Disclaimer : The author of this work in no way claims the events represented in this story are factual . Should anyone represented in this work of fiction read this ( which I doubt they will ) and take offense , please know no offense was intended upon writing this alternate version of reality . Please , if you are easily offended , do not read this . This story contains strong language and adult content . The school day was a distorted version of itself . Everything I tried to focus on became complicated , even the simplest things . But it was merely a result of the fact that I was not the least bit interested in being at school that day . All I could think about was how I was going to break the news that I was leaving to John . He was in a fragile emotional state , so I was sure he was not going to be happy about it , but no matter how hard I tried , I could just not imagine what his reaction was going to be . Though I carried on through the day in a bit of a haze , I did manage to muster up enough sense to talk to my teachers about being gone for a while , and to my surprise they were all incredibly understanding . I was going to miss assignments and projects and tests , but they helped me to reschedule so I would still be able to do all the same work the other students were going to do . I was certain that teachers back in the states would not have been as helpful . In fact , I am sure they would have just as soon kicked me out of school as allowed me to miss three consecutive weeks . Thank God I was attending university in England . When my last class ended I lollygagged around , avoiding going home because I was afraid that John might still be at my apartment . I walked over to a newsstand to kill some time and was shocked to see a picture of myself on the front cover of one of the papers . Unable to believe it , I took the paper and sat down on the front steps of a nearby building . " You must pay for that ! " the Indian man tending to the newsstand shouted . I rifled through my purse in a daze and when I finally found some money , I tossed it at him and then returned to my seat on the stairs . The headline read : BEATLES ' WILD NIGHT OUT and right under it , plain as the nose on Ringo 's face , was a picture of Ringo , me , and John ; Maureen and Neil nowhere in sight . I read the article hastily , shaking slightly , nervous about what it might say . But the more I read , the more hopeful I became . It was just an article about the minor fit Ringo had over the pictures that were being taken outside the Ad Lib . And in actuality , they barely even mentioned that . The story was really just saying that the boys had been spotted having a night on the town . It was more or less just a space filler ; a device to sell papers . It was continued inside , where there was a picture of George and Pattie arriving at the Ad Lib , and then there was a photo of Paul , Christine , and I getting into Paul 's car at the end of the night . And under that photo , there it was , in tiny writing : Paul McCartney , girlfriend , and mystery girl leave the Ad Lib after enjoying a fun - filled night of friends , drinks and music . " Mystery girl ? " Is that really what they were calling me ? Furthermore , why did they have to call me anything ? Why did they feel it was necessary to draw attention to the fact that I was even there ? And suggesting there was something " mysterious " about me just drew even more attention to my identity . There was no caption dubbing me " mystery girl " in the first picture . And it was on the front page ! I was slightly annoyed , but I was glad that was all they had to say about me . At least there was no speculation this time . I suppose I could live with being a " mystery . " I threw the newspaper in the trash and walked a ways before becoming paranoid that people on the streets were looking at me . Whether they actually were , or whether I was just imagining it is beyond me . I caught the tube home from there . And to mI was exhausted , so I decided I would get to my schoolwork later and I headed straight for my bedroom to take a nap . I must have been asleep for about an hour when the telephone rang . I hopped up , my heart beating a million miles a minute and answered the phone . " Yes , love . Turn it on . They 're talkin ' about you . About that article in the paper this mornin ' . Did you see it ? " " And that 's what they 're talkin ' about ! It 's stupid . I 'm sure Brian or Derek or someone will clear it up . But I thought you might want to know , " she said . And when I flipped on the television , there I was . Looking back at myself . They were showing video footage I hadn 't even seen . I couldn 't even remember where it had been shot . Or what we had been doing . But there I was , walking along with John , Neil and Paul nearby . And , just like they had done before , the reporters were speculating about who I might be . Only they were even more interested now that they had more pictures of me . They decided I had not broken up George and Pattie after all since there were so many recent photos of the two of them together , looking cozy and very much in love with each other . And they had eliminated Ringo from the pool of Beatle boys I was potentially seeing as well . That left John and Paul . And I was appalled at the speculation that something " strange " might be going on under either of the boys ' roofs . How could they dare suggest such a thing ? They had no right . This sort of coverage and speculation was pure filth in my opinion and had absolutely no place in journalism . It was simply gossip . And nasty , hurtful gossip at that . But this news coverage left no doubt in my mind that I had made the correct decision to take the job in Paris . John didn 't call that night and I was slightly worried it was because he had seen the news . Even so , it was best . Things were getting too crazy . We needed a break . I went through school the next day keeping my head down and completely ignoring all the whispering that had started up again . I was sure going to be glad to have some time away from that as well . Later that evening while I was doing some homework , the telephone rang . It was John . They were done with recording for the day and he wanted to come over , but I told him I was swamped with schoolwork and that it wasn 't a good time . I felt sick . There it was , hanging in silence , the golden opportunity for me to tell him about Paris . I took a deep breath … It was now or never . " Well that 's fantastic , love ! " John exclaimed excitedly , startling me momentarily . " When is it ? " he asked in a cheerful tone of voice . Well , I was shocked . It had never in a million years crossed my mind that he would think of going with me ! Besides the fact that he was a Beatle , he was also married ! " And when the fuck were you planning on telling me all this , Maggie ? ! Or weren 't you going to ? Or were you just going to leave me a fucking ' Dear , John ' note and let that be that ? And three weeks ? Three fuckin ' weeks ? We 'll be leaving on our tour by then , " he said , his tone becoming angrier and angrier . " Fuck that , Maggie ! You have me , you know . I 'll buy you anything you want . I 'll pay for anything you need . I 'll buy your whole bloody flat if that 's what you want , love . Just , please … Please , don 't leave me . Not now , " he began to sound desperate . " John , damn it , I don 't want your money . And I 'm insulted you think I would have you pay for anything for me . I love you . Your money means absolutely nothing to me . I have to do things for myself . I would think you would know that about me by now ? " " Christ 's sake , I do know that , but you have to understand that I would do anything for you . Anything to keep you here with me . I 'm asking you not to leave . " " You just said it , love ! Sleazy ! Right there in your own words ! Those people are the scum of the sodding earth . No one gives two shits what they have to say . " " I do , John ! Why is it so fucking difficult for you to understand that I do care ? ! " I shouted back , with a matching tone of anger rising in my own voice . " Because I 'm the one who has to deal with everyone 's shit ! Everyone , you understand ? All over the Goddamn world ! And you only have to deal with some snot - nosed college bastards . Our fuckin ' problems , yours and mine , are on two entirely different planes ! " By this point I was fuming . He just could not see where I was coming from at all . And what 's worse , he had little or no sympathy for me . I hung up the phone and felt like crying . But at the same time I was too angry to cry . I wanted to wring his neck . And kiss him . And sob . It was a mixture of emotions that I was not prepared to deal with and suddenly I felt very nauseous . I ran to the bathroom and heaved , but nothing came up . So I just lie there on the bathroom floor thinking how I could not wait to get away from everything for a while until I fell asleep . Wednesday passed uneventfully , save for the stares and whispers behind my back ; and one girl who shouted at me from across the street when I had stopped at a café for lunch . I 'm not sure what she said , but I know it was nothing too nice . I went home after school and finished working on assignments for my classes into the wee hours of the morning . John hadn 't called all day . At about four o ' clock in the morning I closed my last book and put everything away . All my schoolwork was done and once I turned it in the next day , I had nothing to worry about but catching my flight to France . I could barely believe they were going to pay for me to fly there and I was ecstatic . I needed a break . I needed just to get away from everything . The next morning I arrived at school , turned in my assignments to my professors , who greeted me with smiling faces , and then I went home to make sure I had everything in order to leave . I was sure John was still mad at me for going , and I wasn 't exactly thrilled at him either , but I will admit that it hurt my feelings that he had not called to say goodbye . I gathered up my luggage and waited in the living room for the cab driver to arrive and take me to the airport . But when the knock on the door finally came , I was surprised to see Christine standing in my doorway . " You didn 't honestly think I would let you go to Paris for three weeks without saying goodbye , did you ? I can only think of a few times in all the years that we have known each other when we 've gone that long without seeing one another , " she smiled and then we embraced . " Now get your stuff and I 'll take you to the airport . Paul wanted to come , but I told him he had better just stay home with everything that is in the news right now . " " Oh don 't worry about it , Paul sure isn 't . The press is nothing but a bunch of hounds . No one believes anything they read anyway . " " Oh , Christine , you can 't take me to the airport . Honestly , I don 't know where my head is ! I 've already called a cab . He should be here any minute . " " Don 't worry . We 'll just leave him a note on the door . I 'm sure he won 't mind that much , " Christine said . I agreed and we carried my luggage out to her car and loaded up . While we were driving to the airport I told Christine all about the fight John and I had and tried to get out of her whether he had said anything to her or Paul , but she said she hadn 't seen him . She told me the guys didn 't have much more work to do on the new album and then they would be finished for a little while . And then they were going to get ready to tour the UK . She told me that her mother was going to come for a visit and to meet Paul while I was away and I told her that I had not broken the news to my mother about leaving school to go model in Paris for a few weeks . Christine agreed it was a good idea to wait at least until I was already there to tell her . We arrived at the airport and Christine helped me with my luggage up to the desk where I was supposed to check in . But when a group of young girls recognized her and stopped us to ask for her autograph , we agreed it was time to part ways . I didn 't want to attract any attention to myself . The flight to Paris was short and sweet and I slept most of the way , which made it all the more enjoyable . Cindy was there to pick me up from the airport and she seemed very excited to see me . She talked the entire way to Claude 's office ; I barely had an opportunity to get a word in edgewise . But that was all right with me because I was too busy looking out my window to talk . Paris . It was already more fabulous than I ever could have imagined . There was so much to look at everywhere you looked that it was a bit overwhelming , so I felt a sense of relief when we finally arrived at the modeling studio . When we went in , Cindy let the receptionist know who I was and the receptionist buzzed Claude to let him know I was there . Claude came out to greet us dressed in black and white hounds - tooth slacks , a black turtleneck , and square " Buddy Holly glasses " with bright red frames . He looked stunning and I was a bit speechless . " Hey , looking good , kid , " he said when he saw me . " Thanks , Cynthia . Will you go and check on the others now , please ? " he asked her sweetly . " Good kid that Cynthia . Hey , Maggie , why 'd don 't you come back here and we 'll have a chat about the next few weeks . How was your flight ? " he said in an accent that sounded almost deliberately American , in a country that was so obviously not . I found it a little annoying that he called me " kid " when he was obviously not much older than I was , but for now he was the boss , so I just brushed it off . I followed him into his office , which was decorated in an ultra modern style . Everything was bold colors and geometric shapes and all the furniture looked cold and uncomfortable . I took a seat in an amoeba - shaped chair that confirmed my suspicions . How could anyone sit on something so uncomfortable ? I suppose the theory was style over comfort . " Strange . Well , nevertheless , I 'm glad you 're here , kiddo . It 's gonna be a hell of a run , but we should have some good times . This job will be one big party and there should be a little time to eye some sights as well . " " Oh , Maggie , baby , she 's not gonna be involved at all . She chose to stay in London and run another project we 're working on . Gonna photograph the Beatles for a little piece we 're doing . We 've worked with them before , so she already knows them . " And as soon as the words had left his mouth , I understood completely . That bitch . She wanted to get rid of me , so she could go after John . Well , that was just fine . I wasn 't going to stop her . If John wanted to sleep with her he would do that whether I was in town or not . Of course he being mad that I left will give him all the more reason to do it , but I couldn 't change that now . I tried to maintain a casual look on my face as Claude told me everything this modeling job entailed . And afterward , he sent me to the apartment where I would be staying for the next three weeks so I could change clothes and freshen up . He wanted to show me around Paris . The apartment was very posh and the décor was very French , unlike that of Claude 's office . It was a tiny little place , much smaller than my apartment in London , but I wasn 't paying for it , so I was not about to complain . I changed into a yellow pencil skirt , black fishnets , black Mary - Janes , black sweater , and a black beret to complete the ensemble with a bit of French flair . And just as I was touching up my makeup , there came a knock at my door . I opened it to find Claude standing before me , looking even more dashing than he had earlier , in a grey and white striped suit , purple turtleneck , and oval purple sunglasses . I felt my face flush . I was attracted to him . I hadn 't ever realized it before . But standing there , looking at him , hearing him call me " kid , " I had an uncontrollable urge to kiss him . Where did these feelings come from so suddenly ? How the hell was I going to work with him for three weeks now that I was aware of this physical attraction ? I tried to compose myself as I slowly nodded my head and grabbed my black coat , which was flung over a nearby chair . And then we headed out the door . The first place he took me to was the Eiffel Tower . And it was just as lovely as I had imagined , and possibly more so . We went up to the top and looked over all of Paris . The air was different in France . Everything felt freer . I was beginning to feel so trapped in London ; it was quite a pleasant change . We walked around , just taking in the French culture , while Claude told me all about himself . We were both excited to learn where the other had grown up . Our cities were very near each other back home in America . As fast - talking and sharp - tongued as Claude was , I would never have guessed that he had grown up in a relatively small town . But , he had lived in New York City for quite some time , so I suppose that explained it . The more he and I spoke to each other , the more we found that we had in common . And by the end of the evening it was like I was with an old friend . " Yeah . Could you please call me Maggie instead of ' kid ' ? I know it shouldn 't bother me . It 's probably something you call everyone , but it just … " " No problem , Maggie , " he laughed . " I know it annoys people sometimes . Hell , it even annoys me sometimes ! I don 't know where it comes from really . Maybe I use it as a way to condescend people . You know , makes me feel big or something , I don 't really know . But , I will try not to call you that . Sure , " he smiled warmly . " Oh , shit . I 'm sorry , Maggie . I 'm sure you have a boyfriend , right ? I couldn 't help myself . You look so fantastic and it 's just … fucking Paris , man , I don 't know . I 'm sorry . " " I really am sorry . I don 't want things to be weird now . I just … you 're so gorgeous . I liked you the moment you walked over to us at Piccadilly . " " No , really . I was just playing it cool , " he laughed . " You should see the shitty pictures I took when I turned away from you and started snapping again ! " I felt my face turn hot . I had no idea . I never got the impression he was the least bit interested in me . The next few weeks were going to be very interesting indeed . And sure enough they were . The days were packed with hair , makeup and fashion , posing for photographs , and sight - seeing with Claude , while the nights were filled with dinners , and fabulous parties and nightclubs with him , Cindy , and the other models . In fact , I was so busy that I didn 't even find the time to call my mother . I hoped maybe Christine would tell her mother who would relay the news to mine . I really hoped to God that my mom didn 't call my apartment in London and get no answer for three whole weeks . She would have a nervous breakdown from being so worried . I did , however , find time to call Christine and give her my phone number in Paris where John could reach me if he wanted to talk . But the entire time I was there I never received one call from him . I found myself missing him desperately , and I was hurt that he didn 't call , and I was confused by my feelings for Claude . It was all happening so fast between him and me . We got along so well and had so much to talk about . One morning he took me to the Louvre and we spent all day walking around and looking at the world 's masterpieces . And by the end of the day we were both too exhausted to change clothes and go to dinner , so he invited me over to his place for a bite to eat . I helped him make good old - fashioned American hamburgers , or as close to them as we could get using French ingredients , and as we ate , we reminisced about America . We talked about Kennedy , and the Civil rights movement , and American music ; everything from Sinatra to Elvis . And when we were done eating , we moved into his living area to listen to music . Claude got up and put on a record by a popular French singer named Marie LaForêt and asked me to dance . I accepted and as we danced , we began to kiss . It was not long before one thing had led to another and Claude and I had ended up in bed together . Directly afterwaI gathered my things and left Claude in the middle of the night with no explanation . And when we saw each other at work the next day he didn 't mention it at all . And to my relief , he didn 't act as if anything had changed between us . We spoke later and I tried to explain to him that I was at a confusing point in my life where I was not exactly sure what I wanted . He responded by telling me he understood completely and that I shouldn 't worry about it . We agreed to continue to see each other , but more sporadically , and on more friendly terms . And we did just that for my remaining week in Paris . Claude took me to the most glamorous parties and introduced me to all the hottest celebrities and fashion designers . At one party I met Vidal Sassoon , who was quite an elegant man , although slightly drunken at the time . And Pattie had been one - hundred percent correct that he would try and talk me into cutting my hair ! I turned down his gracious offer to style my hair with his " own two hands " and then made my way over to introduce myself to Ives Saint Laurent , whose clothes I had worn many times since I had been in Paris . Everyone was delightfully cordial to me considering the fact that I was really just a nobody , though I 'm certain it had to do with the fact that I was there with Claude , whom they all knew and respected a great deal . After an event - filled time in Paris , my three weeks had finally come to an end and , though my and Claude 's flights departed at different times , we went to the airport together . Claude wanted to make plans to get together once we were back in London , but I was hesitant . I asked him to give me a little time and he agreed obligingly . We exchanged a friendly peck on the lips and I left him at the airport as I boarded my flight back to London . I had briefly spoken to Christine one night before I left and I told her the time my flight was supposed to arrive in London . She said she didn 't think she would be able to pick me up but that she would try to send Mal or Neil after me . But I told her not to worry about it , that I would catch a taxi . The flight to London seemed much longer than the flight to Paris , though I knew that was not possible . I was exhausted , but I was unable to sleep . And for some reason I began to feel slightly claustrophobic . I took several deep breaths to try and relax myself and slowly I began to drift off , just as the Captain of the plane announced our decent . I gazed out the window watching London come more and more into view and tried to imagine how my first conversation with John would go when I finally saw him again . I missed him so much it hurt . I couldn 't wait to see him . But , I had not heard from him for three entire weeks , so I knew he was still angry at me . After we had finally landed , I gathered my things and made my way to find a taxi , only to see John 's Rolls Royce pull up in front of me . His driver got out and took my luggage from me , and loaded it into the car . I was so happy to see that car . I opened the backdoor and dove in . " Oh , John ! … " I exclaimed . But my excitement came to an abrupt ending when I saw that there was no one else in the car . His driver got in and began to pull away . I opened my mouth to say thank you , but the words got caught in my throat . Is that really all he cared for me ? Just enough to send his driver ? My eyes began to fill up with tears and then they spilled over and began to run down my cheeks as I cried silently in the backseat of John 's car . But the more I thought about it , the more I tried to reason with myself that he didn 't have to send his car in the first place . He could have easily let me catch a cab . So , maybe sending his car after me even if he wasn 't there was something ? I 'm sure he meant it as a caring gesture . Still , I couldn 't help but feel hurt . " Oh , Christine has requested your attendance at a party that will be held tomorrow night at Neil and Mal 's flat . And I thought I would do everyone a favor and be the one to phone you myself . Do you think you should be able to attend ? " I was stunned that he was actually inviting me somewhere . And I was slightly suspicious . But I decided it would be lovely to see everyone and to catch up after three weeks of being apart . Even if it was going to be awkward seeing John . " Very well , then I feel the need to tell you that you must bring a date , Maggie . After everything that has happened in the news … All the talk … The gossip … We really don 't need any more controversy and Derek has suggested that you only come if you have a date . No exceptions . " I waited until just before bed to call Claude to see if he was going to be able to attend the party with me the following night . If he couldn 't , I wouldn 't be able to either . But that honestly would have suited me just fine . Seeing John for the first time in front of everyone else would be much more awkward than if we met in private to sort everything out . " Hey , Maggie , baby , " Claude answered . " How was your flight ? Mine was awful . Damn turbulence . I just got in about an hour ago in fact . " The next day I returned to school feeling very stressed out and way behind the other students . The materials my professors had provided me with probably would have been helpful in removing some of that stress had I actually had time to look them over while I was in Paris . But we had been busy day and night in France and now that I was back in London , I didn 't have a clue what was going on . Furthermore , they were already preparing for final exams . I was really going to have to focus if I wanted a chance at passing any of them . On top of that , there was another bombshell in the news that day . Those English reporters really were on top of things as far as gossip was concerned . Much to my horror , and surprise at the nerve of the press , there were a couple of photos of John 's car that had been taken at the airport yesterday . There was even one of the back of my head as I was getting into the car . I hadn 't seen any cameramen . Where had they been ? Hiding around the corner ? And how did they know to look for his car at the airport , unless perhaps , they had followed it from somewhere ; maybe from Abbey Road ? They were getting sneakier all the time . The article mentioned that " the Beatle was no where to be seen and was believed to have been in the studio when these photos were taken . " Which was a little of a relief . At least they weren 't suggesting he had come to pick me up all by himself . I continued reading to see that the article did point out that the " girl in these photos " was most likely the " same American girl " that had been seen with the Beatles on various other occasions . American girl ? How did they find out I was American ? They had certainly done their homework . But as I finished reading , I was glad to see that they hadn 't yet come up with my name . Or at least if they had , they didn 't feel it was appropriate to mention at this stage . After seeing that I wished Claude hadn 't agreed to go to the party with me . It was not going to be pleasant to see Brian after that . But it was not my fault . When I got home from school I rested a bit and did some studying before I started getting ready for the party . I had brought back some fabulous clothes from the job in Paris , so I had a plethora of outfits to choose from . I chose a black mini dress , bright pink tights and my black go - go boots . I had a pink motorcycle cap that matched the tights perfectly , so I pulled that on and did my hair in pig tails just below my chin . I slapped on some false eyelashes and hit the road . I told Claude I would be there at nine o ' clock to pick him up and it was already 9 : 15 when I left my house , but when he saw me , he didn 't seem the least bit annoyed by my tardiness . We drove for a little ways before he finally decided it might be nice to know whose party he was going to . " Oh , I 'm awfully sorry , " I laughed . " I didn 't tell you ? " I asked , knowing perfectly well I hadn 't . " It must have slipped my mind . Well , it 's … um … " I wondered how to break to him that I knew the Beatles ? It would be different than it was with Edward , because Claude knew the Beatles too . Still , he didn 't know I knew them too . And that was that . He wasn 't shocked . He wasn 't impressed . In fact , he was utterly indifferent . And boy was I relieved . When we arrived , security immediately recognized me and didn 't even question our being at the party . We went right in without a problem . And once I had been spotted , I was welcomed with whoops and hollers , but before I was able to return the excitement and say hello to anyone , I was promptly pulled away from Claude and taken aside . Neil had a stern look on his face as he dragged me into another room away from everyone and I had a sickening feeling that whatever he was about to tell me was not good news . Freda lives in a daydream where everything is possible and nothing is off limits . This story is her first attempt at fanfiction and she would greatly appreciate your feedback . Thanks for stopping by !