Saturday night.

It's the night where I'd usually be out with Minnie either having a really great time, or putting myself in life threatening danger. One way or the other I'd at least be getting out of the house. Not tonight. Minnie's attention for the past week had been had been consumed on her new boyfriend. Rory.

I now owed Minnie fifty pounds (that I do not have) on a stupid bet that we'd made back at the begging of last year. How was I supposed to know she would actually end up with Rory?! It was quite possibly the biggest twist of the century.

So while Minnie was out, I was at home watching Ed Sullivan reruns to distract myself, at this point I was trying to forget about George completely, but since he's under the management of my uncle it seemed impossible.

I was humiliated for thinking what he said to me that night was true. Trying to put the puzzle pieces together of why he now seemed to resent my presence, I'd realized it had to have been something I'd done at the Cavern. I thought for a moment he'd maybe even been jealous of Ringo, but I quickly dismissed it, that couldn't possibly be it. Nothing romantic even had happened between Ringo and I.

Paul had been calling me on the phone every hour on the hour to apologize for Iris's outburst the other night and to apologize for what she'd done with my ex boyfriend. I'd told him he didn't need to worry, but he still kept ringing whenever he could throughout the past couple days. When I had gotten a chance to ask Paul about George, he had told me he hadn't a clue what was going on with George, but it didn't seem good.

"Hello, Epstein residence." My uncle picked up the phone with a sigh from having just given up his spot in his book to pick up the phone. He glanced over at me after a moment of listening to the other end of the line.

"Yes, she's right here, one moment please." He held the phone away from his ear motioning for me to come over.

I pried myself up from my spot on the couch with my only hope being that George would be on the other line to talk and not another one of Paul's apologies. I took the phone from my uncle's hands and could feel my heart rate quickening with a false sense of hope that made my hand shake slightly with excitement.

"Hello?" I watched as my uncle left the room to give me some privacy.

"Poppy!" Ringo's voice unexpectedly called from the other end of the telephone making a wave of wonderment crash over me.

"Ringo?" It came out confused from not hearing George's or Paul's voice.

"Oh please, don't act so happy to hear from me." He retorted sarcastically making me giggle. There was lots of background noise so I assumed he must've been at a gig.

"I'm sorry, I thought it was going to be Paul, he's been calling all day." I sighed playing with the telephone cord as I spoke.

"About him, he's on his way to pick you up right about now." Ringo spoke quietly making my eyes widen in fear.

"W-What? Why? I-" I looked down at my nightgown suddenly feeling panicked. I wasn't ready to leave my house and did not plan on having Paul see me anytime in the near future being dressed like this.

"Oh come on Poppyyy, it's our last gig before Hamburg. You'll see George. His birthday is coming up y'know." Ringo spoke suggestively obviously unaware of how those words actually stung. I cleared my throat and continued to talk trying to brush off the pit forming in my stomach.

"So, h-he's co-" The sound of a car horn interrupted my sentence. My eyes widened. He wasn't joking.

"Oh, that must be him then." Ringo laughed awkwardly. I sighed deeply. "Alright-then-I'll-see-you-here." He mumbled quickly and hung up.

"R-rin-Ringo?!" I spoke to the dead line, fear building up inside of me, I didn't want Paul to see me with no makeup and curlers in my hair.

Before I could even think of looking up from the phone my uncle had opened the door to a perfectly chipper Paul, who looked unaffected from his breakup only days ago. My face instantly turned red as I tried to pull the short nightgown further down to cover up.

"Paul? What brings you by? Come in, come in, you must be freezing." He let a shivering Paul into the entrance gleefully.

"Well, actually I was here to see if Poppy wanted to come to the," he paused looking over at me, seeing me trying cover myself up, which I was failing miserably at. "The, um, Casbah." He looked back to my uncle with red cheeks hopefully. My uncle looked back to me then at Paul thoughtfully.

"Alright," he pursed his lips. "As long as she's back by a decent hour." He looked pointedly at Paul, to which Paul sent his signature McCartney smile that could charm anyone instantly.

I was surprised by my uncles amount trust in Paul, I suppose he figures he's probably the most innocent one in the group considering how I'd slipped up and practically told him something went on with George and I. The two of them looked back to me making my already tomato red cheeks deepen in colour.

"So, what do you say?" Paul asked with a wink.

"Erm, I'll just go get changed." I agreed just realizing how white my knuckles were as they clutched onto the bottom of nightgown tightly.

Before any further thought, I bolted up the stairs to make myself up. Well this was great, how had Ringo been planing for me to go to his gig, yet not even notify me that I was going until the very last minute.

I threw on a pair of rolled up blue jeans and a plain white blouse hoping I looked half decent and (painfully) ripped out the curlers from my hair revealing damp half curled locks of my untamed platinum hair. I cringed at the sight and quickly brushed through it mentally questioning why I had agreed to go out in the first place.

Once Paul and I had gotten into his car outside he continued to apologize for everything that had happened and promised that tonight would be a night away from all of that drama and we'd have fun watching Ringo and his band.

"So, Hamburg is coming up soon then?" I asked trying to make conversation but having the thought of it nearly tear me apart inside.

"Oh yeah, you're going to love it there," he spoke upbeat with a glint of excitement in his eyes.

"Paul, I- I'm not going." I spoke playing with my hands.

"And why not?" He asked shocked.

"Well, school mostly. I don't think my uncle would want me around that part of Germany anyway." I sucked on my bottom lip nervously.

"Oh nonsense, Brian will let you miss a few weeks." Paul brushed it off as we got into a parking spot just outside of the club.

I doubt it, I thought longingly. Like the gentleman he was, he came over to my side of the car to open the door for me. I blushed as he helped me out, but quickly stiffened as I saw John and George at the doors of the club.

"They've made it! I thought you two would've headed straight for a motel now that Paul here is single." John called with a smirk.

"Oh come off it Lennon." Paul scoffed rolling his eyes with pink cheeks.

As a group we walked inside seeing Ringo's band already on the stage preforming the familiar sweet sound of rock n roll. The thick dark clouds of smoke filling the air made my chest feel heavy and I coughed a couple times to try and relive myself from the tension in my lungs. I looked over to George who seemed to have his attention on the cigarette he was smoking himself, his stone cold poker face staying unaffected throughout.

"They're good huh?" I tried to make conversation with John which I immediately regretted and hoped he hadn't heard me. He seemed to already have had a bevvy and he looked even more sarcastic than usual.

"Oh, not as good as us though," he tutted me jokingly. "Besides, I'm much more attractive than, that." He scrunched his nose and turned his head to Rory, whom was making odd facial expression as he sung, being really deep into the song. I couldn't help but snicker at the sight. Paul seemed the find the tipsy John funny as well, he was laughing along with us.

"I'm going to get a drink." George mumbled quietly walking away from the three of us. John furrowed his eyebrows.

"He's already had five." John looked slightly impressed by his band mates alcohol intake.

"Alright George." He praised George quietly to himself with a laugh. I felt a lump in my throat grow at the thought of George getting too out of control. No, I thought, George has more sense than that.

I heard Paul clear his throat and look over my shoulder with a scowl. I looked in the direction to where he was looking to see Iris at the door happily, looking completely over Paul in absolutely no time.

Just as things seem to be okay, she makes an appearance and turns everything around in the worst way possible. My mouth gaped open and I cussed under my breath in disbelief. This couldn't be happening, I thought to myself frustratedly.

"Uhm, let's go over there," Paul spoke uncomfortably leading me over closer to the stage away from where she'd just entered. We'd lost John almost immediately, lord knows what that man gets up to when he's clubbing.

We stopped near the stage and watched the band play for a few songs, with Ritchie making funny expressions at us that made us laugh uncontrollably.

He looked extremely happy to see us here, he'd probably thought I wouldn't come on such short notice. Well neither did I and yet, here I am.

He was a very good drummer, probably the best in Liverpool, and Paul agreed with my thoughts strongly once I had nervously mentioned it after a few songs. He even told me he thought Ringo was a better drummer than Pete, which is now a secret I swore on my life not to tell anyone about.

As we were watching the next song that coincidentally Ringo was singing, Paul seemed to become fixated on something behind me, looking very angry and almost, panicked for a moment. My eyebrows knitted together curiously.

"What are you-" I started to turn my head around to the sight.

"No!" Paul blurted making my head whip back around to him wondering now more than ever what was wrong.

"What's going on Paul?" I asked curiously knowing from the slight twitch of his eye he was keeping something from me, like there was a secret and I couldn't look behind me.

"Nothing! Um, tell you what, why don't we go somewhere just you and I?" He smiled. I was about to turn around when he suddenly turned me back around and crashed his lips to mine forcefully, in the least romantic way possible. He pulled away quickly with an anxious smile.

"Wh-what was that for?" I asked uncomfortably being held in placed as he snuck a glance over my shoulder.

"Nothing." His voice squeaked in nervousness with a forced smile plastered on his face. I rolled my eyes with a smile as he kept his hands on my shoulders to keep me in place. He was acting crazy and people around us were staring to stare.

"Alright, let's go then." I said attempting to turn around to get outside but was unable under Paul's harsh grip. I furrowed my eyes brows.

"Uh, No! I meant, stay here and chat." He spoke peering over my shoulder again letting a small frown appear on his lips. Once his attention was locked on something far off I quickly slipped out of his grip to see what he was staring at that he so blatantly tried to keep me from seeing.

When my eyes fell on George I felt sick to my stomach. I gawked at the sight of him pressed up against Iris, as they were stuck onto one another playing tonsil tennis near the bar. I looked away quickly, the mere act of watching was tearing my heart into millions of pieces.

"Poppy-" I heard Paul say sorrowfully placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Don't." I spoke in barely a whisper as tears burned my eyes but I refused to let them fall, she would want the satisfaction of watching me break down. I bit forcefully down on my bottom lip drawing blood as I feebly pushed past people quickly ignoring Paul's pleas for me to stay.

I passed John by the front door, who seemed oblivious to what was taking place as we spoke.

"Hey there Prudence." John snickered to himself tapping on the end of his cigarette. When he saw the first tear escape my eye his face immediately flashed with concern.

"What's wrong Pop?" He asked protectively, seeming sober for a moment from his seriousness. I shook my head and pushed past him to the outside of the club quickly.

"Poppy, he's drunk, he doesn't know what he's doing!" Paul called after me as we got outside into the chilled winter air. My breathing seemed to worsen as I got outside and I felt more anxious than I had before.

Paul caught ahold of my arm, and all I could think about was George, I wanted to badly for the pain in my chest to disappear along with the feelings I had for him.

My chest tightened as the tears streamed down my face freely now, without any restraint. I felt like such a moron, I shouldn't feel this way, but George knew how much Iris has messed up Paul and I's lives and the fact that he had no consideration for me whatsoever made me feel completely tossed aside and betrayed.

"He knows what he was doing." I choked out having difficulty breathing. Wheezing for air, I suddenly felt as if the world and everything around me was going dark and spinning, my lungs feeling at a loss for air as I desperately tried to fill my lungs with oxygen. The panic rushing through me caused me to shake slightly as I stood there weakly in front of Paul.

"Poppy?" He looked at me worriedly just before everything around me went completely black.