I'm With the Beatles

It's All Too Much

I climbed back into bed, curling up underneath the covers. Paul laid beside me, wrapping his strong arm around my waist.

"I'm sorry fer acting like a fool earlier, love," he apologized with sincerity.

"No, I'm sorry," I reprimanded.

He pulled me closer to him and I smelt smoke on his breath. Ugh, cigarette smoke is definitely not a girl's best friend.

"What exactly did ye mean by 'rockstar's girlfriend'?"

"Well...I look at Cynthia and she's so miserable with her marriage to John. I can tell she really loves him, but it's like she has to make him happy for him to even acknowledge her! That's why I feel I need to make you happy, and I know how much you like to-"

"Really? Is that all? Lizzie, this is why I want to wait! They 'ad sex from the very get-go and she was pregnant. Julian is basically the only thread that is keeping them together. Do ye want that to 'appen to us?" he wondered, kneading his thumb in the very spot where George was holding earlier.

"I just really want to make sure you actually do love me, Paul," I softly spoke.

"Can I be 'onest to ye, love? I-I got a bird pregnant, once. She ended up with a miscarriage, so I decided to leave. It was just the same predicament John went through, but Cynthia didn't lose their baby. I mean, I just wasn't ready fer that, and I felt as though she wasn't me true love. I didn't feel fer her or Jane like I feel fer ye," he honestly confessed.

"I-I don't know what to say," I faltered.

Paul held me tighter and lightly kissed my neck.

"Just tell me ye'll wait. Then, we'll know we truly love each otha."

He made a good argument there, but the littlest doubt still lingered in my mind.

"I can't stay up long. We 'ave to be ready fer rehearsals at two, then we appear on Ed Sullivan at eight," he informed me. He rubbed my back as he drifted off to sleep.

When I noticed he wasn't awake anymore, I silently cried and ran my fingers along his perfect face. Soon, I passed out.
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"Oh, Lizzie!"

I awoke to see a full head of blonde hair hovering above me. I recoiled in shock.

"Hehe, it's only me," Cynthia giggled. She was dressed to the nines in the dress she purchased yesterday. She was beautiful and she paradoxed me, who was still in her clothes from last night.

"What time is it?" I groggily questioned, rubbing my eyes.

"It's five. So, ye only 'ave three hours until we 'ave to be downstairs for the show! I was wondering if ye would like me to 'elp ye get ready."

"Of course!"

I ran straight into the bathroom to wash up as Cynthia picked out a dress for me to wear.

"Is this one alright?"

As I walked out of the shower, I marveled at the white gown Cynthia held up. It was beautiful!

"Oh, and there's this necklace and these earrings," she added, pointing to the pearl accessories on the nightstand.

"It's perfect, Cynthia! Thank you!"

After I changed, she offered to fix my hair for me, which I happily obliged. She pulled it up into a big bun, then sprinkled glitter over it.

"There! Paul should neva forget ye or lose ye tonight," she laughed.

"I might break cameras!"

We glanced back at the clock and noticed we had an hour left. I sat back down on the bed and twiddled my thumbs. Cynthia noticed my nervousness.