Today was the day the madness really began,

Hamburg, Germany.

To say my uncle was a nervous wreck would be the understatement of the year as we were at NEMS that day.

"Poppy, you've got all you things here, correct?" My uncle inquired anxiously for the fiftieth time with an armful of papers rushing out of his office and over to Alistair's.

"Yes sir, all my things are here and ready to go." I confirmed flatly looking down at a Mercybeat magazine. We were all planning on meeting here before we drove off to the airport, which now would be any minute.

I hadn't really seen any of the boys accept for George since they'd shown up to the house to tell me about their meeting they set up at EMI, I'd had either been working, going to school, or feeling sick the entire week. I had definitely caught something from George, but by this time the only remains of the virus was an irritated throat.

"Hello." Someone suddenly whispered in my ear making me jump. I looked up abruptly to see John with a smirk turning his lips upward.

"Fuck off." I said clutching my hand with my heart. He laughed cheekily.

"Good afternoon to you too darling." He jabbed happily, almost too chipper. My expression stayed rested on my features, looking at him unenthusiastically. George and Pete entered in after him both smiling from ear to ear making me perk up suddenly fixing my posture in the presence of George.

George smiled at me and came over to the counter with a gleeful bounce in his step. I leaned over and placed a kiss on his lips softly, which he returned joyfully, making me feel like I was on top of the world.

"Get a room." John groaned. I giggled at George's annoyed expression as he glared at John clearly over John's comments.

"Oh boys! You're here!" My uncle exclaimed joyously making my stomach drop as I sat back down in my chair, he still had no clue about George and I, I felt so guilty considering his parents knew all about me. I had even gone to that dinner that George had invited me to and all I could think about was how much I knew I needed to tell my uncle. John nodded with a grin, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Paul is in the car fixing his hair." John scoffed. "He's been looking at himself in the mirror all morning y'know." John spoke amusedly making Pete and George snicker.

"Have not!" Paul broke in abruptly, coming through the doors of NEMS. I smirked at John as his amused expression grew.

"Yes you have, and you've been pacing around the living room rambling about nothing for hours. Are you nervous about something, Macca?" John spoke pushing Paul's patience.

They started to bicker, leaving my uncle to look over at me helplessly, as if we were babysitting two toddlers. I shrugged with a dazed smile, I felt in too good of a mood to be brought down.

"-you're a bloody wanker John. Keep Dot out of it you twat!" Paul screeched clearly louder than the rest of the argument making my eyebrows crease. Dot? I pursed my lips trying to brush off the thought looking down over at George who's mouth was slightly agape at John's previous comment.

"Alright boys, that's enough." My uncle spoke sternly after a moment of their continuous back and forth. They both huffed with irritation.

"Shall we go to the airport then?" George asked lightheartedly in hopes lift the tension in the room.

"Yes! We should get going, our fight-flight leaves soon." My uncle agreed nervously looking at his watch. I bit my lip to muffle my laughter. I then stood up to grab my luggage that were laid on the ground beside when George came over to my side to help.

"I got it." He said with a grin as he grabbed the biggest bag I had and picked it up by the handle clearly having some difficulty as his cheeks puffed out slightly.

"You're moving to Hamburg then?" He asked sarcastically feeling how heavy the bag was.

"Funny." I spoke trying not to grin.

"If we're going to Hamburg for a month I'd like to be prepared." I spoke matter-o-factly smiling like an idiot as the amused look in George's big brown eyes grew. It still baffled me that I was accompanying them to Hamburg, and I sure as hell had lots of packages of homework to do while we were there.

"Well we'll see you and Poppy there Brian, won't we George?" John spoke wearily, almost in a warning tone as watching the two of us. I looked over at my uncle for a moment who was looking between George and I intently.

"Erm, yeah." George smiled innocently.

We all filled out of NEMS packing up the cars and began to head to the airport. Of course with the boys in one car and my uncle and I in the other. My nerves were really starting to gnaw at me, I had never even gone anywhere on an airplane before, and knowing our destination was Hamburg, one of the dirtiest cities in the world, didn't quite ease my stomach either. Who knows what kind of people roam those streets at night.

"What's Hamburg like?" I asked quietly watching out the window at the cloudy Liverpool sky.

"Raunchy." Uncle Brian stated simply. I cracked a smile and turned my head towards him, looking at his wide eyes as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

"Well watch out Hamburg, here comes the Beatles." I smirked seeing my uncle crack a smile.

"They'll fit right in." My uncle looked at me with a smirk. I bursted into a fit of laughter, I couldn't imagine the sort of trouble they were going to get themselves into. I popped a lozenge and sat back, closing my eyes with a grin.

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"Poppy, we're here." My uncle shook my shoulder lightly.

"Huh?" I said wiping my eyes and sitting up. I must've fell asleep. I yawned and nodded, opening the door of the car and stepping out. My uncle started to unload our bags as the boys parked their car a couple spots away from ours. The radio in the car was blasting, causing my uncle to rub his temple with his free hand.

"Remind me how long the flight is again Poppy?" My uncle sighed as the boys got out from the car.

"Too long." I smiled watching his features become extremely disappointed.

"You're telling me." He mumbled to himself taking the last bag out and closing the trunk.

"Brian!" John spoke suddenly slapping his hand down on my uncle's shoulder causing him to jump. He shot daggers at John.

"It's a beautiful day for flying, isn't it?" John smiled too sweetly for comfort.

"I don't know, it's actually pretty cloudy out Lennon." I quipped. He sent a fake smile my way.

"Thanks," he brushed me off. "So Brian, what do you say me and the boys go out to a club when we get to Hamburg," John presented his idea innocently. I tuned out from their conversation shaking my head as I grabbed my bags and started to walk to the airport building. All the boys had started to walk in that direction as well, making me extremely anxious, there was definitely no turning back now.

Once we had gotten into the airport George had found his way beside me.

"Nervous?" He inquired scanning over my tenseness.

"Not at all." I spoke forgetting to breathe, gripping my luggage tighter, making my knuckles white.

"It's alright." He smiled down at me as we waited to give our bags to the flight attendants to put on the plane. I grabbed onto his hand nervously, making his cheeks heat up.

"George," Paul turned around from beside the other two guys to hand us our tickets. His eyes flickered down to our hands, then quickly back up to George's face.

"Your tickets." He spoke quickly handing George the tickets. Paul smiled at me uncomfortably for a moment before turning back around.

"So, have you ever flown before?" George asked as we began to walk to the plane.

"Yes." I smiled briefly at him before looking away trying to hide my warm cheeks.

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"I need to get off this plane." I muttered to myself wide eyed as I sat on the plane between my uncle and George.

"I thought you said you've flown before?" George questioned with a smirk turning his attention away from the window over to me.

"She's never even gone so far as London." My uncle chuckled. I gulped and readjusted my sweaty grip on the arm rests.

"It's alright." George put his hand on mine reassuringly when my uncle wasn't looking. My body suddenly relaxed from its tense position. There was a glimmer of something in his soft brown eyes I couldn't quite put a label on. It made me feel like I hadn't another care in the world when I looked into them. It fell like I was at home, no matter where we were, Liverpool or Hamburg.