We’ve decided to take a little break from writing. Sorry for not telling you guys before! School and exams are pretty crazy right now but we’ll try to write more and put it up as soon as things get organized again. Thank you guys for understanding!
We tried our best to forget about everything that was happening. It worked for a while but there were sometimes at night when things would just play on my mind. Lying beside George was all very well for now, but what on Earth would I do when he went off on tours around the world with the band and couldn’t take us? Sitting at home waiting to come back seemed like torture. Our conversations that night very rarely changed from the subject of Christmas. Paul was talking about a new model of camera he wanted but there was no doubt that he was in the position to just buy it for himself anyway. I was genuinely stumped when I was asked what I wanted for Christmas. I literally had everything I ever wanted yet I was expected to ask for more.
“I wouldn’t mind learning the bass. I’ve always loved guitar, but I wonder if I’d be any good.” There was a dead silence before anyone spoke again. It wasn’t a familiar sight to see a girl especially as small as me with a heavy bass guitar. “I’ll teach you,” Paul began “who knows you could be better than that Paul in the Beatles.” He chirped before I showered him with compliments about his playing style. He really was a fabulous bass guitarist and I’ve always admired him. “Just as long as you teach me some of his tricks afterwards, he’s quite secretive you know” George giggled softly as his friend blew a raspberry with his arm wrapped around Jackie’s neck. After a few more minutes of chatter, we were almost alarmed at the sound of the house telephone ringing. Paul frowned almost to say ‘who the bloody hell could that be at this time?’ and I couldn’t have agreed more. He answered with an abrupt and slightly put out tone.
“Hello?” the frown continued to paint itself all over his face. I glanced to George a few times and he shrugged his shoulders in puzzlement. As soon as he placed the receiver back on the stand, we immediately demanded to know what was said. “It was just Brian. We’ve been called into the record company office tomorrow to discuss the album we’re gonna do after this one comes out.” Jackie rolled her eyes and sat back against the cushions on the sofa. “I guess we’ll have to entertain ourselves tomorrow then, Jack.” I was looking forward to it if I’m completely honest, it had been too long since the last time we had a girly day all to ourselves. Not since the holiday anyway. George had gotten up to make a warm drink before we decided to turn in for the night. While he had gone, I sat and admired the relationship between Paul and Jackie. I wonder if she ever knew the way he looked at her when she couldn’t see. The way he coiled her hair around his fingers and kissed her shoulders as she rested against his chest. It was just beautiful to see.
A few bursts of laughter and a milky brew later, we finally summoned up enough courage to drag ourselves to bed. Our bedroom doors were positioned almost directly opposite to each other. George had his hand on the door frame behind me as we said goodnight. I was still a little bashful about getting undressed in front of him to he didn’t mind going into the en-suite. He acted as though he didn’t mind but I had hoped it wasn’t bothering him for some reason. It wasn’t that I wasn’t comfortable; it was just a strange situation to find yourself in. Your favourite member of your favourite band being your boyfriend for almost 4 months was difficult to adjust to if you thought about it too much. Nevertheless he returned and set his alarm clock for 5:30 AM sharp to get to London with Paul in time for the meeting. He lightly kissed my nose and lips before turning himself over to catch some sleep. Now all Jackie and I had to do was decide what we would do tomorrow.
So sorry for the long wait to post the new chapter. Things have been so busy since school started up, so many projects, so much homework, etc. you get the point. I’ve (this is Jackie speaking) had some hard times in October and this month. We unfortunately had to put one of my dogs to sleep so I’m so sorry for not getting back to writing for so long. Hopefully you guys still enjoy reading our fan fiction! Thank you guys so much for supporting us and reading our work.
The police arrived shortly after with their notepads and pens. They asked both Lynsey and I several questions, only a few we really didn’t know. We told the police about our past relationship with Tim and Thomas, the masochistic twins, and their threat from earlier today. A short portly police man grunted at our responses, while his narrow faced and boney partner jotted down notes.
“I see, ma’am. Well, I suggest staying indoors and don’t answer the door to anyone that you don’t know. If you notice anything else that looks suspicious, give us a buzz. We’ll start to find more clues. Don’t you worry, miss.” The overweight man spoke to me, scratching his thick brown mustache.
I nodded hesitantly, still shocked over the disaster that laid scattered across our once ‘beautiful’ flat. With a shaky breath , I rose from my seat to see the gentlemen out the door, Lynsey following close behind. She met George for a comforting and reassuring hug. He cooed to her, softly whispering and kissing her head. “Everything will be alright, Lyns. I promise.”
My eyes scanned over the floor and spotted the endless shattered glass from lamps and light bulbs, papers strewn across the ground. A hand placed itself on my shoulder, frightening me a tad bit. “Jackie, are you alright?” I heard the soft, worrisome voice of Paul from behind me. I turned around slowly and caved into his chest. His hands rubbed my back as he tried to soothe me, brushing back hair from my face and tucking it behind my ears. “I’m so sorry about this, about the bastards that did this to you two.”
“I want you with me now; don’t leave my side even for a split second. Please promise me that. That’s all I ask.” Paul’s voice echoed around the room, his arms keeping me securely locked to him. My lips pressed gingerly against his before I stared into his eyes. “I promise.”
George and Lynsey appeared hand in hand. “Want to clean this up?”
I nodded and the four of us proceeded to tidy up the extreme mess. Torn papers and ruined books were tossed, broken glass swept up, furniture rearranged, everything slowly was coming back to order. Paul was wiping down the coffee table with paper towels and wood cleaner, clearing away all the dust and little specks of glass. George worked on fixing up the furniture and Lynsey and I gathered up our valuables that remained with little to no damage.
Finally, I decided I better check out my bedroom. I crept in slowly, noticing that there wasn’t much damage at all in here. My dresser had taken a beating, the blankets on my bed ruffled up as well. At least there wasn’t anything extremely valuable damaged. I walked over to my bed, stopping dead in my tracks when I heard a crack.
I looked down towards my feet to see I had stepped on a picture frame. It clearly was knocked off my nightstand, the glass shattered. It was a picture of Paul and me when we went up to the hilly parts of England with George and Lynsey. I frowned, picking the poor thing up and placing it in a bag to bring with me away from this place.
Paul emerged from the living room and gently took me by my hand. “Ready to go, love?” I took one last look around the place and nodded with a sigh. What were we going to do? What if these two boys really wanted to harm us? They clearly displayed that by destroying our poor flat. Lynsey was caring a few things out the door with her as well. I spun on my heel and locked the door, tucking the key into my pocket before the four of us set off for the car.
It wasn’t too terribly long before we were back at the house. The ride back was filled with illogical chatter. George preached to us about the important of his biscuits he had and his love for food (and Lynsey of course). We all teased Paul about his long eye lashes, claiming although they were gorgeous, they were like fans. He poked fun at all of us too, pointing out my knack to nibble on the sides of my mouth when I was bored.
We all were stumped on what we could say about Lynsey. George thought in silence, inspecting her with his gaze, while Paul and I had our brows furrowed. “She’s just too perfect.” George said, flashing Lynsey his toothy grin and placing a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I can’t think of a thing.”
“..But,” George started up again, “But I do love that laugh of yours, Lyns.”
Lynsey’s eyes widened at what he said and she gasped, her cheeks flushing a deep red color. Finally, we arrived at the house and snatched our bags, hurrying inside incase a mob of paparazzi or girls decided to stampede towards us.
I placed my bag down on an end table, slipping out of my jacket. As we all settled in I couldn’t help but feel a set of eyes burning into the back of my head. I turned my face to Lynsey and wondered if she could feel the burning sensation too, wondered if she was thinking what I was.
George gently placed his hands on my hips and moved me aside so he could answer the door. “Leave it, George!” John cried out down the long corridor but it was only met with a muffled reply. I plunged my knuckles onto my mouth and waited in silence with the others. The front door slammed shut after about 5 minutes of conversation. “It can’t have been those two nutters then” John was right. I was so glad when George returned with nothing but a few cards and things to sign from some fans that climbed the large gate and made it to the door. “Listen you lot, I reckon it’s about time we showed the girls the house, right Paul?” Jackie shot her head around to me straight away. A not so subtle squeal of excitement left her body and she scrambled on top of Paul in an attempt to hug him. George grabbed the keys to his mini and we set off to see our home.
All four of us somehow managed to pile into the tiny car and we set off out of the gates and out of sight from Kenwood. Although I was sat on George’s right, I swear I could have driven the car from the passenger seat. “All your money Mr. Harrison and you settle for a damned mini?” Paul leaned forward behind George. “Money, Mr. McCartney? You and John are the ones with the dosh around here.” Paul scoffed and sat back with Jackie. Soon enough we approached a large bungalow in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. “Ladies and gents, Esher proudly presents your new home!” Paul played the tour guide and led us all up the garden path and into the house. It was certainly beautiful and enough room to fit us all inside comfortably but Jackie and I both wondered, ‘why now?’
We walked around amazed at the house and how it all seemed to be furnished exactly to our tastes. I guess that they had known us long enough to know. It was so deceptive from the outside, a small little bungalow with a cute little garden path but inside it was complete luxury. “If you want we can go and pick up your things from the flat?” George suggested while he inspected some of the ornaments left by the door in boxes. We all agreed and once more headed to the car. It was surprisingly easy to get to London from the house but George was always so certain of where we were going. I’m sure it would be a completely different story entirely if we were left to go alone from the house.
Parked right outside we wondered how on earth we would be able to get all our things back in one hit. “Why don’t I call Neil? I’m sure he can bring the van over? Do you mind if we head up to use the phone?” Paul asked so sweetly but we could hardly say no anyway. It was a wonder I even found the keys as they lay almost forgotten at the bottom of my bag. There was a weird, almost eerie atmosphere in the air as we climbed the stairs and walked the halls. It seemed empty. We chatted on about nothing in particular until our conversation was brought to an abrupt halt. I looked over to our door in disbelief. It had been kicked inwards and with a tremendous amount of force too. I was first in our little line so I was able to see if where we were stepping was safe. Even if it wasn’t I was the first to find out about it. Our belongings were thrown around our small living room; our record player was in pieces. Everything was everywhere.
Paul approached from behind me, gasping at the amount of damage whoever it was had caused. I took large steps over the broken lamps and upturned chairs to see what we could salvage. Luckily our bedrooms had hardly been touched apart from a few open draws and smashed up wardrobes. Thankfully my photographs of George were safe. Our artwork painted all those months ago was safe. Even my camera only endured a few scratches. A silhouette appeared at the doorway but I knew straight away who it was. “Come in, Jack.” As soon as she had walked over to me, she placed her head on my shoulder and cried. I decided to say nothing. What was there to say? We both became sure of one thing straight away. This was Tim and Thomas. I heard Paul speaking in the other room and presumed he was on the telephone, hopefully to the police.
I sat on the end of my bed which was still just about upright. Jackie joined me and we had a proper talk. Not an excitable heart to heart but properly speaking. It had been too long since the last time we sat and worked things out so that we could make this work.
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“I was going to say you should come write some songs with John and I. Ringo should come along too.” Paul remarked, taking another sip from his tea with a grin.
“What? You’re just pulling my leg..”
“No, it’s sincere! I’m serious, Georgie. You better come and help us.” Paul said, a smile still beaming across his face. George too cracked a smile, overjoyed with the news. “Finally.” He whispered to Lynsey in her ear, receiving a little giggle from her.
John, who had lost interest in all of us, had disappeared from the room. It looked as if he retreated back to the porch to finish that song. “Looks like John’s ready to go write.” Ringo stated before rising to his feet to follow his fellow band member. George and Lynsey shared a kiss before he too went off with the others. Paul gave me a proud little grin, his pink cheeks puffing upwards as he smiled. “Are you happy?” He cooed, brushing some hair away from my eyes.
I rolled my eyes, pulling him in for a hug before fixing my eyes back on him. “I think you’ve made George and Ringo more happy than anything. Thank you.” Paul leaned down and met me for a brief, but tender kiss before Lynsey cleared her throat. “I’m still here.” She spoke, eyebrows raised as she stared at us. Paul scratched the back of his neck with a light laugh. I pecked him on the lips before I sent him off to be with the other three.
Now it was just the two of us, how it all started. “C’mon,” I started, offering Lynsey my hand, “Let’s go outside for a bit, shall we?” Lynsey nodded and we walked out into the beautiful back yard once more, admiring the vibrant flowers and swooning over the scenery. The flat was nothing compared to this glorious place, overlooking endless fields of green.
“I want to go someplace really special with George.” Lynsey broke the calming silence between the two of us. “You know, it’s just been very hectic and I kind of want to just spend some alone time with him we’re we can enjoy each other’s company.” I looked over to her picking a pink daisy, bringing it to her nose to breathe in its sweet aroma. “I know what you mean. Maybe you should surprise him with something. A weekend getaway if you want something a little longer than just a night out on the town,” I offered, kicking a pebble lying loosely on the earth, “Some place where you haven’t visited before.”
There was another silence between us, but I didn’t mind. Lynsey spoke up again, “That is a nice thought. I feel like George wants to be alone with me sometimes, but we’re always on the move. Maybe I’ll mention it tonight.” She continued and twirled the flower by its stem in her hand.
“Lynsey, Jackie, come quick!” Ringo poked his head from the backdoor, hollering out for us. Lynsey and I exchanged glances before retreating back inside. “What is it?” I questioned and saw George holding the phone with a look of shock. Paul sat uncomfortably and nervously on the couch, John leaning back in the corner. “Those people again.. the ones that threatened you.” Ringo said in a whisper.
Within an instant Lynsey snatched the phone from George, pressing it up to her ear, demanding to know who it was. Lynsey’s face turned to pure horror as the voice spoke to her; I tried to find out who it was, if we knew this person. After a few minutes she hung up abruptly, slamming down the phone still with that shocked look to her. George sat her down and placed his hands on her shoulder. “What happened? What did they say?” Asked a curious, but worried George. Paul pulled me into his lap, arms snaking around my front to hold me close to him.
Lynsey’s eyes fell upon me and she swallowed, blinking a few times before starting up. “It was Tim and Thomas.”
Tim and Thomas? The two twins we once dated long ago who were an extremely violent pair. They had a tendency of short tempers and jealousy always burned ferociously through them. Were they our attackers, the people who had caused us to be in the hospital?
We proceeded to explain who they were, and how apparently one said to Lynsey ‘I think you know who it is.’ Paul’s grip tightened on me and he was frowning with the others. Our thoughts about the two violent twins were interrupted by a knock on the door.
Could it be someone we knew? Or the two boys who we dreaded encountering again?
George and I sat in anticipation while we waited for Jackie to spit it out. He gripped my hand and bit his lip as if it were his life on the line. “Well we wanted to tell you guys that-”
“Guys come quickly!” Cynthia shouted from the stairs. We all shot up from our places and worried instantly if something was the matter with Julian. John was the first to leap out from his seat on the floor and through to Cynthia. George and I stood at the bottom of the stairs hand in hand and waited to see what was happening before we went up after everyone else. We could hear the sound of a television but I was more shocked that they had one upstairs than anything else. After a short glance at each other we both decided that we should follow the others and follow the voice from the television. Everyone managed to squeeze onto the bed while John stood in the corner.
“A mob of teenage girls have surrounded the apartment buildings a few yards away from the Marylebone train station.” My jaw dropped all the way down to my bare feet. John stood like a statue still in the corner of the room until he rubbed his eyes with his palms and left. George released my hand from his tight grasp and pulled me closer with his arm around my shoulders. “This is our fault. We went there so often without even a slight bit of consideration for anyone else.” Ringo’s blue eyes drooped down along with the corners of his mouth. Jackie took about three steps over to Ringo on her knees and hugged him tightly, reassuring him that they had done nothing wrong. She was right; it wasn’t as if they had drawn excessive amounts of attention to themselves.
We watched the story escalate from a safe distance away from the middle of the city. The girls were practically breaking the doors down in the sheer hope that Jackie and I along with the Beatles would be at home. Of course we knew that their attempts would only earn them a warning from the police but it must have been terrifying for all the other people that lived there. Eventually Maureen plucked up enough courage to turn off the television from the set and snapped us out of it. “The best we can do is phone up the police station and tell the officers that there is no one in that flat, for the sake of the others.” George nodded and left the room, picked up the phone and soon got through to the police telling them everything.
“Yes of course you can we’ll be sure to drop in soon. Thank you Shirley.” It didn’t take much to figure out that the person on the end of the phone was a young woman. From the way George giggled awkwardly and tried to get his words in but never finishing properly. “I say, Shirley? Should I back off? She might get annoyed that I’m stealing her man away.” I teased and winked at him while he stood just outside the doorway. He narrowed his eyes and shook his head the way a child would. Paul looked around for Maureen and turned the television back on. At least now our minds were put at rest and about half an hour afterwards the crowd dispersed with minor damage to the building. “We’ll pay for all that.” Paul bended his knees and circled a spot on the screen where there was a little glass on the floor outside the ground floor window. He made a light hearted joke but this could be serious for all of us.
John came back into the room holding tray of tea and biscuits. “Come on dears get your laughing around these.” He curved his back and bent his knees, entering the room slowly and occasionally let out a heavy breath. Cynthia held her stomach and waited for him to come over to her with the food and drink. “In a crisis there is nothing better than a cup of tea.”
“Here here!” Paul raised his tea cup and even managed to spill a little onto the sheets. We all followed shortly after. John soon piped us from over his tea cup and told us that it was probably best we stayed another night with them. “Oh yeah, Paul what were you sayin’ earlier?” George looked up at his friend who was standing beside him while he remained sat with me.
I was brought to another room where Paul and John sat with their instruments. It was a bright room, resembling a sun porch if anything. I took a seat on the plush couch, sinking into the cushions and feeling slightly uncomfortable. It felt odd being with these two while they were song writing, with their art in the makings.
The two began to pluck out a few little melodies, adding words along to it. I zoned out, thinking about how George was denied to help write a few songs. It made my heart sink. Certainly Ringo and George should pitch in. ‘I wonder what a song would be like with all four of them helping equally’ I thought while I gazed out the window and towards the immense backyard. Sunlight was pouring into the room, lighting up the two boy’s faces in such a beautiful way. I saw the shaded profile of their face, but you could see the sun peeking right behind their heads.
“How’s this sound, Jack?” John asked as the two of them sung the beginning of the song they were writing. It went along the lines of ‘Ooh I need your love babe, guess you know it’s true. Hope you need my love babe, just like I need you.’
“Aww. That’s sweet. It sounds wonderful so far.”
They both gave me a satisfied grin, happy that they already had a fan of the song. “I’ll be back in a minute.” John stated before gently laying his guitar down and retreated inside. “Nice little tune you’ve got there.” I chirped, grinning over at Paul. He turned to me with a smug look on his face, smiling and holding his head high.
“Yeah, it’s not bad. Come here.” Paul demanded, leaning up against a pillow.
“I think you can really go far with it, the band definitely can..” I blabbed on, my thoughts stuck simply to that work in progress.
“Jackie, I said come here.”
“Really, Paul! When George adds in his guitar and Ringo the drums it’ll be..” I continued, pointing out little possibilities here and there.
“Come here.” Paul demanded again and when I didn’t answer he pulled me over into his arms. He snaked them around my waist, our lips touching ever so softly at first, but then exploded into a compassionate and beautiful kiss.
“What.. what was that for?”
“I was tired of talking.” Paul said softly, planting another light kiss on my lips. “Hey, I’ve got a question.” I piped up right after my brain hatched an idea. “Hm?”
“Why don’t you include George and Ringo when you write? They really have some nice work, Paul, seriously. I think it could make your music even better.” I said, secretly hoping he would agree. “Uh, I dunno Jack–”
“Please just think about it, please. I know it would make them both feel better, please Paul.” I begged while giving him the best sad eyes I could. I know, I know. I was acting like a baby, but hey if it got George and Ringo into writing with Paul and John that would be fine with me. “I’ll talk to John about it, okay?” Paul caved in with a sigh of defeat.
“Thank you, Paul.” I whispered into his ear before leaving a kiss behind it. A grin broke across his face crookedly. “With those eyes of course I’d give in.” Paul said with a sarcastic pout, glancing over at his bass before back at me. “What? Are you thinking about the romantic dinner you’re going to share with that thing?” I teased and gestured towards his Hofner leaning against the couch. “Oh, certainly. A nice walk under the moonlight, day at a carnival, you know the thing. Maybe we’ll even make it back here.”
I blinked a few times and tried to contain my giggles. “Quite the odd one.” I said, patting Paul’s head before John entered the room again. “Alright, birdie, shoo, shoo!” John ordered, waving his hands at me. I slowly got to my feet as if I were an old person, “I-I’m sorry my joints are so old and my back..” I groaned like a grandmother, one hand on the small of my back.
“Go, Grannie!” John barked and rushed me out of the room. I waved to Paul with a little grin and he gave me a sad look, puffing out his lower lip. I then decided to go find Lynsey, George, and Ringo, wondering where in the world they had wandered off to in this maze of a house.
I saw Ringo and Lynsey chatting with each other, laughter bubbling from the room. “Hey, where’s George? I’ve got some great news for you, Ringo, and him!” Both of their faces shot up to mine, eyes lighting up. “What is it?”
“You’ll have to wait and see until we find George.” I tantalized them with an evil laugh before Lynsey took me by the hand and lead me towards George. I wondered how happy Ringo and George would be with the news.
I still sat by myself at the table with my hand resting on my top lip. Two light knocks sounded from the door and it opened to reveal George. I smiled briefly trying to indicate that I was sorry. I began to talk but he silenced me with a tender kiss on my mouth. I hardly had time to catch my breath before he held me so tightly I couldn’t move. A gazed up at him while a single tear formed in the corner of my eye. “Why are you crying?” he spoke gently and wiped it away with the side of his finger. I lowered my head and shrugged my shoulders, eventually managing some words. “To think I could have lost the most valuable thing I’ve ever had.” He placed his forehead against mine and intertwined our fingers together.
We sat down and discussed the note he had left. I was so stunned that he had actually bought the flat and was thinking about us all living together not far away from John and Ringo. Obviously I thought it was an amazing idea but perhaps didn’t think of the practicalities. Then again, who really thinks of the practicalities when there would be effectively nothing drawing you back to the dingy flat we ‘lived’ in. I called Jackie and Paul in so we could talk them about it. Her initial doubts were put aside by a particularly persuasive Paul. Excitement filled our heads at the prospect of moving in with our Beatles properly but there was the small issue of them never actually being there. Cynthia and Maureen were rarely allowed to tour with the boys and often stayed by themselves.
“You’re right but at least we’d have each other for company!” Jackie playfully punched my arm and giggled slightly. I nodded because she was right, it would be the same as the past three years of our lives. Living each day together was all very normal to us. We’d seen the good and bad things about each other so there was nothing holding us back. “Jackie what are we going to do? We won’t see the lovely Mrs Hemingway anymore!” I faked a hysterical cry and she threw her head into her hands in a very dramatic fashion which met with great laughter from the boys.
John soon joined us in the kitchen and asked where the party was. He pulled up a chair through his legs and sat at the corner of the table while we carried on chatting. “I feel like we’ve done so much rushing around lately. Why don’t we just stop in today and write some songs or something?” John suggested while he thrust a piece of toast into his mouth. An exasperated sigh came from the doorway before we watched Ringo walk away and into another room, almost in a strop. “I guess Ringo will get bored while we write!” John joked but no one laughed.
“Don’t be ‘orrible, John. George can you stay with Ringo while-”
“What? Paul seriously? I write too you know! I even have-”
George pulled himself up from his place and offered out his hand to me. I took it and we went in search of Ringo. We opened many doors that led to empty rooms and rooms beyond those until we found him sitting by himself on the floor with his legs crossed. We waited at the door for a while, long enough for him to notice we were there. “You can come in you know.” George and I exchanged glances before decided to join him on the beige carpet. George questioned Ringo on why we were sitting on the floor, cross legged and silent. “I read about it in a book, but I’m pretty sure we’re doing it wrong.” Ringo closed his eyes and remained silent for the next five minutes. A restrained giggle came from over my left shoulder where George sat watching his friend attempt meditation.
Sniggers escalated into full blown laughter and Ringo opened one of his eyes to see his friend practically rolling around the floor in laughter. “Well if it’s so easy why don’t you try it?” Ringo threw a book over to George of which he caught first time. The first thing I noticed was the word ‘India’ but I couldn’t quite see the whole title. He expressed as seeing how the two had nothing better to do he would go and read the book straight away. A smug swagger came over him as he left the room with the book tightly in his grasp.
“Good luck to him,” Ringo began “I didn’t even last a chapter.” I smiled and shook my head before Ringo helped me to my feet and back to the front of the house.