bottle of Coke from the fridge sat against the wall. I walk around checking out the attractive but dull looking posters as I munch on the popcorn that makes a theatre a theatre in my eyes and then I decide to peek in on the guys.
"Ooo, so she's your good luck charm now, is that right?" John's voice echoes off of the walls lined with panels that are there to do just that as feedback comes out of the amps as he strums a chord on his electric.
"Yeah, she is. Ya got a problem with it, Lennon?" Paul comments with a friendly tone and he shakes his head with a teasing look.
"No, and I'm not going to say that it's cute so don't be expecting that from me now." he remarks as Paul looks to the strings on his bass while his lips are parted and his brow furrowed and I slip inside after a few silent moments.