AN: Hey, guys! Thank you so much for the reviews you left me about the last part, I loved reading them! I'm so glad that you guys are looking forward to the next part after that little cliffy I left you with, so I thought I'd update today. I hope you like it and by the way this part is kind of the beginning of some big things happening. Feel free to leave your thoughts on this part, if you want. Enjoy!
I see him smile friendly and then set the sandwich and drink on his dresser before walking over and I hand it to him, "You're acting like you found my little black book with all of my dirty secrets in it." he comments and I grow puzzled.
"I uh thought that I maybe had on accident."
"Oh, is that why you were so eager to read it?" he questions with his eyebrows raised as he smirks a huge one.
"No. I wasn't eager to read it for one and-."
"I'm just joking with you, darling. It's not my black book full of my secret escapades or anything, or a bloody diary like girls keep. It's just a notebook I have handy if I come up with some lyrics in the morning or at night, I've also drawn in there when I've gotten bored, and jotted a few things down too." he reveals with a smile that isn't ashamed or embarrassed and I see him look down at the page the notebook is turned to and his eyes go a little big.
"And you have it under your pillow?"
He looks up and nods once with a soft laugh flowing from his full lips as it sits in his pale hands that have some of the downy, black hair that covers his arms in a forest of it, "Well I did have it hid in a better spot that was less obvious, mind you. I stuck it back there after I jotted some lyrics down, but yeah isn't that where people stash their little keepsakes away, under their pillow?"
"I've only ever kept my Bible under there, or I did as a kid, but it would always bug me because of the weird feeling." I comment and he grins and then sighs as he skims through the page and then he looks back to me.
"You didn't happen to read the whole page, did you?"
"No. I only got a few sentences read before you came in and caught me red handed with it." I answer and I see him rub his eyes that are beginning to look tired.
"Whew," he responds as he pretends to wipe a drop of sweat from his forehead that is mostly hidden by his thick hair. "That's good you only got that far."
"Oh, really? Is that because you have some naughty things written down on that page, mister?" I tease while scooting over to try and look over his shoulder at the still open book, but of course he snaps it shut. I frown at him as he continues to smirk giddily.
"No, no, no, of course not. But I am going to hide it in a much better spot so you won't find it again." he responds and he stands from the springy bed while closing it and I huff.
"What, why not? If it doesn't have bad stuff or secretive things in there, then why can't I read it?"
"Well you wouldn't let me read your personal diary, now would you?" he inquires as he half faces me.
"I don't keep a diary, so that's out of the question."
He grins and then his eyebrows raise, "But still, I'm sure you had one at a time, and you wouldn't be comfortable having me read it with me own eyes, correct?"
"Yeah, fine. I guess not." I respond with a defeated sigh and he winks at me before tossing it into one of the drawers of his dresser. I do want to read the rest of that page that was about me, but there's no way I'm going through his drawers.
"See."
I sigh and sink back into the bed to have my head fall onto the pillow and I close my eyes before I feel his warm fingertips brushing my stray hairs off of my forehead and I open my eyes to see him sitting beside me.
"Are you still feeling under the weather, love? You know, I'm no doctor but your head does feel a bit warm." he asks and I sigh.
"Paul, I'm okay. I'm sure that it isn't a bug of any kind and that it's just from stress. I had it happen back in high school after I finished finals. I should be right as rain in the morning." I assure him and he nods after a second of building himself up to believe me.
He leaves my side again to grab his sandwich that I admit looks mighty good with the ham, black olives and onions it has on it, but I just stuck with the fizzy soda I sipped slowly as he ate his tiny meal sitting up against the wall.
"Do you want me to get you anything?" he questions as he chews on a toothpick while he stands near the door holding his plate that is empty except for the few crumbs the hungry guy didn't clean off.
"No, I'm fine. Thanks for asking though." I respond and he nods his head and turns for the door before his look shifts and he looks back to me as I lay down with the covers over my tired body.
"You don't mind if I go hang out George downstairs for awhile, do you?"
"No, Paul, of course not. I'm just going to try and fall asleep again, so I'd be a real boring party compared," he grins. "Alright, if you say so, darling. If you need me just holler." he responds kindly.
I nod my head in a silent understanding before he flips off the light and quietly shuts the door behind him. I exhale and turn over to face the empty wall that he's laid against before as we spoke in the morning or late at night. I see his smiling face at one of those times glued to my eyelids as the silence covers me in it's blanket and the darkness brings it all together. I think of his friendly smile before I drift off into a dreamless sleep as my back side aches and my stomach feels unsure to me. What a day it has already been, and it's not nearly over yet.
I slowly wake up later on to find darkness surrounding me even more and I reach my arm over to turn on the lamp and I notice a plastic bucket sat by the bed in case I get sick again, Paul must of brought it up while I was sleeping. I toss the covers back to walk into the dark hall and I suddenly hear voices that I at first thought I was maybe hearing since I just woke up, but I here them again. They're coming from downstairs, I realize.
"Is she still asleep up there?" a sharp voice that I recognize to be John's speaks and I tip toe over to the stairs and I take a seat on one of the first few steps from the top. Am I this 'her'?
"I suppose, even though it's been quite awhile. She needs it though." Paul responds in his smooth voice.
"Oh is Paulie sad that he doesn't get to spend the night with his bird Courtney?" John mocks in his teasing tone as I eavesdrop even though I feel the guilt in my gut at doing so.
"Oh, shut your trap, John." he returns in a voice that doesn't sound angry to me. Somebody sighs and then whistles for a minute and I tuck my hair to behind my ear.
"So. . what were these bumps in the road that made you lot run late earlier? You never did tell what they were, you know." John asks in a balanced tone and I let my head rest on the wall to my left.
"Well, do you remember that bloke Robbie I told you about the other day?"
"Sure, he was that guy who came to the door and sounded like a softie apologizing when you could hear the lying in his voice." John responds to Paul's question as I play with the frayed hem of my skirt and I look to the white washed walls of the hallway that extend just a few more steps down.
"Yeah, that one. About him, Court ran into him at work-."
"But didn't you stop there for lunch or whatever, so why didn't you do something about it then?"
"Come on, John, let me bloody finish," Paul replies in a tone that you would think would be mad but isn't to John's words that cut into his. I feel like John would make a goofy face at Paul right about now. "Yeah yeah, go on then." John responds as the after effects of sleep leave my system.
"Anyways, he wasn't there when I had lunch but he obviously came in after since he was there trying to speak to her when I went to pick her up. He wouldn't leave her alone and we kind of got into it 'cause he was being a dickhead to her."
"How so?" John asks for a sort of explanation and I look behind me to the hallway expecting to see Ringo or George who must be out or something. I wonder what time it is.
"Well he kept on bugging her and trying to make things alright again, and then she told me that he wanted to be even more than friends with her," John lets an amused chuckle escape his lips then. "He wouldn't back down either, and I tell ya I would've said plenty more but by then she was kinda getting freaked out by it all so we left. And then she got sick when we arrived at the studios, hence why she's been asleep for the last few hours."
"She seems like a kind of tough girl, so what would she be getting freaked out by?"
"The possibility of hits being taken again; and not just her, but me too." Paul responds and I hear one of them yawn as I sit alone here in the darkness, finally feeling rested and no longer nauseous like earlier.
"Aww isn't that just sweet? She cares about little ol' you and what happens to you. Aren't you and her just the perfect pair?" John teases. "But you must remember that you haven't even known her a bloody week!"
"Would you quit bringing that up? You've only mentioned it twenty damn times! I know that she's been here almost a week, and so what if she has? I still like her, and care about her, and she's a great girl, you must admit. Well maybe you would know if you set aside ten minutes to try and get to know her." Paul retorts and he groans and I hear the squeaking of floor boards. I hurry to stand up and I shuffle up the steps to hide against the wall, but the steps just fade away instead of coming closer.
"She's your girlfriend or whatever you two are calling each other these days, not mine." John calls out as I think about the things they're saying; they're all about me.
I notice that Paul doesn't respond and the whistling returns after it left a bit ago, "She is from America, you know!" John notes loudly.
"Yes, I know that perfectly well. But what does it have to do with anything?" Paul responds and I hear his voice get louder as if he left a room to return to the living room where the two must be.
"You don't like her just 'cause of her accent, do yah?"
"No, but it's a pretty fantastic accent, don't you think?" Paul responds and I hear the smile in his voice as I strain to hear their words from my stance at the top of the stairs.
"You were about to say 'sexy' instead of fantastic, huh?"
"Maybe. Maybe not." Paul replies and they both chuckle softly and then they both fade to random sighs.
I hear the hum of the heating, a sound that isn't so strange to me since I used to lay in bed back home listening to it until I fell asleep, "We can't do this whole living arrangement for long, you know, Paul. We're getting even more famous 'round the world and we're going to be traveling plenty more. We could go to America soon, mate!" John notes. I almost forgot their touring and how they were gone so much from home because of it.
"I know, John, something will be figured out," my face falls at his words that sound like he agrees with John completely, almost. "I'm not just going to leave her here though, since she doesn't know the town or hell the country."
"She can't come with, Paul." John notes in a bold voice that I remember hearing in interviews when he seemed uncomfortable or even more, irritable.
"What is it that you have against her, huh? She never did anything to you or picked a fight with you! I like her and if you have a problem with that then tough luck." Paul replies and I can't help to smile at hearing his defensive words that stick up for me. I've never had a guy or hardly anyone stick up for me like Paul.
He's been a lot of firsts for me.