AN: HI! How are you all? What have you been up to? I hope you're all doing good, and that life is treating you great! Gone to any cool concerts lately? Done anything Beatles? I just entered some writing of mine into the local writing contest, I won first last year, somehow haha. It'd be nice if I did good this year, too. I'd love to hear how you're doing and if any cool Beatles stuff has happened to you, lately. I'm still amazed at your support, to be honest, you're all incredible. I hope some of you are still interested in this story. Well I thought I would post this as a little treat. I don't really like how this chapter starts off, but hopefully it's not as stupid as I fear. I hope you enjoy it. Please review it, and let me know what you think. I thought I'd also let you know I'm over on Wattpad now - same username, but I don't have anything up, yet. I'm thinking about posting a One Direction fanfic story I'm currently working on, and loving. I'd love it if you came and checked it out, I think I might post it soon when I find the time and nerve, haha. Good to see you guys, again! :)
"An interview?" I ask, bewildered as we walk up to a tv studios and he pulls me inside.
"Yeah, an interview."
"No, no, no, no," I object. I plant my feet to stop as we're in this in between place - not yet in the building, really; but we've entered the building and then there's another set of doors in front of us. Like the middle room of sorts.
"Court," he begins. I pull my hand from his and turn to walk out the door as he takes my hand again and walks around to face me.
"What, why are you leaving all of a sudden?"
"I'm not going to be in on this with you," I answer him and I feel his fingers lace with mine as a draft of cold air hits us
"Oh, yes you are. And it's only going to take me maybe an hour and you can stay backstage, all you want. There's food back there and nice people who work here."
"But I don't know them. I only know you."
"Then come with me, still. It's only a telly show with us lads playing a couple of songs. If you don't wanna sit in the back then join the audience so I can at least see you," he proposes. When I look away to the gray carpet, I find our pair of feet clad in black shoes sitting only a number of inches away from each other.
"Please, Court?"
"But the fans don't like me, Paul. What if they-," I start but he shushes me with a tender kiss that I most definitely wasn't thinking was going to happen. His pair leave mine with that usual sound of a kiss and his small smile warms me right up.
He gives my hand a small tug and then leads me through the doors somebody holds open. I look down mostly as people wave to Paul and he leads me to a set of doors thathave a sign labeled 'backstage' and he stops us there, "Well, what're you going to do? Now that I think of it you only have the choices of being apart of the audience or waiting for me. I'd love for you to do either, but it's up to you, love."
I exhale and look up to see his begging eyes planted on me with a puppy dog look. Ismile and then look around to only see this long hallway, "Alright, where do I buy a ticket?"
"At the booth up front in the lobby," he pauses and I easily see his pleased smile. "I'm sure there's still some left and it won't really matter if you get a bad seat or not 'cause I'll see you after. Oh yeah, about that - meet me at the corner and I'll come by the in car, yeah? Yeah. See ya later, love." he concludes and sends me one last smile after I wish him luck. We part ways as I have this weird and almost bad feeling at leaving him because of earlier and the way I felt when he was nowhere to be found.
I blow out a breath as my ears fill with the chattering of girls older as well as younger than me, but mostly younger. It becomes a hum to me as I join the line that files down the flight of stairs to sit on a wooden chair. I look to the dark haired girl sitting to me who I immediately recognize when she looks to her right, to me.
"You liar, you said you were going to work!"
She laughs and tucks her hair behind her ear before her lips now wearing a dark red speak, "Darling, that's code for skipping and going to a concert!"
I chuckle along with her and then the lights dim and our eyes are averted to the stage a few hundred feet from us. We didn't land the best of seats, but it's all the same as the blue velvet curtains pull back to reveal a wide stage and a brunette woman holding a microphone along with the four men I know all too well.
"Ah, they're all so handsome! I wouldn't mind getting to be held by a pair of those arms." Izzy squeals. I giggle at her words and then get a small pang of jealousy, but I sense that she doesn't mean Paul since her eyes aren't set on him. Silly me.
I look away from her wild look to see the four sharp dressed men and the certain one whose hand was just in mine hardly fifteen minutes ago as he holds his brown bass to his chest wearing a different blazer apart of his spiffy suit.
"I'm jealous of the lucky birds who get to go home with those handsome men," Izzy comments as the roar of the crowd begins to die down. I remember that she doesn't know about Paul and I, like I've tried to hide from her and apparently have succeeded at doing.
The male host begins before giving the time to a blonde host who introduces the boys and they bust out into 'Twist and Shout' right away as they sway in their sharp suits. I see people from the crowd go to dance on the floor in front of the stage. Izzy doesn't take long to grab my hand and pull me down there with her as I try not to trip or get squished by others. Once our feet hit the floor where couples and groups of girls are dancing to the singing, Iz drags me over to the left side, as close to Paul and John as possible.
"Dance, Courtie!" she yells to me. I shake my head as her long legs move with the music while her lovely dress hugs her hips, and I look away to Paul who smiles big at me.
"Ooo, do you see who's looking at you?" Izzy remarks as my look returns to her while I blush a little and attempt to sway to the music, but I don't know the dances of this time and I've also never been much of a dancer.
"Yeah," I mumble as the music shakes us all. Izzy takes my hand again to dance with her while I just nervously laugh and I look to a few guys who dance crazily which makes us laugh harder.
The song soon finishes and the crowd of course roars with applause, Izzy and I included and then George is asked a few questions by the blonde and we all stay quiet while George comes up with witty replies and then I feel Izzy punch my shoulder, "What was that for?" I demand in a whisper and she cocks her head to her left. I look to behind me where her eyes dart to see Paul looking at me with a grin and he winks at me before they walk off.
A female singer comes to sing a song and then the boys play 'I'll Get You'. Izzy kept getting my attention to tell me that Paul had his eyes right on me while he sung some passionate lyrics and my cheeks welled with blush while I watched his lips move with the words and his fingers dart across the frets of his bass. I found his eyes to be on me a few more times while they played and also answered some more questions before the show ended and they headed backstage to change.
"Ah, George is so dreamy. I still can't believe how Paul kept looking at you, sweetie. You lucky ducky!" she exclaims as we carry our purses walking out. We walk away from the abandoned chairs that people quickly forgot about and towards the doors.
"Yeah, me too," I mumble in reply as I don't quite know what to say since it didn't surprise me a whole lot, but I feel flattered because of it. I recall a few girls giving me really dirty looks because of it.
"Alright, now is it that door or is it that one?" Izzy asks as we're faced with two ways to go. I can't remember which way to go either and then I hear a door slam behind us.
"Are you girls lost?" somebody questions from behind us and we spin to find who else but Paul - my Paul - casually standing there in his dressy outfit from earlier.
"U-uh...," Izzy's words appear to get caught in her throat. I notice her mouth to be hanging open and I see Paul to be getting a kick out of it.
"We're a bit lost, actually."
"Oh, well I was just leaving myself so I'd be happy to show you the way out if you'd like." Paul offers with a kind smile and I see Izzy gulp.
"S-sure," she stutters. He walks ahead of us to push open a pair of doors that I thought were the wrong way out, and we follow after him.
"What are your girls' names?" he inquires. He catches my gaze and gives me a secret wink. Oh, so this is how things are going to be.
"I'm Izzy and this is Courtney," my friend here seems to be finding her words again. She turns her head to meet my eyes and she smiles big at me like she's trying to say 'is this really happening?'.
"Oh, what lovely names you have. Especially you, love. I love your name." I didn't notice that Paul was addressing me until he stopped to let me catch up. He locks my gaze and grins big at me.
"Um, thanks."
"I saw you in the crowd and I thought you were beautiful, you know, and fancy that we're meeting now," he remarks. I look to Izzy who is just awestruck and looks as if she might faint. Then a laugh breaks from his lying lips and I join him.
"What's so funny, you two?" Iz questions as he takes my hand to hold. I look to see her expression that must be the most confused I've ever seen somebody be.
"I was just telling your friend here this hilarious joke about-."
I swat at his chest playfully and he giggles. I sigh, "Paul, stop it. I think our cover is blown." I comment. I see his head nod and he lets out a breath while biting his lip.
"What cover? Wait, do you-. No, there's no way-. But how?" Izzy stammers on her words. I frown, feeling bad about keeping this from her as we stand in this empty corridor while his warm hand sits in mine and sends heat into my pulsing veins.
"Iz, I'd like you to meet somebody. This is Paul McCartney," I stop because I realize how different things seem and even more bigger when I think of him as the celebrity he is. "And today isn't the first time I've met him, or seen him perform. I'm actually staying w-."
"You mean this is the boyfriend you were telling me about that night you stayed over - the one you got in a row with? The one who answered the phone today? Oh my gosh," she cuts in. I see it all cover her face, and she looks away for a moment as she processes this. I use the moment to look at Paul who's silent for the moment.
"Yeah, that's the one, Izzy."
"I hope these things that were said about me were nice," he remarks with a joking tone in his voice. When I look to him his amused smirk fades and then I return my focus to Isabelle who looks at me in shock.
"Why didn't you tell me? You knew that you could trust me."
She storms off before I get the chance to say anything and my hand leaves Paul's. I expect him to hold me back from running after her, but I just look back to him before dashing towards her figure as the hem of her dress floating behind her.
"Iz, please don't!" I call after her. She turns around and I see the pained look in her eyes.
"Don't you trust me? I know we don't know the other all that well, but I told you about Ray, Courtney."
"It's not that I don't trust you, Izzy. I was just worried about the way you would react, but then I figured out I had nothing to worry about. I was going to tell you, I really was." I announce as we stand in this hallway, just us two. And then she smiles and shakes her head.
"I'm sorry for being so unreasonable, doll, but you could've told me first thing, I hope you know."
"I want you to come meet him, for real. He's wonderful, Iz," I suggest with a smile pulling at my lips. She follows me back to him as he leans against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Ooo, so does that mean he likes kinky sex and to be in handcuffs?"
I laugh at her cheeky ask and Paul perks up as we get closer to him. The murmur of voices in the front hall begin to die off, "I wouldn't know," I mumble before we stop in front of him.
"Izzy, this is-."
"Hi, I'm Paul, her uh boyfriend and you must be the Isabelle I've heard so much about, " Paul cuts in and they briefly shake hands. What a gentlemen. Izzy nods her head shyly.
"Mmhmm, Izzy. I mean I'm Izzy Herron. Let me say first that I enjoyed every minute of your playing and singing, and why the hell did you say you didn't like The Beatles, you liar?" she turns to ask me the second thing no longer with the polite tone she used with Paul, but a sarcastic one. I see Paul's thin eyebrows he was asked on the show if he plucks rise.
"Uh oh."
"Yeah, uh oh. Do you not like my music anymore, Court?" he asks. I shake my head as I walk over to him and he snakes an arm around my waist and he gives me a look.
"You better not be lying again," he says. I laugh and then we all do and my head falls to his shoulder. I look to Izzy who has a look of awe on her face while looking at us.
"So, does this mean you can hook me up with one of the other Beatles? Please tell me it does!" Izzy inquires with an excited look. I laugh into the shoulder of Paul's jacket.
"No, I'm sorry, I don't do that. You'll have to peg them down yourself."
"Ah damn, that's always so much work," Iz grumbles nearly under her breath. Paul begins to lead us down the hall and to a side door where we step out onto the damp street where a mist of rain collides with the dark autumn air.
AN: Wouldn't it be nice if Fanfiction had a proper phone app? It is being so stupid for me - not letting me add breaks, not letting me bold passages, and it's editing different text than I'm trying to edit; so annoying and frustrating. Also, I thought I'd share this little one shot I wrote the other day about meeting current Paul at Coachella music festival. It'll be in my stories. Check it out if you want.