A week had passed.

Hamburg was one of the craziest experiences I'd had in my entire life and I was having difficulty keeping up with it all.

Paul and I had been on thin ice for awhile, us both afraid to stir up anything between the two of us, the boys were still slightly sad from their departed friend, they were playing seven hours gigs at the Star Club, and George and I were getting more and more serious by the day.

My uncle had been very clear that he wasn't completely fond of the idea of the two of us dating, but he said I was old enough to make my own decisions and do what made me happy. So I decided that being with George was truly when I was my happiest.

"We have to go, we play in an hour." George whispered down to me as I was laying between his legs, the back my head resting on his chest as he sat up against the headboard of the bed as he played with my hair.

"Do you have to go?" I asked with a large frown wanting to stay with him for as long as possible. This was one of the rare moments I actually got alone with George, he was always so busy with the band.

"I'm afraid so." He chuckled making me smile. I sat up and untangled myself from him reluctantly. He stood up from the bed, fixing his hair that he had slightly messed up from laying down. He looked at me admiringly for a moment, making me shift a bit uncomfortably, this kind of attention was very new to me.

His expression contorted slightly, making him looked troubled.

"Poppy, I-" he began anxiously looking nervously at me.

"-Alright, get off of each other you wild animals, I'm coming in." John called before opening the door and entering the room. George and I both gave him unimpressed looks, making him grin wildly.

"Ready to go?" He asked wiggling his eyebrows. George nodded sombrely. I watched the two of them in awe as they began to talk music. George's eyes lit up as they talked, making it clear how much the band really meant to him.

It was evident how much the boys were meant for show business. My uncle had even told me George Martin from EMI and him were chatting about having the boys go down sooner rather than later for their auditions. I knew it was practically inevitable that they would make it into show business on a much higher level, but I was trying to grasp onto these moments with them the best I could while I still had them.

We all prepared ourselves to go to the Star Club in our rooms. My uncle came into the room looking to be in a good mood.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" I inquired raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing." He shrugged with a lazy grin, obviously hiding something. I was about to call him out for it when I heard yelling from the boys' room.

"Where are we going?" John yelled giggling.

"To the top!" The boys answered joyfully.

"Where's that?" John asked.

"To the toppermost of the poppermost!" The boys yelled back laughing.

My uncle and I gave each other a funny look before both laughing along. The walls were absolutely paper thin.

We all soon got out of our rooms and grabbed our taxis down to the club. I realized why Brian was so uptight about me coming, I had seen signs for exotic dancers at other clubs, seen many scary burly biker men looking me up and down hungrily, and I had witnessed many fights in the streets, Hamburg really was, something.

Not to mention how I was underage for the clubs, but since my slip up I hadn't drank any and I had tried stay away from bouncers. George and the rest of the band warned me that George had gotten deported when he was my age because the club had found out he was underage. It frightened me, but I didn't let it stop me from having a good time, if I were going to get deported, I was going to have fun until then.

When we had gotten into the club and the boys rushed onto the stage, my uncle spoke up.

"Has George been treating you well?" He asked pryingly, looking for any sort of drop of expression he could take as something against George. A smile almost seemed to be under toning his serious question making me slightly skeptical.

"Of course, he's a perfect gentleman." I assured him with a grin. My uncle gave me a pitiful look and stayed motionless for a moment.

"What if the boys, make it?" He asked quietly looking back to the Beatles who were playing another original song, absolutely killing their performance and making the crowd roar with delight.

I guess my uncle had the same question on his mind as I had weighing me down. I looked back at the lads as well, seeing that they were all completely in their element, fully tuned into their music and undistracted by anything else around them. I looked at everyone dancing in the club and all the fans at the edge of the stage completely fawning over them in complete awe.

"Then I let him go." I sighed, keeping my eyes on George as he played his solo in the song. I felt my uncle's eyes on me worriedly. He knew exactly what I meant by my words, and although it seemed grown up of me to have come to that decision, he knew how much it was tearing me apart on the inside.

We watched the rest of their set until their fifteen minute break, which by then a monstrous headache had come one from the loud music and my thoughts mixing.

The group of boys came over to us, sweat completely drenching their hair and foreheads at this point in the night. They all began to talk about the set accept for John who turned to me.

"Bring it in." A sweaty John opened his arms wide as he motioned for me to hug him.

"No thank you John." I declined cringing. He simply ignored me, approaching me with his wide arms.

"Get back!" I screeched laughing. I started to back away from him as he followed me with a devilish grin. It lasted until we reached the bar and I was cornered. He wrapped his arms around me making me hold my breath so I wouldn't smell his sweat.

"Please! Please! Help me!" I laughed still cringing. John laughed as well and released me making me cuss underneath my breath as I wiped myself off over exaggeratedly. I massaged my temples trying to reduce the headache, but it wasn't leaving anytime soon.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked narrowing his eyes questioningly.

"I've got a massive headache. I haven't a clue why uncle Brian wanted to stand beside the amps." I whined. John stuck a hand deep in his pocket, letting his pink tongue slip out of his mouth in concentration.

His face morphed into joy as he found what he was looking for. He opened the small container and poured something into his hand, then swiftly stuffed the container back into his trouser pocket.

"Try one of these." John extended a funny little white pill out to me. I examined it quizzically.

"Does this help with headaches?" I asked holding my head, feeling the throbbing sensation pulsating through my entire body. John pursed his lips in contemplation.

"Yes." He smiled over enthusiastically. He ordered a drink as I stared at the pill for a moment, it didn't look like one I had taken before. I looked back up at him as he sipped his whiskey, looking at his watch to mock me.

I shrugged and grabbed it finally, talking John's whiskey glass and gulping the pill down in a swig. I coughed at the strength of the drink making John chuckle. He patted me on the shoulder proudly.

"See you later kid, I've got to talk to Paul." He spoke finishing off the whiskey and standing up to walk away.

I stood there for a moment, praying that the headache would leave, they weren't even close to the end of their set tonight.

"Poppy." George touched my shoulder making me jump. He laughed at my mortified expression lightheartedly. I crinkled my nose and shoved him gently trying not to laugh along.

"You shouldn't sneak up on me like that, what if you were a... a- a spy or something? I don't want to be thrown out of the country because of, you know, the age thing." I whispered trying to defend myself, looking back to see if the bartender was looking at us in paranoia. George stared at me with amusement.

"How do you know I'm not a Spy?" He raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

"I guess I don't." I smiled cheekily looking up at his goofy expression.

"Harrison, George Harrison." He stuck out his hand for me to shake. I laughed and shook it wreathed in smiles. He pulled me into his lips by the hand, making me smile against them as we kissed.

"G-George?" A girl asked in a thick German accent. I pulled away from the kiss and George looked over at the girls slightly irritated. It was two young brunettes, wide eyed and absolutely in amazement of George.

"Yes?" He asked forcing a smile.

"Can we get your autograph?" The friend blurted excitedly.

"Erm, sure." He agreed apprehensively. They gave him a autograph book and a pen and George signed it hastily, almost seeming to want to rid of us them. They both smiled watching George in awe, while I shifted uncomfortably and took an interest in my nails.

They muttered a quick "Thank you" before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

"I wanted to ask you something-" George leaned down to whisper to me. I looked up at him curiously.

"George!" Pete called motioning for him to come back to the stage. He nodded and asked him for a second.

"Can we talk later?" He asked with urgency, holding my hands in his. The gesture almost made me melt under his touch, making my cheeks heat up slightly.

"Of course." I nodded, the suspense nearly tearing me apart. He let go of my hands slowly before turning to get back to the boys, completely disappearing through the sea of people.

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What had John Lennon given me?

Suddenly as I watched their set, all of my senses felt like they were being multiplied by a thousand, it was like pure adrenaline was being pumped through my veins. I couldn't even hold my coca-cola bottle straight, it was shaking in my hand as I was watching the boys.

Whatever John had given me, it was clear he had taken it too because he was jumping around onstage like a madman. I think all the boys had taken it, whatever "it" was.

I should've never taken it, I was so naive, I-I should've...

"Are you alright Poppy?" My uncle asked worriedly noticing the broken coke glass on the floor that had just escaped my shaky hands.

"I'm going to go to the washroom." I spoke wearily making him nod his head, slightly concerned. I tossed a glance back at the vivacious band and headed to the ladies room, weaving in and out of various people enjoying themselves as they listened to the Beatles.

I couldn't help but feel worried, I mean, I felt absolutely euphoric, but it frightened me. I can't believe I trusted that John actually had actual medicine on him, this, was some sort of wonder drug.

I splashed water onto my face from the tap in the bathroom and looked at my reflection. My eyes were wide open making it look like I belonged in an insane asylum. My pupils were so dilated it appeared my blue eyes had turned black. I blinked a couple times and quickly looked away from my reflection afraid of what was looking back at me.

I glanced down at my foot that was tapping vigorously on the dirty bathroom tile and started to walk back out so I wouldn't shake horribly from staying in place.

When I returned to Brian, he looked at me horrifiedly.

"What happened to you Poppy?" He asked horrifiedly and very protectively.

"What do you mean?" I asked with a deep breath trying to slow down my heart rate that I felt hammering away in my rib cage.

"Why are your eyes so wide?" He asked examining my face I looked into his eyes feeling guilty. I guess it really wasn't my fault, how was I to know John would give me something that would make me feel wide awake as I was.

"Your pupils are huge." He spoke slightly frightened for me. I tried to make my eyes smaller but couldn't quite shut my eyelids any more than they already were.

"I don't know, I'm fine." I tried my best to convince him with a jittery body. He stared at me for a moment and nodded.

Let's just say, I didn't get to sleep that night, but the pill wasn't the only factor of my sleepless night, what happened next that night would be the highlight of the whole trip.