A/N: Here it is chapter twenty-four. Have fun reading this chapter!
Prudence was watching the television in the living room while her friends were having their quiet naps. She was very bored, and she didn't have anything to do besides watching the television. The TV show wasn't even that fun! It was boring. She wasn't in the mood to read her book. She was too bored to watch TV or even read a book.
She turned off the television, and then the telephone suddenly rang. She stood up from the sofa, and walked towards the telephone. She sat on the table beside it, and answered.
"Hello?" she began.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Lester," said the hotel concierge, Mr. Walter. "Mr. McCartney is waiting for you in the hotel lobby."
Her heart beat faster, and a smile crept to her face. "Tell him that I'll be there in a few minutes," she said to him.
"Yes, Ms. Lester," he said, and then she hung up.
She grabbed her coat, and purse, and then immediately walked out of the hotel room. She rushed inside the lift when it was about to close. She wasn't very embarrassed when she immediately ran inside the lift—even though there were people inside.
As soon as the lift doors opened, she ran out, and a smile immediately appeared on her face. She saw Paul reading a magazine while waiting for her. She slowly walked towards him, and he looked up from the magazine when she was standing before him.
"Good afternoon, Prudence," he greeted her with a handsome smile on his face.
"Good afternoon, Paul," she greeted him back with a shy smile on her face. "What are you doing here?"
He stood up from the couch after putting the magazine back on the table, and he looked at her. She couldn't resist looking at his big doe eyes.
"I'm here to ask you if you want to have lunch with me," he said to her with a warm smile on his face.
"I'm not that hungry," she said.
"You're still not hungry?" he asked her in disbelief. "You haven't had your breakfast, and you're still not hungry? Good God, mate! You are…incredible!"
She looked at him shyly. "I am?" she asked.
"Yes, you are," he said with a chuckle. "But, still…have lunch with me, please."
"And what about your girlfriend?" she asked him, quite intimidated.
"She's in her parents' house," he said. "She's feeling dizzy, and she didn't want me to take care of her. She said it kindly, of course. Since I got nothing to do, I decided to go here, and ask you if you want to have lunch with me. So…will you?"
Before she could answer, a crowd of fans came to the hotel front door, but the security guards didn't allow them to come in. Two girls around thirteen or twelve managed to walk in, and they ran to Paul with autograph books and pens on their hands. They came to him with excited smiles on their young faces.
"Paul McCartney, can we have your autograph, please?" asked the girl with blonde hair excitedly while showing her book to him.
"Oh, yes, of course," he said, and signed his autograph on her book. "What's your name, love?"
She giggled shyly, and her cheeks turned pink. "My name is Gloria," she said.
He gave her her book back, and took her friend's.
"And what's yours?" he asked Gloria's brunette friend.
"My name is Veronica," she answered with a grin on her face.
He signed his autograph and name on her book, and then gave it back to her. They looked at Paul with sparkles on their eyes, and wider grins on their faces.
"Can we ask you a question, Paul?" asked Gloria.
"Sure." He answered with a cheeky smile.
"Can Veronica get a hug from you?" she asked again. "You see, she's…she's dying, and before she dies…she wants to have a hug from a Beatle, which is you."
Prudence knew that Gloria was lying, but she thought that it was a clever reason to get Paul McCartney to hug a fan. She smiled secretly.
"Anything for Veronica," he said, and hugged Veronica tightly around his arms. It must've been a lucky day for the girl. He planted a kiss on her head, and she suddenly swooned.
When he was about to let go off her, she hugged him tighter—as if she never wanted to let him go off her. She wanted to hug him, and never let him go.
"Veronica," said Gloria, "we have to go now."
"But I don't want to," said Veronica, and tears streamed down her face.
Gloria grabbed her, and Veronica cried harder. Gloria looked at Paul, and said goodbye to him. He said goodbye to them, and watched them walk to the front door.
"It's nice pleasing my fans," Paul remarked with a smirk on his face.
Prudence rolled her eyes. "You do know that almost all of the Beatlemanias are in love with John Lennon than you, George, and Ringo," she said to him with a smirk.
"Yes, I do know," he said. "But normal girls, like you, are crazy about me."
She gently gave him a punch on his arm. "Whatever, Paul," she said with a chuckle. "How are we going to get out from this hotel?"
"Through the backdoor?" he suggested, and she nodded her head.
Let me tell you what happened after they had lunch together. But before that, I must tell you a thing or more what they did when they had lunch.
Paul told Prudence how much he loved her, and he had never been that in love before. He told her how beautiful she is, how smart she is, and how…perfect she is. Her cheeks turned red whenever he told her that she's very beautiful, and she had the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen. And she would say, "Oh, Paul…"
After they had lunch, he took her to a quiet spot in the park. They sat down on the soft green grass under the shady tree. She leaned her head against it, and her eyes looked up to the sky. The sun was up, and the sky was beautiful—it was very beautiful.
"What's on your mind, Prudence?" Paul asked her while looking at her with his handsome eyes.
She shook her head, and smiled to herself. "Nothing's on my mind, right now, Paul," she answered. "The weather is very beautiful, today. I can't help thinking about it." She let out a sigh.
The wind gently blew the leaves off the trees, and fell to the grass gently. He looked at her, and smiled. She was very beautiful, and when he directly looked into her electric blue eyes, he immediately got lost. He couldn't think anymore. The only word that can describe her eyes is "beautiful". Enough said.
"Paul," she said with a sigh, and looked at him. "I think, you need to know something."
"What is it, love?" he asked her, and gently caressed her cheek with his thumb.
"Earlier this morning…I was nearly raped," she said. "I didn't do anything, and then this scary-looking man suddenly pushed me to the wall—I can't continue…it was too scary."
He looked at her with worried eyes. "And…are you still a…a virgin?" he asked her slowly.
"Oh! thank God, yes!" she said, relieved. "Apparently, John heard my cries of help, and he beat the shits out of those perverted men. They certainly have no lives! I mean, raping a girl in a dark alley!"
He nodded his head. "This is London, love," he said. "Anything can happen here like when I was in Hamburg—but Hamburg was more dangerous! There are so many strip clubs, people fighting, strippers, drinkers, and rapers."
"Wow, must be heaven for you, boys," she said with a chuckle.
"It was such an eye-opener for us," he said. "Especially when we are innocent boys from Liverpool, and know nothing about sex."
She chuckled. "What were you doing in Hamburg?" she asked him with interest and curiosity.
"Before The Beatles were The Beatles, we were called The Silver Beatles," he said. "It was a five-piece band; me, John, George, Stuart Sutcliffe, and Pete Best. Back then, Stuart was the bassist, and I was the guitarist like John and George."
"And who is Pete Best?"
"He was the drummer."
"Oh, I see. Continue."
"We, The Silver Beatles, were in Hamburg to perform. I still remember when I was in jail for the first time for…three hours, I think. I wasn't alone, Pete also got in jail."
"What for?"
He laughed, and shook his head. "For burning a condom on a wall," he said and chuckled. "It was a childish prank, I know. It's really funny."
She laughed, and shook her head. Her hair fell, and covered her face. He pushed her hair behind her ear, and she looked at him with kind eyes. He leaned his face closer to hers, and they closed their eyes when his lips were against hers. He angled his face, and she rested her right hand on his waist. She held his blazers tightly when the kiss got deeper. She convinced herself that she and Paul were alone in that quiet spot in the park—or so she thought.