oh! darling ~paul mccartney~

twenty eight • if you've got trouble

if you've got trouble
then you've got less trouble than me
you say you're worried
you can't be as worried as me

savannah's POV

after paul had slept at my place, we headed out early in the morning to head to paul's photoshoot, in honor of their new LP being released in a matter of days.

the car ride to the photoshoot location seemed oddly quiet. i debated on whether i should tell paul about my job in order to fill the empty space between us.

before, i refrained from telling him in order to protect me from embarrassment. but after a few performances, i realized i wasn't all that bad, i was nowhere near how bad i thought i was. now i know that if i tell him, he'll make me quit the job all together. i was having too much fun doing it to quit just yet, but i knew he would have to know before we left for america in a little over two months. for now, a little secret wouldn't hurt him.

after the car ride, we pulled up to the back of the building where the photoshoot would take place so no fans would spot us. we hurriedly climbed out of the car and slipped inside of the large building.

the back door we went through led directly into the boys dressing room, and i looked around to find that george and ella weren't here yet, since george stayed the night at our place too.

ringo, john, and brian turned their heads to see who had arrived. brian greeted us both and took paul off to the side, probably going over the days schedule with him.

"how's it going, vanny? get over 'ere!" john exclaimed, holding out his hand. i laughed and rolled my eyes and made my way over to him as we did a secret handshake we had made up the last time we saw each other.

once we finished, we laughed and i answered, "hi, johnny. i was hoping you wouldn't forget that handshake."

he nodded and smiled. "believe me, i wouldn't dare."

ringo made a little "hmph" noise and i looked over to him.

"am i just chopped liver then, savannah?" he asked, eyebrows furrowed with fake anger and his arms crossed.

i smirked and i got up to give ringo a short embrace. "sorry, ritchie. how are you doing today?"

he immediately perked up and his spirits were lifted, classic ringo. "im doing great, thanks for asking."

i gave him a nod as paul came over to us, sitting next to me.

"is savvy here causing you two trouble, then?" paul asked, wrapping and arm around my shoulders. i sighed and leaned my head back onto his arm.

"aye macca, she's the worst! i knew you should have gone for ella in the first place, mate!" john said sarcastically, his scouse coming out in the process.

i immediately sat up and pointed a finger at him. "watch it, lennon," i growled.

"you're right then john, i probably should have!" paul replied back, the same sarcasm in his voice as john.

i leaned back into his arm and smacked him in the chest with the back of my hand, and he laughed.

"i'm just playin' around," he started, cupping the back of my head and moving forward to kiss my cheek. "everyone here knows i have eyes for you and only you."

"i would sure hope so." i couldn't help but smile at his words. he always knew how to charm his way into my heart.

"speaking of ella, isn't she supposed to be coming with george?" ringo asked. i nodded.