It was the 9th of june 1965 and The Beatles have just arrived home from the bahamas after a long 4 months of shooting in the Bahamas. Cynthia, Maureen, Jane, and Pattie anxiously await for their arrival, to soon see their loved ones after they have been gone away for so long. They all came home one by one: Ringo, then John, then George.
Maureen was pregnant with the soon to be Zak Starkey, their first child who was to be born in 3 months, She was in their kitchen drinking iced tea reading the Saturday newspaper waiting for Ringo to come home.
Then Pattie was waiting for George in their bedroom watching the telly from a long hard day's worth of modeling, trying on clothes, putting on make-up, and walking on catwalks.
And Cynthia was playing with Julian, their son who is also anxiously waiting for his father, John to come home so Cytnhia could be enveloped in his arms and so that his son Julian will get to play with both his mother and father.
And there was Jane, who was stuck at home for 4 months doing nothing. With no child to care for, with no job to rest from what so ever, she was somehow happy that she didn't have to play roles for acting at the time before Paul told her he was leaving for 4 months to shoot for their second movie, Help!
Ringo, John, Paul, and George finally got to go home when they were dropped off the airport by 4 private jets, and they got their own drivers to take them home. But Paul used the chance to go clubbing and partying.
'Where must he be?' Jane wondered as she looked at the clock, 9:30 in the night.
Meanwhile, Paul just scored a bird at the restroom having the time of his life, not giving a care about Jane or what she was feeling while he was gone.
She phoned Pattie, the one who could relate to her very well. Because of the fact that Pattie didn't have a child because she has a cyst, and that she wasn't a housewife. She [Pattie] too, had a job that she loved very well, modeling.
"Hello? Harrison's residence, Pattie speaking how may I help you?" Pattie said sweetly.
"H-Hello, Pattie? It's me Jane." She said stuttering, suddenly getting worried.
"Oh, Jane, Darling! What can I do for you?" She said.
"Oh, Um is George there?" She asked, trying not to sound like she was looking for george.
"Yes, he is." Pattie put in a slight smug tone of the thought that Jane wanted to talk to her husband at a random time.
"Will you mind asking him if Paul already arrived? I've been waiting for him for so long, I'm starting to get worried." She said.
Pattie was relieved and sad at the same time. Relieved that Jane wasn't looking for her husband and sad that Jane was all lonely while Her, Cynthia, and Maureen are already hugging and kissing their loved ones.
Pattie asked George while he was changing his night clothes for the whereabouts of Paul, or if he even knew. Pattie covered the Telephone's microphone so that if George tells her bad news, Jane wouldn't be hearing it directly.
"George, do you know where Paul is?" She asked.
"WHo's calling?" he asked back.
"Jane." She answered.
"Oh, he told us that he would go out clubbing." He answered
"By himself?" She questioned, prepared if Jane would ask.
"Yeah, we're all tired from shooting, guess he isn't." He Answered
Pattie went back to talk to Jane as soon as she released the telephone's microphone.
"Um, George said he went out clubbing."
"By Himself?"
"Yeah, George said that maybe he wasn't tired."
"Oh, t-thanks anyway Pattie."
She said as tears began to fall from her eyes, yet it wasn't noticeable through the phone because she wasn't making any noise. THen Pattie heard her sniff, Jane tried to hide it with a cough. But Pattie knew her well.
"Hey, Jane. Don't be worried. He's gonna be home soon, maybe he just went out for a drink or two, just to clear his mind out, the 4 months of shooting must be really tiring." Pattie said trying to comfort her friend.
"Okay, I guess so. Goodnight." Jane replied
"Goodnight." With that Pattie and Jane hung up at the same time.
Jane cried after she put the phone down, how could paul think so absent - mindedly? How could he think that Jane wouldn't mind him having sex with another girl? She wanted to tell him that even if he did things and haven't even told her all about it, she still loves him and even forgives him in advance.
When Paul came home the house was clean, the food was still warm, the lights weren't out and he was sober. But the one thing that wasn't correct was Jane, she was sobbing, on the carpet in a fetus position. Her tears were wetting the carpet rapidly as her tears increased by the past two hours.
It was 11:30 and she was still awake waiting for him to come home,
To be wrapped around his arms,
To be kissed by his sweet lips,
and to know that everything was fine,
But it's too late for that now.
"Jane, love, get up now, I'm home." his voice trying to sooth her.
"P-P-Paul, where h-have you b-been?" Her voice stuttering.
"Come on , love get up now. It's dirty there." he couldn't find an answer, so he settled just to make her stand up.
She didn't respond. She just lay there, weak.She too, also wanted to get up but she couldn't. Gravity was pulling her back, and she didn't know why. So, he just carried her to the bedroom. She laid her head on his shoulder and cried still.
"W-Would you like to eat anything?"
"No, I'm alright, love. WHy are you crying?"
She was furious, yet hid it by crying. No, she wasn't furious or mad at him, she was sad. She was just sad because Paul was so ignorant about him arriving so late.
"Paul, can you close the lights and we can all go to sleep please?"
"No, Jane. I won't go to bed until you tell me what's going on."
"In the morning."
"No, Jane. Tell me now."
"Goodnight."
"No, Jane! If you're going to be a bitch ALL GOD DAMN NIG-"
She sat up.
"I'm just sad Paul! I'm just sad because you can't even take a hint why I cried! And Paul let's not play dumb tonight, I know you went clubbing and had sex with another girl and got drunk again!" she spat at him. This time she was serious, she was boiling mad.
"I-I'm sorry." he said trying to make it all better. But she was still mad at him.
She just laid back down and rolled to her side.
"Goodnight Paul, I love you." She said closing her eyes.
Paul got out of bed and put the food in the microwave and closed all the lights, then going back to change into night clothes.
After that, Paul went to bed and snaked his arm around her petite waist.
Smelling her hair that had a faint smell of vanilla,
And trying to make it all better but for tonight,
He knew he couldn't.
So he kissed the back of her hair and hummed her a song,
To lead a better life I need my love to be here...
Here, making each day of the year
Changing my life with a wave of her hand
Nobody can deny that there's something there
"I love you too Jane,"
"I love you more than measure."
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Hi, so thank you for making it this far. This fanfic is based on this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOjdXSrtUxA
Yes, Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran.
I know it's super cheesy but I love the song and can't get enough of it.
I hope you like it too :D
Thanks for making it this far and I love you as a friend.