I woke up drearily, hoisting myself into a sitting position seeing my uncle at the desk with papers scattered across it. There was no vacationing for the man. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the window that was letting light pool into the room, making me wince. My head was pounding and I felt like death, I could barely remember what had happened the night before. I was actually glad I had passed out cold for the night, I heard from all the boys that the street noise and club music made it difficult to sleep here at all.

Slowly, like some sort of James Bond villain, my uncle turned around in the swivel chair, looking at me with utter distaste.

"Have fun last night, Poppy?" He smiled mirthlessly at me.

"Yeah, why?" I pursed my lips knowing well that I was really in for it. He left me alone for only a short amount of time and I'd managed to get myself hammered. That was really the way to assure him he'd made the right decision to let me come, a sarcastic voice spat in the back of my head.

"I'll tell you why-" My uncle whisper yelled, leaning in closer to me. I put a hand out to stop him from speaking further to address what I'd done.

"If this is about me drinking, I promise you I'll never, ever do it again. It was stupid, and I take full responsibility," I started to accept the trouble coming my way.

"-I wasn't talking about that. However I'm upset about that too." He leaned back in his chair disappointedly.

My jaw dropped baffled. There was something else? Of course there was. How did I expect to get pissed and think nothing else would've happened while I was in that state. I had probably said something rude to someone. Oh, I hope it wasn't George.

"So, you don't remember saying a certain three words to the lead guitarist of the Beatles?" He asked with an eyebrow cocked. My stomach immediately dropped and I felt like my whole world came crashing down. Had I really said, I love you, to George? And in front of my uncle Brian? No, it had to have been another three words.

"What- I -I," I began to stutter trying so hard to remember last night.

"Haven't been telling me everything? Yeah, because I don't think "just friends" say I love you to each other Poppy." My uncle Brian spoke rising to his feet. I was about to speak when he spoke again.

"I'm going downstairs to get some breakfast." He spoke quietly with a sigh as he turned and walked out of the room. I stood up speechlessly, I couldn't be angry or even sad, I had put this on myself.

Hanging my head, I grabbed one of my bags to get an outfit to wear and take my asthma medicine.

I was trying to run through millions of apologies in my head, desperately trying to find the right words to say to my uncle. I seemed to keep throwing things at my uncle and making his life more difficult every day. I felt a deep agony fully knowing he didn't even have to take care of me. I could've stayed with my grandparents, or been put in an orphanage, but Brian took me in, and I felt terrible for turning his plans up on their head like I had been doing.

A knock came at the door and I quickly wiped away a stray tear that had fallen from my eye despite my brain that was telling me not to cry. I fixed my silk pink button up pyjama shirt and pants and started to walk over to the door.

I approached the door with slight fear, all the possibilities of who it could be in Hamburg nearly made my heart jump into my throat. I carefully looked into the peephole, seeing George.

My eyes widened, I hadn't even thought about what I would say to George. I had told him I loved him for God's sake! Not only that though, I had meant it. I think I known it for awhile, I just really hadn't mustered up the courage to say anything, or to admit it to myself. The last time I said I love you to someone he ended up breaking my heart in a million pieces.

I held my breath as I opened the door. The worst part of what I had said is that I hadn't the slightest clue if he loved me back. Maybe I had forced it and things wouldn't be the same anymore.

His face lit up as he saw me. He was fully dressed in a suit already with no signs of a hangover which were gnawing at me nonstop since I had opened my eyes.

"Good morning love." He smiled taking a step closer and kissing my cheek. I winced at the word "love".

"Good morning." I smiled up at him pushing down my nerves.

"Come in." I smiled and stepped aside as he stepped inside the room. I shut the door and turned to him, seeing he was in an especially good mood this morning. It was silent for a moment, before I spoke up.

"Can we talk about last night." I blurted with a sigh afterwards, closing my eyes tightly. Clearly, my mind didn't have control of my emotions, because I would've said something completely different if it weren't for my stupid feelings.

"Sure." His face grew solemn, nodding.

"I know what I said, and I'm sorry if it's sudden," I bit my bottom lip not knowing exactly how to put it. I took a step closer to him away from the door.

"I, I did mean what I said though, I love you George." I said bashfully, extremely antsy not knowing if I'd just made the situation worse or not. It might've been a bit brash to say it the way I did, but I needed to tell him.

A smile illuminated on George's face as he took both of my hands into his. He stared into my eyes with passion as he leaned in and placed a very meaningful kiss on my lips. When they say a kiss is worth a thousand words, they aren't joking. He placed his hands around my waist as I gently held his cheeks in my hands. It lasted for a minute or two until George pulled away to speak.

"I love you too Poppy." He smiled tucking my hair behind my ear. I smiled still in his arms, looking up at him with absolute love in my eyes, and seeing him return the same look. He began to kiss me down my neck, making me whimper. Before I knew it, we were on the hotel bed, and what happened next, well-

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Knock, knock, knock. Someone knocked on the door making George and I jump, moving away from each other with terrified looks on our faces.

"Shit." I whispered wide eyed getting up from the bed. If it was my uncle I was getting disowned. I got the shirt and pants I was going to wear today, quickly attempting to get it on as George hurried to get his suit on.

"Who is it?" I called buttoning up the shirt quickly, in a panicked state. No one answered, making me even more nervous. I patted down my hair quickly, trying to make it appear nice as I watched as George buckled his belt, still shirtless. He sent an apologetic look as he grabbed his shirt and started to button it.

Once I was put together enough I walked to the door and looked through the peephole, seeing John and Paul. I winced and opened the door, greeting the two smiling boys happily.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" I smiled nervously at the two musicians.

"Where's George?" John spoke with a big grin, acting too innocently.

"He's here. George, it's John and Paul!" I warned him. Over to the door came George, also fully dressed making me sigh in relief.

"What's up?" George asked curiously making John and Paul grin wildly like schoolboys who knew a dirty secret.

"Well we were going to catch a bite to eat and see if you two would fancy coming, but you might want to zip your pants first George." John quipped, smirking. George's face turned bright red as he looked down to see John was right and zipped them up quickly.

"Erm, I could go for breakfast." I smiled happily trying to avoid the embarrassment.

"Alright then." John smirked. I asked for a second and I grabbed the room key and sunglasses because of the sensitivity my eyes were feeling. While doing so I heard John and Paul laughing and congratulating George.

I returned to them with crimson red cheeks so we could go downstairs and eat, praying they wouldn't embarrass us the whole time.

"Has anyone heard from Pete?" George asked the boys, breaking the awkward silence as we began to walk down the stairs.

"No, the bastard probably got drunk and slept in a dumpster." John spoke annoyedly.

"Well lets hope he comes back, we can't have Ringo play the rest of the trip, he has his own band y'know." Paul said to John worriedly, although it didn't seem to phase John at all.

Once we had gotten into the lobby, we saw a sight that was utterly unexpected. Pete had just walked in the doors with a cute short haired blonde who had bloodshot eyes from crying, and wearing all black from head to toe.

"Astrid?" John questioned, his face falling.