Soon my parents left and the sun began to set. Paul had stayed throughout the whole intervention with my parents to my surprise, I wasn't sure many people would've took my father's comments so well like Paul had, he was nothing but polite all throughout my father's unpleasantness.

"How dare he, y'know? I'm not a child." I paced across the living room, my face red with anger just after they'd left.

"He just wants the best for you, you know that." Audrey assured me for about the millionth time as she and Ben cuddled up in the love seat together.

"Yeah, but coming all the way out here? The man has gone absolutely mental." I shook my head in utter disbelief.

"May be so but he's got his priorities straight." Ben laughed lightheartedly.

"I thought it was endearing," Paul tilted his head with a crooked smile, sitting on the couch leaned forward puffing on a cig.

"In an overbearing military father sort of way." Paul grimaced slightly knowing my father was just about as sweet as a brick of salt.

Ben let out a chortle.

"Three months." I mocked my father before going to sit on the end of the sofa Paul was sitting on.

"Relax love, you'll be back on your feet way way before then, I promise." Paul smiled comfortingly, passing the joint over to me.

"Right." I spoke with gritted teeth, rolling the joint between my finger tips before inhaling the vulgar smoke.

"So, Paul, you said Charlie's going on tour with you?" Audrey asked, fascinated with the idea of it.

"That's right." Paul smiled widely.

I blew out the smoke, handing it off to Audrey fascinated by how she hadn't even flinched when Paul had gotten the blunt out, usually she would've had a cow, but you throw one Beatle in the living room and somehow that all changes.

"And when were you planning on letting your old man know Char?" Ben asked with a smirk.

"I actually wasn't planning on it, but thank you Benjamin for putting that weight on my conscious." I smiled sarcastically.

"It might be best that he didn't know." Audrey pursed her lips in thought.

"I'm getting a drink." I sighed out loud rubbing my hands along my forehead in need of something to relieve the stress my father had drawn out of me.

"I'll come with you." Paul rose from his spot as well, catching me off guard.

"Alright." I smiled, unsure of why exactly.

The two of us walked into the kitchen, hearing Audrey and Ben shout some drink requests our way while we did so.

When we got into the kitchen in the other room, I waked over to the cupboard with alcohol, Paul following closely behind me.

"What do ye' fancy?" I asked grabbing four glasses.

"You." He smiled devilishly, causing a slight blush to rise to my cheeks although I rarely ever did so.

"Cheeky." I teased with a smirk as he placed a trail of soft kiss along my cheek, seemingly sweeter and more upbeat than ever.

"What's really up?" I narrowed my eyes in attempt to analyze the situation.

"Well," He began with a grin. "When you introduced me to your parents." He smiled although I still had no idea what he was talking about.

"What about it?" I shifted nervously recalling how I had called him my boyfriend although having never previously put a label on whatever we were were.

"Well, you didn't introduce me as Paul McCartney of the Beatles." He said in a posh accent, a toothy grin couldn't help but peak its way onto his lips.

"Was I supposed to?" I asked in confusion.

"No." A silly grin still unmoving from his lips.

My inquiring look stuck to my face as I tried to piece together why he was so lively and joyous because I hadn't mentioned his accomplishments as a musician.

"Well it's just that, when anyone introduces me to anyone, the fact of me being apart of the Beatles somehow always comes up first." Paul's eyes were kind as he looked at me with adoration.

"Well your much more than a Beatle Paul," I smiled shaking my head at how silly he was being. "anyhow it's none of my parents' business to be biased based on what you do." I frowned up at him remembering the way my father looked at him disapprovingly.

Paul looked like he wanted to explode with joy considering how much happiness he exuded, he looked like he was absolutely astonished someone saw him in the way I did.

He simply smiled and brought me into his arms, placing kisses repeatedly on the top of my head.
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The next day was the day we were supposed to leave for their first tour date in Chicago, and my stomach couldn't stop itself from doing black flips over and over again. My hands shook the whole morning of packing in anticipation.

"You better send postcards." Audrey peeked into my room smiling brightly, in excitement for me.

"Am I crazy Aud?" I stopped packing for a moment looking up at her with fear.

"What do you mean?" She laughed lightheartedly at my expression.

"For gods sake Paul just broke up with Jane, a-and you know there will be reporters, and fans, and-" I rambled in biting hard on my lip.

"Charlie," She began tutting me. "You and Paul like each other a lot, that's all that matters, no?" She grinned trying to ease my worry.

The corners of my lips turned upwards in delight.

"I suppose you're right." My heart pounded in an adrenaline rush thinking about Paul.

"Of course I am." She spoke in an obvious tone, a mischievous smirk making itself known on her lips.

"He's here." Ben shouted from the front door.

"Are you ready to tour America Lottie?" Audrey's smirk grew.

"Ready as I'll ever be." I forced down my nervousness and put on a gigantic smile.

Audrey helped bring my luggage out to the entrance where Paul and Ben chatted amicably having gotten to know each other pretty well yesterday as we'd all stayed up talking for quite awhile.

"Speaking of the devil." Ben smiled looking over at me.

Paul's face lit up with a grin and a gentle and caring look in his eyes, smitten might've been the word to describe it.

"Let me help you with that." Paul smiled taking the large suitcase I'd lugged out from my room, proceeding then to take the other one from Audrey.

"I'd hate to rush out like this, but we should probably going, Brian our manager has a cow whenever we're not on schedule." Paul looked apologetically toward Ben and Audrey.

"That's fine, you two get going." Audrey beamed practically shoving the two of us out the door.

"Have fun!" She winked before shutting he door.

"I'm sorry about her." I felt embarrassed by how completely obvious she was.

"That's alright, she's got spunk that one." Paul spoke thickening his accent goofily.

I laughed shaking my head as we began walking down the driveway to his car.

"Is America much different than London?" I inquired thoughtfully, realizing I knew almost nothing about the US.

"The people are different more than anything, more, upfront?" He tried to find the right words for it.

"Was that why John's afraid to face those reporters about what he'd said? That was taken out of context, about being more popular than Jesus?" I inquired feeling nervous for him, I heard it had caused quite the uproar, the threats from angry civilians having been pretty serious against the Beatles. Paul had told me they had even considered cancelling the tour all together.

"They're pretty unforgiving about that, those American reporters have been waiting for an opportunity to turn against us, now they've got one." Paul pursed his lips, shaking his head.

"But don't worry about all that love, it's all just fake news. I'm just glad you'll be there with me." Paul winked causing my face to heat up.

"Chicago, here we come." I smiled.
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We had been escorted into the airport by bodyguards, Paul and I being thrown around like rag dolls to avoid getting torn apart by fans.

I wore dark glasses and a newsboy hat with my hair tucked inside of it, wearing a white turtleneck and a pink mini skirt, both belonging to Audrey in attempt to look the least like myself as possible.

"You alright love?" Paul asked from closely behind me with our hands intertwined to show the guards I was with him.

"Yeah." I spoke with my chin held high although feeling my throat tightening in fear. This was unlike any experience I've ever had before, plenty of young girls shouted for Paul's attention as they tried to grab him like they were savages. I couldn't show Paul I was frightened however, because I didn't want to worry him more than he already was.

"Brian." Paul sighed out in graciousness as we reached him and the other four boys in a private room in the airport.

Brian's eyes immediately fell onto me in fascination.

"Hello." He reached out for my hand completely ignoring Paul.

"It's lovely to meet you Brian, I've heard great things about you, I'm Charlie." I grinned with sincerity.

He looked slightly taken aback, as if he wasn't expecting for me to have greeted him the way I had.

"I like this onePaul." Brian looked at Paul with a smile.

"I'm Brian, it's so nice to meet you too." He grinned.

"Paulie." John called over with the other two boys, being talked to already by a reporter.

"I'll be one second." Paul excused himself before going to talk to the interviewer.

"You're not what I expected." Brian examined me up and down.

"W-what do you mean?" I gulped.

"Well, I expected someone, a little less, innocent? You're just a sweet little thing." He grinned.

"Let's not forget she still helped Paul cheat Brian." Pattie whispered as she walked over.

I dropped my eyes to the floor shamefully.

I really wasn't exactly sure the complete reason Pattie and Cynthia felt so entitled to judge me without taking the time to actually get to know me.

"We're going outside to get a quick interview." The reporter came to inform Brian.

"Let's go, shall we?" Brian asked.

We all walked out escorted by police, Brian Pattie and I standing behind the television camera.

"Hello John. Are you looking forward to the tour?" The reporter asked while John did his best to keep a smile.

"Yes." John spoke briefly scratching his cheek.

"Now, this religious controversy, I know you don't want to say too much about it, but does it worry you that it's going to boil up when you get to the States?" He asked pryingly.

Paul, George and Ringo joked about something as they all walked up beside John considering the smiles in their faces.

"Well, it worries me, yes. I hope everything will be all right in the end, as they say." John tried to keep it on the surface although he knew well the reporter wanted something more.

"Do you think this is going to be a controversial tour like the Philippines?" The reporter turned to Paul.

"Oh, no, no, no. It's going to be fine." Paul smiled taking a glance my way.

"What makes you say that, Paul?" The reporter was surprised by his confidence.

"Oh, it's gonna be fine, you watch. Yeah, great." Paul smile grew with a small laugh.