Imagine

“What?” I asked.

“Oh, luv. You are right this is a little fast. So what is your idea of the perfect man?” Paul asked. He looked at me while I thought.

“I am not really sure. Someone kind, gentle, intelligent, successful, loving, caring, handsome...” He kissed me in midsentence.

“If you find him what will you do?” He grinned devilishly in anticipation.

“I will wait for him to sweep me off of my feet,” I said returning his grin.

“You tease. Well even if I am not him, may I still have pleasure of sweeping you off of your feet?” He asked with a laugh.

“Oh, hell why not. You can try,” I said.

He tried to take my bra off again, but I stopped him, “Wait I have never been that far before, Paul. I like you but still I have only known you for one day!” I said.

“I knew it! You are a virgin. I knew the moment you pushed me away the first time. I just had to be sure. How old are you?” He asked.

“I am twenty-two,” I asked.

“So who was your first kiss?” He began to button my blouse.

“You were this morning.” I said giggling.

“Rubbish, I couldn’t have been your first kiss. You were too good,” He said.

“Honestly you were my first French kiss,” I told him seriously.

“That explains why you seemed a bit confused when I slipped my tongue in your mouth.”

I picked up the pillow and hit him with it. He began to laugh once again, and that started a pillow fight. John heard us laughing and came into the bedroom to see what was going on. Amidst the feathers he saw Paul shirtless and then I hit John with the pillow thinking he was Paul.

“I just come in here, see Paul shirtless, and then you hit me with a pillow? What the bloody hell is going on in here?” He playfully yelped.

“What is all of this?” I heard a voice shout.

I threw the pillow in the direction of the shout and hit Ringo with it.

“Little Char here has quite an arm, wouldn’t you say Richie?” John said.

“Hit me square on me head, she did.” He said while coming into the room. He soon noticed Paul looking for a shirt. “John, I think we should leave.” Ringo said and then winked at me. I threw another pillow his way, but he ducked, then I heard an oof and George said, “Bloody hell, what now?”

Paul had found a shirt and was buttoning it up when George came into the room. Then everyone was looking up at me. That was when I notice my blouse wasn’t buttoned up all the way. John just shook his head and laughed, George just stood there looking passive, and Ringo’s mouth just dropped mockingly. I looked over at Paul hoping that he could help me explain what had just gone on. Then John had to open his big mouth, “For a virgin, you certainly do move fast!”

I felt my cheeks turn red, George and Ringo tried to keep from laughing, and Paul just about burst. I stormed out of the room, and as I stormed by John I stomped down hard on his foot, to bad for him I chose to wear pumps. He yelped and cursed incoherently. Then everyone burst out laughing. I was about to head to John’s room, when Mal came up behind me with the key to the room next to John’s. I got my things out of John’s room and put them into mine. I heard someone enter John’s room, so thinking it was John I went in to give him hell on how I felt about him blurting out that I was a virgin in front of everyone, but I found Paul waiting for me instead. He indicated with his hand for me to sit beside him on the couch.

“John didn’t mean anything by what he said. He just sometimes...” Paul began.

I cut him off immediately, “Let John fight his own battles. Did John send you over here to apologize for him? Why did you come over here?”

“I thought you would come over here expecting to find John and you would be surprised to find me here. I don’t know what has come over me, but there is something about you that I find fascinating, luv. Could you take those heels off? I have already seen and felt what you can do, and I don’t want to end up like John did in there,” Paul said.

I took the shoes off and he let out a mockingly worried breath, he was holding. “Now that you are ready to hear me out without killing me, I will commence to try and have a civil conversation with you. What is your family like? Where are you from? How do you feel about me?” he continued to bombard me with questions.

I answered as many of the questions as I possibly could, but after awhile I just stopped talking and kept thinking about that tiny scar on his lip. He looked down at me wondering why I had stopped talking. I felt more than physically attracted to this man. He was no longer just a Beatle to me, now he was just a guy. I began to feel dizzy in his presence. He took notice of my behavior and thinking I was about to faint asked, “Are you al...” I kissed him, and I felt that tiny scar on his lip. I finally lifted my head from the kiss and gazed into his dazed, sparkling eyes. For a moment I could have sworn there was some kind of longing in his eyes, but the look changed so fast I couldn’t be sure. The door swung open and John came charging in.

“Not in my room! Out Paul,” John said. “Wait Char, I am sorry for saying what I did back in Paul’s room, but damn those pumps hurt like bloody hell!”

“You shouldn’t have said a damn thing! We made a promise. You broke it first so I broke my end of it to get even! You are a bastard, and you should think before you speak! How would you like it if I told someone something really personal about you?! Oh no you just told your best mates, the Beatles! Now George Harrison, Ringo Starr, and Paul McCartney think I am a virgin! Why not tell the entire world?!” I shrieked.

The rest of the guys came into John’s room to see why their names had been mentioned in this little argument. I picked up a vase and threw it at John. He ducked just in time and swore. He tried to get out but George and Ringo were blocking the door. Paul and Ringo burst out laughing, and George tried to control himself as John ducked out of the way of a well aimed lamp.

“Quit throwing things! Don’t you know how expensive that stuff probably is. I am going to have to pay for it! Ahh! Put that down!” He shouted as I picked up another lamp.

“You bastard I should throw you off of the balcony!” I shouted as Paul came at me from behind grabbed me. Everything happened so fast after that I was on the couch with Paul holding me down. Mal came into John’s room with Brian on his heels. Ringo and George burst out laughing, and with a shout from Paul, John came out of hiding.

“What in...” Mal said. “John care to explain? Paul what are you doing to her? What are you two laughing at?” Mal was very confused.

Paul continued to hold me down, but I was putting up some fight. “George, Ringo someone help me here!”

“What mate can’t handle her?” Ringo said grinning. I doubled my efforts of trying to get free and I got my left arm free and hit Paul. George came over and helped Paul hold me down. John began to laugh, because he was sure I wouldn’t be able to get loose from being held down by two men.

“I just pissed her off, Mal. Hey, boys you think she will behave now?” John said while biting his lip to keep from laughing.

“John you can’t expect us to help you every time you get her mad!” George said as I tried to kick Paul. “Are you sure you want her on to come to England with us?”

“She certainly is exciting isn’t she?” John replied. “I feel sorry for the poor lout who marries her!”

I began to calm down. George just smirked as he let me go, and Paul got off of me. John came over to me and kissed me hard. I slapped him when he let me up for air. He just laughed. Paul punched him in the stomach, and then John tried to hit Paul back but Mal stopped him. I walked out of John’s room and into mine. Paul followed me. His eye was beginning to swell and darken from where I hit him.

“I am sorry Paul, I didn’t mean to hit you. It is just...” I didn’t know how to finish.

“You have one hell of a left,” he said.

“I promise I will never do that again,” I said.

“With all of that fight in you, you wouldn’t think you would need John’s help to get that man off of you.”

“I don’t know what came over me back there. I was just really mad at John for making that comment, and I just I don’t know,” I began to unwind as I explained how I felt about John’s commentary.

“Don’t worry luv, John doesn’t have a brain when it comes to thinking. You are the only person I have ever seen that could stand up to John like that. You even managed to hold your own ground. That is very impressive,” Paul said and kissed me.

Just then George came in. He looked at me with a speculative glance, and then began to smirk. “Rather impressive. I never thought I would meet a bird who could hold her own with John.”

“I am sorry George I promise I won’t let it happen again,” I said feeling a little embarrassed. “I have never actually done that before. I’ve never ever done anything so outrageous before, and I won’t ever let John get to me like that again.”

“Paul, I would like to talk to Charlene alone, please,” George said. Paul walked out of the room and I was alone with George. He was quiet for a long time, obviously thinking something over strongly. He looked at me again and that smirk appeared for a split second on his face again, and then he finally spoke. “Charlene, I don’t know much about you, but I would like to learn a few things about you. First of all, how did you meet John?”

“It was last night when he saved me from my boss Bill. At the time I didn’t even know who he was,” I said.

“Okay, I don’t think you could have planned any of this. What’s between you and Paul?” he asked continuing his interrogation.

“I don’t know, but if you think I am trying to get close to him so I can use him and spend his money you are wrong. If you want I will leave right now. I don’t need to hear you call me some kind of money hunter,” I told him. He looked at me and smiled, not a smirk but a friendly kind of smile.

“You can stay. Hopefully we will be good friends, just try not to kill John!” He said and we both got a good laugh out of that.

George and I walked out of my room laughing and I went into John’s room to apologize. John looked a little worried and checked to see if their was anything in my range that could be thrown.

“John, I would like to apologize to you. I don’t know what came over me, and I won’t let it happen again,” I said.

“Think nothing of it,” he told me.

He got up and headed straight toward me. His arms wrapped around me and he leaned down and kissed me. I felt myself melt in his arms as I gave into the kiss. I found myself wanting more. I began to respond desperately to John’s kiss, but after a moment Paul’s face flashed in my mind. I heard John’s voice, “What’s wrong?” He knew immediately when my I looked down at the floor. “Ah, bloody hell. You just met him this morning! At least let me in on this: who is your favorite Beatle?”

“I don’t have a favorite Beatle anymore, because now I know who you really are. You have a life and are a person not just a Beatle, but before I met you I would have said you.”

“Go to him. I will see to getting you some decent clothes! McCartney better thank me for this later on, but if he hurts you don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“John, if he hurts me, will you lend me a shoulder to cry on?” I asked.

“I will lend you more than that!” He said. “Go on now. You know I’m regretting this right?”

“You were the one that wanted me to stay and be with you in England!”

“Char, I will say this, get to know him before you give him your heart among other things.” John said.

I went into my room to think about what had happened. I kept thinking, “I can’t be in love! I have only known the guy for one day!” Thoughts of Paul drifted in and out of my head. I felt a physical longing to be with Paul, but after awhile my thoughts drifted to John. At the thought of John I felt as though I would completely melt. I quickly buried my thoughts of John and concentrated on Paul.

There was a knock on my door. I went to answer it, and Paul was at the door. I let him in. He sat down on the couch. We soon began to talk about nothing and everything. One of those really good talks where you get know somebody. I felt strange. Something kept tugging at my mind but I just didn’t know what it could be. After a while Brian came into my room looking for Paul. Paul and I had been talking for hours! It was time for Paul to get ready for the last concert of the tour. Paul went back to his room. There was a knock at my door and someone handed me a box and quickly left. I took the box into my room and opened it. Inside was a beautiful black dress, and a note that read:

Char,
I know you didn’t want me to spend my money, but it is my bloody money. Wear this tonight at the concert. Don’t worry I will behave, but just watch yourself around McCartney, I know I will be watching. Please wear this to the after concert party we are having downstairs as well. Be sure and save me a dance. Hope you enjoy the concert. Your Winnie will be a waitin”!

Winston

P.S. Leave your hair down, it looks very sexy down.

He had bought the dress! I couldn’t believe it. I went to the bathroom and put it on and fixed my tousled hair. I felt a slight ache building in my heart as I looked in the mirror. I kept thinking of how sweet that was of John. As I finally finished up getting ready I heard a knock at my door and Paul asked to see if I was ready. I did a few quick touches on my make-up and walked out into the hallway. Paul arched his eyebrows at me in amusement. Ringo and George whistled, and John said, “A definite improvement in the wardrobe!”

I watched the show from backstage. I kept thinking of how lucky I was to be backstage while watching the performance, and of how I would be going to England with them. The trip was in two days and Brian had already gotten all of the necessary information I would need for a passport. Throughout the entire concert my gaze shifted from John to Paul, continuously. I felt a longing to run onto the stage and wrap my arms around Paul and kiss him in front of everyone, but then John would probably get into one of his moods. Finally the show was over. Paul ran into my arms as soon as they said goodbye to the crowded stadium. Paul held my hand and we sprinted through the halls and we all jumped into the huge limousine that awaited to take us to the hotel.

When we got to the hotel I was half dragged by Paul to the suite where the after concert party would take place. As soon as we got onto our hall the walls were shaking from the loud music. Paul grabbed my hand and we ran to into the room of the party. As soon as we entered the room Paul had me dancing. He was an amazing dancer, but my mind kept wondering why John kept watching me with this strange look in his eyes. I was beginning to get a little tired of the fast songs and told Paul I was going to sit down awhile. Then a slow dance came on. John came up to me and asked me if he could have this dance. I went onto the floor with him and I immediately noticed Paul watching me. John saw Paul too and pulled me closer to him. There was another slow song that followed and George somehow managed to get me before Paul.

“If I were you I wouldn’t dance anymore slow songs with John. Paul is fuming. Look luv, here is a warning for ya, Paul has a way with women, so don’t get caught in his trap. Get to know him before you give him your heart, and be sure you know his intentions above all,” George said as we danced. I rested my head on his shoulder and he blushed. “None of that now, Paul is watching.”

“Only one day and I have discovered three best friends and a possible love interest. What next?” I sighed.

“Marriage, preggers, and children!” George said with his crooked smile. I couldn’t help it, and I began to smile at his little joke.

The slow songs had given me a little rest when Ringo whisked me onto the floor in one of his mad dances. “I take it you have been warned o’ good ole Paulie, so I will just say go for it. If the bloke hurts you run to John, and Paul will get the shit beat out o’ him!” Ringo said in a slurred voice. I just blushed.

They were getting drunk, and then I noticed that Paul was smoking something that wasn’t a cigarette! My guess was pot! When the song was over a slow song began and Paul managed to get me onto the floor. “Havin’ a good time? You have been the belle of the ball, now for quite some time. So what have you been talking about with my ole mates? They have been warning you, no doubt,” He said.

Once the song was over I went over to John and told him I was going to my room. “Hey luv, you’re goin’ to need some jammies. You can borrow one of my shirts this time, kay,” John said. I couldn’t tell if he had been drinking or not, but he was certainly in high spirits. I took him up on his offer and stopped by his room, grabbed one of his shirts, and went to my room. I began to undress and get ready for bed when I heard John’s door slam and a very loud crash. I ran into his room and found a very drunken Paul out cold on the floor. I went to the party room and I suddenly remembered that I was wearing John’s shirt. “Oh, well I don’t have much time to care. Paul might really be hurt!” I thought. I stuck my head into the door and George saw me. He nudged John, who was surrounded by a whole flock of girls. They must have seen the distress on my face, because John immediately broke away from the stricken girls and George came rushing over. They came out into the hall and noticed that I was only wearing John’s shirt and some undergarments. John began to whistle but I cut him off. “I’m sorry to interrupt your good time, but I need help. Paul is in John’s room, on the floor completely out of it. I don’t really know what to do.”

“Bloody hell, leave it to Paul to ruin me evening. Well lets go help the bloody bastard back to his room,” John said and we went to his room. Paul was still as I had left him; out cold on the floor.

“He is going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning,” George said as he and John hefted him up. They headed toward my room, and ended up dropping him into my bed.

“Oh, hell no. Not in my room,” I said dismayed.

“Look I know you probably weren’t expecting this, but if we cart him through the hall to his room, someone is bound to see him,” George said.

“Well where am I supposed to sleep? I can’t go to his room. I can’t put John out, and the couch is really uncomfortable!” I said and noticed a smile appearing on John and George’s faces.

“Well he can’t put up a defense, so why not take this as an advantage to sleep with the great Paul McCartney!” John said and we all burst out laughing. Our little outburst made Paul stir but he was still out. I managed to look at a clock to see that it was one in the morning!

“Since he is stuck in my room, I suppose that means that I am stuck caring for him in the morning,” I said sounding exasperating and feeling overwhelmed. John and George cracked up.

They left after a few minutes of laughing at me in John’s shirt. I sat in a chair next to the bed and fell into a restless sleep. At about four-thirty in the morning I was awakened by moaning, I looked up to find Paul holding his head like it was killing him. I quickly found a trash can and brought it over to him just in time. He began to throw up. He looked up to see where he was and who was helping him, and the look I saw in his eyes appeared to be humility. I gently pushed a strand of hair out of his face. He turned to see where I had come from and noticed the chair I had recently occupied. I went to the bathroom and brought him a cold damp wash cloth to wipe off his face. I sat on the edge of the bed and gently began to wipe his sweating forehead and the rest of his face when he lifted his hand and took hold of mine.

“I’m sorry you have to see me like this, luv. I’ll leave if you want. I didn’t mean to put you out or anything,” He said indicating the chair I had been sleeping in.

“You are in no condition to get out of bed, besides I don’t mind. I had a brother that got a lot of hangovers so I think I can handle you,” I said and then I felt his hand stroke my cheek.

“In this state I am completely harmless, so if you want you can climb into bed with me. I can put a sheet between us if you like, but you can’t possibly get much sleep in that chair,” He said smiling weakly.

“Okay,” I said, “But if you try any funny stuff I will get John and have him move you onto the couch!” He began to laugh, and then grimaced, grabbed his forehead, and moaned.

“I’ll get some aspirin.” I fumbled around in my purse and found a bottle of aspirin, handed him a glass of water and two of the pills. He looked at me thankfully, then noticed I was wearing one of John’s shirts.

After a few minutes he became drowsy, and I climbed into bed with him. He was soon out like a light, but I just laid there thinking about the strong male presence sleeping beside me. I finally fell asleep after what seemed like an eternity.

I awoke to John laughing and noticed him in the room at the foot of the bed. George suddenly walked in. Something was holding me down, that was when I noticed Paul’s arm around me. John noted my distress, and he laughed even harder. Ringo followed George to see what everyone was laughing at and he too burst with laughter, not even George the quiet one could hold back any longer. I finally managed to wriggle out from under Paul’s arm as I got out of the bed they noticed how rumpled my hair and John’s shirt were and ended up falling on the floor laughing.

“Have a good time?” Ringo asked.

“Oh bite me!” I said in reply.

John just looked up and said, “I think we’ll leave that to Paul!” and that made everyone laugh even harder. Paul finally woke up wondering what was going on. He noticed that I looked all rumpled and he blushed. That made the guys laugh still harder. Eventually they must have gotten stomach aches from all of that laughing because now they had tears in their eyes and were grasping their stomachs. I ran into the bathroom and got into the shower. Paul walked into the bathroom thinking I had started the shower for him and pulled back the curtain. I screamed and then heard more laughter coming from John’s room. Paul just blushed. He quickly walked out. I finished my shower, got dressed in jeans and a blouse, pulled my hair back into a ponytail, and walked into John’s room. John informed me that Paul had been blushing when he left my room and had gone back to his own room to finish getting showered and dressed. The look of exasperation on my face made John laugh again, and I just went back into my room.

I was about to go ask John if he had a book that I could borrow when Paul came into my room. Somehow he managed to get the extra key from Mal. I thought it was John.

“Hey, do you have a book I could borrow?” I asked.

“What do I look like, a bloody librarian?” Paul replied.

I looked up startled. Paul looked down at me appearing to be to slightly frustrated and embarrassed. Paul came closer to me and saw the surprised look on my face.

“I take it you weren’t expecting me. I can go if you want me too.”

“No, Paul, wait. I just want to let you know I am not mad at you for anything. You seem to be a great guy and all. I mean... I wasn’t expecting to see you um... so indisposed and ready for a... um... shower,” I stammered feeling like an awkward idiot.

“ It was my fault, it’s just I don’t know. I thought you were...” He blushed.

I began to twirl a loose strand of my hair around my finger and this seemed to catch Paul’s attention. He looked at me and it was like something inside him just woke up. He saw me in a new light. I saw him as a person, a presence that couldn’t be denied as masculine. I wanted to get up, and wrap my arms around him. I felt like doing that, but suddenly the spell was broken, as he began to grin.

“What?” I asked.

“Oh, nothing I was just thinking. Hey you look tense, would you like a back massage?” He asked with a devilish grin, while flexing his fingers.

“Sure.”

“Lay flat on your stomach on the bed then,” He said, and I noticed a small glint in his eye.

I did as he said and he got on the bed and climbed on top of me with ease. I began to tense up, and he told me to relax. Paul lifted the back of my shirt up and his strong hands gently began to rub my back. Soon he had my shirt off, but I was so relaxed I took no notice of it. He unhooked my bra, and he rubbed my back a little rougher, but it felt so good. He continued to kneed his gracious hands into my back and I began to moan, because it felt so good. He worked his way up to my shoulders. After awhile I was so relaxed I fell asleep. I awoke to see him sitting in the chair watching me. He must have put a blanket over me, and I noticed my shirt and bra on the floor. I looked up at him and smiled. He bent down, handed me my shirt and bra, and turned around so that I could put them on. I got off of the bed, came up behind him, wound my arms around his waist, and rested my head on his shoulder. He turned around to face me. I found myself gazing helplessly into his ever changing eyes. I kissed him, and caught him by surprise. After the kiss Paul looked down at me and pushed my hair back out of my face. I kept thinking about his beautiful eyes, and that small scar on his lip. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, all I knew was that he was gazing deeply into my eyes as though he were reading me. I loved the way the light in the room played on his facial features. He held me in a tight embrace. I noticed the strength in his arms, and how my body seem to fit to his. Every curve of my body met every groove of his, and vice versa. I felt like I was falling into some hidden abyss that was Paul McCartney. Just as we were about to kiss again, Ringo burst into my room.

“Hey, Paul, will you...” Ringo stopped abruptly when he looked up and saw Paul and I in a tender moment. “I think I will leave you two, now.” He finished, and his face grew red.

“Wait, Richie, what were you about to ask?” Paul said.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to go swimming, but it looks as though you have other plans,” He said indicating me.

I glared at Ringo and the looks I sent his way made him flinch. “I think I would like to go for a swim,” I said remembering the package that had arrived for me before Paul’s visit. John had sent me a blue bikini, just incase anyone wanted to go for a dip in the pool, or so his note read.

Paul and Ringo left to go to their rooms and I went into the bathroom to put on my new bathing suit. I wrapped myself in a towel feeling a little bit indisposed as I walk out into the hallway and met John, George, Paul, and Ringo in rather flattering swimming trunks. They all eyed me curiously wondering what I was wearing under my towel. When we got down to the heated pool I noticed that it was completely deserted. Someone had pulled some strings so we had the entire pool to ourselves. I laid my towel down on a chair was about to enter the pool when someone deviously came up behind me and pushed me in. I shrieked when I resurfaced and noticed John trying to look innocent but grinning like a mad hatter. I jumped up grabbed his hand and managed to pull him into the water. The others just laughed and jumped in to join us. Paul came up behind me and tried to drag me under and as John tried in vain to remove the top of my bathing suit. John succeeded and Paul lifted me up on his shoulders. I shrieked and began to curse as I covered my breasts up with my arms. George began to laugh and swam after John to get my top back for me and Ringo just stared blankly in shock. Paul threw me up into the air, caught me in his arms, and laughed. I was blushing as George brought me my top. I turned my back to the guys and hurriedly tried to put it on when I felt George helping me with the back clasp. As I turned around I saw John and Paul laughing. I began to swim after them, but soon gave up in my pursuit. When the need called for it John and Paul were very fast swimmers. George swam up behind me. “Don’t worry luv, we are the only ones in here. After all their are four walls and only two doors which are locked. John and Paul were only teasing. At least Ringo got a thrill out of it,” He said bursting with laughter. At that I splashed him. Soon all of us were splashing each other. I swam underwater directly for John. I grabbed his arms and drug him under. As I did that somehow he managed to get free and he kissed me (underwater).

I managed to kick loose and surface, and he came up sputtering from laughter. Paul arched his eyebrow and he swam over to me. I thought he was going to splash me but instead he just held me in his arms and kissed me, a long kiss that made the others whistled. I tried to push him away but he just looked down at me with a strange longing in his eyes. John splashed us and we snapped out of the “trance”.

After a couple of hours of swimming in the heated pool we decided to go back up to our rooms. We played some card games, and John won a game of dirty word scrabble, with words better left to the imagination. It was about nine when we all had to go to our rooms to pack, because in the morning we would be flying in a private jet straight to London.