September 22, Tuesday. Wimpole Street., 9:46am

[jamesmacca]

I ran a hand through my hair, making my way up the stairs to my room. The attic. I sighed, unlocking the door and stepping inside.

Jane was already there, smiling at me.

"Hello, love," I mumbled, wanting nothing more than to just go to sleep.

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[janey_asher]

I paced eagerly around the attic, looking over at the clock every now and then. I had been waiting to see him for what seemed like years and the day was finally here. I hoped he wouldn't be too tired so perhaps we could go out for lunch or at least spend time together around the house.

I heard the door unlock and before I even said hello, I ran forward and leaped into his arms, burying my face in his neck. My arms and legs were tightly wrapped around him and a wide smile was playing on my lips. I hadn't been this happy to see someone in what seems like forever.

"I missed you," I simply said, my mind clouded with happiness. I hope he wasn't too startled by my greeting, but I didn't care.

He was home.

[jamesmacca]

I stumbled back, grabbing onto her quickly.

"Ah, I missed you too." I placed a kiss to her cheek. God I was tired. I didn't sleep much on the plane. I should have felt guilty, but I didn't. "I'm exhausted, Jane."

[janey_asher]

My smile fell into a frown as I pulled back, releasing my legs' grip from his waist, my hands still on his shoulders. Exhausted? He barely even seemed excited to see me. My heart plunged to my stomach and I suddenly felt my mood drop.

"Oh," I spoke, my voice barely above a whisper. "I thought maybe we could spend some time together since you've been gone for so long..."

[jamesmacca]

I sighed, noting her disappointment.

"I didn't get to sleep much on the plane. We'll do something tomorrow, okay? I've missed you and I want to be rested so I can treat you right." God, I sounded like an ass. I walked over to my bed and sat down, thinking of what I could say if Jane asked me what I did on the plane.

Cards, played, talked with Brian, wrote a song? Everyone was talking so I couldn't sleep.

I kicked my shoes off.

"Want to lay down with me?"

[janey_asher]

Sadness swept over me as I closed my eyes, shaking my head. God dammit, I didn't want to cry right now. I swallowed back the melancholy, backing away from Paul.

"I'm not tired," I murmured, folding my arms. His first day back and I was already disappointed.

[jamesmacca]

"Janey, come on. I've been awake since the tour started. A different concert every night in a different state." I shrugged my jacked off. "I'll take you out tomorrow, I promise."

[janey_asher]

"So you mean to tell me you didn't sleep at all, this whole time?" I laughed hollowly. I knew he was exhausted and I understanded that, but he barely even looked excited to see me. "I'm sure all those American girls you were canoodling with played a factor in that, right?"

Open mouth, insert foot. I was hoping I would've pushed that far back into my sub-conscious so that wouldn't ever come up in daily conversation.

[jamesmacca]

"Oh come on Jane, it's not like we're married! I've been working my arse off; slept a few hours every night if I was lucky. Just let me get some sleep and I'll take you out for dinner tonight." Was she going to keep this up? Berate me with questions? Why couldn't she understand that I was tired?

[janey_asher]

I scoffed, completely shocked at his behaviour. "So just because we're not married, you're allowed to sleep around behind my back, while I sit at home? How is that at all fair?"

"I don't care about dinner," I said, feeling the long-awaited tears springing up in my eyes, unable to hold them back anymore. "Why didn't you tell me before? Why did I have to find out with the rest of the world on the telly?"

[jamesmacca]

I groaned, lying back on the bed.

"What did you expect, Jane? Like I said, we're not married. It doesn't matter. They're not my girlfriends; they're only random birds." I rolled onto my side. "Just let me get some rest."

[janey_asher]

"No," I grabbed his waist and pulled him back to face me again. "How would you like it if I slept with, I don't know, Keith Richards?" I thought back to the article I had read at Cynthia's, his name was the first that came up. "And then I told the entire world that I was sleeping with other people behind your back. How would you feel?"

[jamesmacca]

"I never told the world that I was sleeping with you behind your back. I don't see any headlines saying 'Paul McCartney cheats on girlfriend Jane Asher'. I said that I dated a few girls. What if we said we didn't? Then we would have been accused of not liking American girls."

[janey_asher]

"So what? I don't see why I have to suffer in place of a few American girls," I sat on the edge of my bed, the tears freely falling as I picked at the hem of my dress. "You should've just kept your damn mouth shut like John and George did, instead of embarrassing me."

[jamesmacca]

I sighed and took Jane's hand as I sat up. I hated to see her cry.

"Jane, I'm sorry. I was just trying to keep the press happy. I'm home now, okay? And there's no one else I want besides you."

[janey_asher]

I squeezed his hand lightly, lifting my head and looking him straight in the eyes.

"You have all these other girls," I whispered. "Why do you even need me?"

[jamesmacca]

"All those other girls don't even compare to you. They see me as nothing more as a Beatle and last barely a night. You, you're here for me. I'm more than just the Cute Beatle to you." I dragged my thumb underneath her eyes, wiping away her tears and gently cupping her face in my hand.

"I need someone I can talk to and trust. I don't want any of those other girls."