But as from today, well, I've got somebody that's new. I ain't no fool and I don't take what I don't want, for I have got another girl.
Paul woke up the next day to the sound of the television, the kettle boiling on the stove, and footsteps in the room next to his. At first, he thought it was another completely normal morning in his and Jane's house. But once he found he was sleeping on the couch, the previous night's events came rushing back in his head. He quickly stood up and walked towards the kitchen. Jackie was in a nightgown, evidently making tea.
"Oh, good morning, Paul." Jackie greeted as he walked in. "I made you some tea, if you want it."
Paul nodded his head. "Yes, please. Thank you." He sat down at the table, holding his head in his hands and watching her pour the tea.
"Nice hair you've got." Jackie said as she walked towards him with the cup.
Paul didn't even try to fix it. "I can just imagine."
"Are you safe to go home then?" she asked as she sat down beside him.
Paul shook his head. "Are you kiddin'? It hasn't even been a full day. I can't go back yet."
"Well you can't stay here forever." Jackie told him. "I have to spend some more time with my family since I'll be going away with you guys. I'll have to make up for the time I'm going to lose."
Paul shrugged. "I'll just move in with John until we leave. He doesn't live far from here and it's only two more days, I'm sure he won't mind too much."
"So you're not even going to see Jane before you leave?" she asked.
"I'll visit her...eventually."
She sighed. "Alright. But remember, I'd apologize if I were you."
"I'm going to have to apologize soon, anyway. I still have to pack and all my things are back at my place. I'm just going to talk this over with John." He said as he stood up. "I'll see you later, yeah?"
Jackie nodded. "Ok." She stood up, grabbed a paper and pen, and jotted down her number. "Try to call. Tell me how things go."
"Sure thing, luv." Paul leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Bye."
He could've sworn he saw Jackie blush. "Goodbye, Paul."
"I knew it! I knew your mum was a right nutcase."
"John!"
"Oh c'mon, Cyn. I got enough money to buy you a fuckin' country and she's goin' off on how all this is bad for you and Julian." John scoffed. He was lying on the couch, his legs resting where his back should be and his head hanging off the edge of the seat. He held the phone to his ear, talking to his wife since she was back in Liverpool with Julian visiting her mother.
"She's just worried for my safety. Your fans are too violent for her liking." Cynthia explained.
"I dunno about violent, but they sure are insane. But she should know all about insanity, shouldn't she?"
Cynthia sighed. "John, why are you always insulting my mother?"
"Because I made it a personal goal to reach at least 365 insults to her by the end of this year."
"Ha. Ha." She said sarcastically.
"Anyroad, how's Julian?" John asked. "Showing any signs of pure genius like his father or is it too early?"
"He's alright. Mum gave me a few of my brothers' old baby clothes to put on him. It looks adorable!"
"I'm sure it does." John said, studying his nails distractedly. The doorbell rang suddenly and his eyes were fixed immediately to the door. He wasn't expecting anyone, was he? "Hey, Cyn, there's someone here. I'll call you later, alright? Bye, luv." He put the phone down and stood up, making his way to the door. When he opened it, there stood the man that a few hours ago was keeping him from getting a proper sleep.
"Well, well. The ghost of Christmas past." John said as he caught sight of Paul standing at his doorway.
"Hi John, how are ya mate?" Paul greeted, a smile plastered on his face.
"Hmm," John narrowed his eyes. "Doesn't that sound familiar?"
Paul scratched the back of his neck. "Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry 'bout wakin' you up last night..."
"Should be."
"So, I was just wondering..."
John scoffed. "Wondering, 'ey? Wondering why you always magically show up at my door when you need something?"
"I don't! I'm just wondering if I could, maybe, y'know...stay here for a while?"
He narrowed his eyes. "How long is a while?"
"Only until the tour starts..." Paul answered.
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to go back to Jane."
John smirked. "What? Too pussy to go back?"
"No!" Paul sighed. "Just let me stay, ok? I'll deal with her some other time."
John shrugged. "Fine." He stepped aside to finally let Paul in the house.
Paul looked around the fairly large living room, plopping down on the couch and relaxing. "I hope you don't mind."
"I do mind. I'm just not sayin' anything." He answered, sitting down on the couch across from the other man.
"Well, ain't that a shame."
John watched him for a second before asking, "So what's going on with this bird you were talkin' about last night?"
"What about her?" Paul asked, looking over at his mate.
John shrugged. "Dunno. Knowing you, you probably did something stupid and got your arse kicked out from her house."
"No, John. That would be you, in this situation."
"Well? What happened?" He asked. "Shouldn't you be over there, shaggin' her senseless. Or are you just waitin' till the tour to do that?"
Paul shook his head. "The farthest I've gotten with her is a second-long kiss."
"NO!"
"Yes."
"You're jokin'."
"Nope."
John put on a posh accent. "By God, good sir. This is preposterous!"
"It is!" Paul said, then sighed. "But maybe it's for the better. Maybe I should just wait..."
"Waiting for sex?" John asked with a perplexed expression. "What's that?"
Paul chuckled shortly and later bit his lip. "Y'know. It's just...different."
"Nothing like this is ever 'different', Paul. This isn't some Audrey Hepburn movie."
"I know! It's just, well, y'know!"
John rolled his eyes. "No, I don't know. Why's this bird so important to you? She's no different from any other."
"You haven't even seen her."
John closed his eyes. "I could just imagine her now...Some big-busted, blonde, Marilyn Monroe wannabe with caked-on make-up and a dress ending at her crotch. That sum it up?"
Paul scoffed. "She's not some whore, John. Why do you think she's makin' me wait?"
John shrugged. "Look, I'd much rather you have some random chick following you around than that red-headed twat invading' the place."
"Well you don't have to worry about that 'cause she's not comin'."
"Oh happy day!" John sang.
Paul smiled and asked, "Why do you hate her so much?"
"Why do you like her so much? Or did, anyway."
"Hey, I don't hate her, y'know."
"Damn, my plans are foiled once again." John said.
"Guess so."
"And when do I get to meet this mystery woman?"
Paul stood up. "Probably when we're about to leave." He said as he walked to the kitchen and raided John's refrigerator.
"Oh yeah? And when does Brian get to meet her?" John asked from the other room.
Paul shrugged to himself. "I dunno, about the same time everyone else does, I guess."
John appeared suddenly beside Paul, arms crossed over his chest. "Are you kiddin' me? If Brian finds out last minute that you're bringin' some chick you picked up off the street, he'll butcher you like yesterday's cow."
"I doubt that."
"Oh do you, now? Fine, just don't come cryin' to me when he flips a shit."
Paul sighed. "Why do you think I woke you up at bleedin' 5 in the mornin'? I told you I needed someone to back me up!"
"I'm not Jesus, Paul. Close, but not quite."
"Oh c'mon, how hard can it be to convince him? It's just a girl." Paul said.
"Don't underestimate an angry Brian, son." John answered. "I heard fags get pretty darn nasty when pissed off."
"So you're saying I should just talk to him now?"
John nodded.
He thought for a moment and then sighed. "Alright."
"Good luck, mate." John said, smiling. "Bring me a souvenir from hell!"
"Oh, no," Paul began, grabbing his arm and heading for the door, "you're comin' along with me."
~Ok, so you can definitely blame school for the unusually long wait. God, it's been months. Everyone probably gave up on this story by now but, hey, I started the chapter forever ago so I might as well finish it. So sorry again for the wait. I hope it doesn't happen again. Also, sorry if it sucked. It's 10:40 pm and I did much more than my body can handle today in gym alone. Oh and since I'm just the queen of apologies today, if I may add, I'm sorry for all the language. I reread it and thought some stuff was a bit...inappropriate. But that might just be me. Yeah, I'm gonna shutup now. Thanks for reading!~