July 31st, 1960

6:30 a.m.

"And you're positive you've got everything packed? Toothbrush? Socks? The French letters I purchased you against your will?"

"Yes, I've got everything but those..." I admitted laughing, as she threw them in the top of the bag making me have a flashback to the day we went shopping.

"Is there anything else you can think of that you'll need when you go to Paris?" My mother asked pushing the cart full of necessities down the aisle.

"No, did you think of something to tell dad?" I followed her down to the personal hygiene aisle.

"I'm going to tell him that Nanny called and she wants you to go over to America to visit her." She replied wheeling the cart to the end of the aisle and looking at multiple boxes of condoms.

"Mom! Why are we down here? This is so embarrassing..." I whined watching as she turned to me smirking.

"These..." she paused turning back to the wide variety of rubbers and selecting a box, "Are for you to take with you to Paris."

I blushed furiously glancing up at her quickly, "I don't need them I don't plan on Y'know...doing it."

"Jackie, nobody ever plans on having sex! It just happens." She laughed, reaching over to pat my cheek as she threw the box of rubbers into the cart.

"But, George is only my friend I don't see myself...Y'know." I giggled nervously, as butterflies erupted in my stomach at thoughts of being intimate with George.

"Look..." she whispered, grabbing my elbow and pulling me closer to her.

"I'm not saying you need to go there and just go wild and use all these...." she paused pulling the dreaded box back out of the cart.

"But if something were to happen, especially in the heat of the moment you'd have a contraceptive, ok?"

I nodded still blushing, as she smiled and continued down the aisle.

"Oh, and Jacqueline?"

"Yes, Mother?" I sighed looking up at her shyly as I fiddled with the ends of my hair.

"Don't forget, foreplay is very important..."

"Mother, please for the love of god!" I wanted to scream as she stood there laughing, she got such a charge from embarrassing me.

"Oh come on, one day you'll understand..." she giggled as I trailed along beside her, wanting to sink down onto the floor and die from embarrassment.

"Now that those are in there, do you have absolutely everything?" My mother winked pulling me from my thoughts and watching as I closed the suitcase.

"Yes"

"Are you ready to go?"

"It's only six thirty five!"

"I know but you have about a seven hour trip ahead of you..."

"I suppose I'm ready then." I sighed, I was already tired and I hadn't even gotten into the car yet. My mother has gotten me up extra early so that I could get all cleaned up.

"Alright, Michael? Come get Jacqueline's bag and put it in the trunk!" I watched her hair bounce slightly as she yelled for my father, and laughed slightly when I heard him sigh and his heavy footsteps near my room.

"Now Jacqueline, if you need anything at all you call me and I'll fly over there."

I nodded, watching as he picked up my suitcase and pecked my mom on the lips.

"Let's get going! You're gonna have so much fun!" Mom cheered, pulling me in for a quick hug.

"Take lots of pictures alright?"

"Of course..." I tittered, as we began our descent down the stairs and out to the car.

"Good."

We walked out to the car and all said our goodbyes, which included my dad giving me a tight hug and a kiss goodbye before my mom drove me over to the Harrison's house. Where much to my surprise the boys were all waiting in the driveway.

"Took you long enough, Jacqueline from America!" John joked, as Paul and George raced over to get my suitcase from the trunk.

"'Ello Mrs. Matthews! Hope yer 'aving a great morning so far." Paul greeted her winking as he reached out to bring her hand to his cherry pink lips.

"Thank you, I hope you're having a good morning too." She blushed as he grinned at her.

"I most certainly am now considering the circumstances..."

"And what circumstances might those be?" She asked, as I watched George grasp the handle of my suitcase and smile at me.

"Morning Georgie..."

"Good morning, Princess!" He cheered kissing my cheek before Paul grabbed my hand, pulling me next to him.

"I've been graced by the sight of two gorgeous ladies."

I chuckled looking up at Paul and watching a smile form on his lips as he winked down at me.

"Oh, you!" My mother exclaimed laughing, as she opened the drivers side door of the car.

"Mrs. Matthews, please wait just a second!" George yelled quickly placing my belongings in the trunk of John's car, and running over towards the three of us congregated by the car.

"I wanted to thank you again fer allowing Jacqueline to come with me." He spoke, placing a heavy emphasis on the "me" portion of the sentence as he glared over at Paul who had his arms wrapped around my waist.

"Well, Thank You for taking her." Mom winked, as she gave George a side hug before she got into the car and rolled down the window.

"Well, I better be going!" She motioned for me to come closer to her.

"Bye Mom..." I whispered sticking my head in the open window.

"Bye sweetie, have a good time and be a good girl, love you..." she whispered lightly pecking my cheek. I nodded shuffling away from the window slightly, before she reached out and grabbed my wrist.

"Remember you can't rush protection!" She winked, laughing as she watched me turn bright red before she drove off.

"Will you three hurry yer lazy asses up! We're burnin' daylight!" John shouted, nearly leaning his whole body out the window of the car.

"Lennon yer most certainly not driving!" Paul yelled, grabbing my hand and pulling me along behind him.

I looked back over my shoulder at an agitated George who simply shook his head, and muttered something to himself under his breath.

"I am so! 'M sitting in the drivers seat and I've got the keys so load yer fat asses in 'ere!" John retorted grinning widely, shooting me a cheeky wink.

"Come back 'ere with me, kitten..." George spoke quietly, tugging on my hand that wasn't entwined with Paul's.

"A-alright..." I blushed, my heart beating slightly faster as he shot me a lopsided grin.

"Y'know there's enough room up 'ere if you don't want to sit back there." Paul stated, opening the passenger door of the car.

"I better sit in the back, thank you though Paulie." I winked kissing his cheek before George gripped my hand to help me into the car.

"Finally!" John huffed impatiently, beginning to back out of the driveway rather quickly.

"Shit John! Hold on, I don't even 'ave me damn door shut!" Paul screeched glaring over at a smirking John, which earned laughs from George and I.

"It's not my fault, yer so fucking slow!" He jeered waiting for Paul to close his door before throwing the car back into reverse and flooring it out of the driveway.

"We're gonna die..." I whispered looking up at George who simply smiled and reached out for my hand.

"Did you bring the snacks?"

"You were serious about me bringing snacks?" I joked watching as he nodded and his smile slowly fell.

"Yeah you were carrying the snack satchel, I mean it's ok if you didn't though..."

"Of course I brought you snacks, Georgie." I giggled leaning across him to grab my small purse that he had now named.

"Here it's full of snacks..." I replied letting the leather strap slip from my hand, allowing it to fall on his lap.

"Thank you, Princess!"

"Anything for you, George." I winked, as he leaned over and placed gentle kisses on my cheek.

I blushed at the contact placing a hand over my mouth the hide my yawning face.

George smirked popping some kettle corn into his mouth. "Tired, darling?"

I nodded leaning over as he held his arm out, motioning for me to come closer. I obliged resting my head on his shoulder, while his arm wrapped around me tightly.

"Take a little nap, yeah?" He whispered bringing his hand up to stroke my hair.

"But-" I began to object cracking a smile as he leaned his forehead down to rest on mine, bringing back flashbacks of our heated moment in the car at John's cousin's wedding.

"You'll feel better..." he spoke softly, as his breath fanned against my face.

"Promise?"

"Absolutely, My love."

Butterflies began flitting about in my stomach as I nestled into his side, wrapping an arm around him before closing my eyes.

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2:00 p.m.

"Oh my God! I can't believe you just did that! Did you not see the car next to us before pulling into the fucking lane?" Paul screeched, nearly throwing the giant paper map he held in his hands.

I bit down on my lip to keep from laughing as I looked over at George who started chuckling.

"Don't be such a pussy, Macca! I was nowhere near the damn thing." John retorted, as I heard Paul huff and mutter something under his breath. The car was silent for a bit, save for the sound of George happily munching away on something.

"Nobody likes a backseat driver, Paulie..." I joked, watching Paul turn his head to grin at me.

"Exactly! Be more like Jacqueline from America." John tittered, speeding around a sharp corner.

"What'd you want to do after we get all settled in, Princess?" George whispered, wrapping his arm around me tightly.

"Whatever you want to do."

He nodded kissing my cheek gently, earning a laugh from John in the front seat.

"Where was yer hotel, Harrison?" Paul asked, looking intently at the map.

"Yer most certainly not going to find it on there! You 'aven't even used it properly, we made it all the way 'ere by the grace of my fabulous sense of direction!" John shouted, earning laughs from George and I.

"Are you mad? I mean you've had to 'ave gone completely insane! You nearly killed us all multiple times on the way 'ere!" Paul sneered before turning to look out his window.

"There's nothing like a good adrenaline rush to start the morning!" John smirked, glancing over at a perturbed Paul.

I snickered looking up at George as I heard Paul barely mumble something. "That one right there! That's the one John!" George shouted suddenly, leaning forward and pointing to a building entitled, 'Stella etoile'.

"You want dropped off now?"

"I want to get checked in before too late..."

"Yer planning on leaving me alone with 'im? As moody as he is now?" John joked, turning on his blinker and making a harsh left.

"I am not moody..." Paul spoke, lightly punching John's arm.

"Ouchy! Take it easy on me you big, strong, boy! I'm still sore from the last time you beat me up." John whined in girlish tone making us all laugh except Paul.

"Alright, I suppose this is where we part ways." John pulled over in front of the hotel, stomping on the breaks roughly making all of us fly forward.

"Are you ok, darling?" Paul asked turning around to look at me.

"I'm ok...thanks for the lift John from Liverpool."

"Anytime!" John winked, as I slid out behind George who walked around to the trunk to grab our bags.

"Are you coming to the catacombs with us tomorrow?" Paul spoke, opening his car door and resting his feet on the curb, pulling me by my wrist until I sat on his outstretched legs.

"I can't just leave George, I mean he brought me here and all-"

"Darling, he can come too."

"Is it ok with John?" I asked looking at Paul's gorgeous doe eyes as he nodded.

"I'd imagine so."

"Alright, what time-"

"Jacqueline, c'mon..." George ordered roughly, interrupting me as he glared at Paul.

"Pick you up tomorrow at around ten..." Paul whispered, lightly pecking my lips before he helped me to stand up.

"Sorry George, Paul was just inviting us to go to the catacombs tomorrow and-"

"Really? Because that's not what it looked like..." he huffed, gripping a suitcase in either hand as we walked towards the hotel entrance.

"Georgie, c'mon don't be like this..." I pleaded opening the door for him and following him to the front desk.

"Your name, please?" The receptionist asked kindly smiling at George.

"Harrison, should be under George."

"One king bed, correct?" The older lady asked quickly scanning over the guest book in front of her.

"Sounds about right." George nodded, as the woman turned around and pulled a set of keys from one of the many cubby's that took up the whole wall behind her.

"Your wife is absolutely beautiful..." she smiled at me slightly as I blushed furiously looking away from her and George.

"You two must be on your honeymoon, right?"

"Yes ma'am, she is absolutely gorgeous innit she?"

"Well I won't keep you two any longer, enjoy your stay and if you need anything don't hesitate to call down and ask."

"Will do, Thank you missus! C'mon then darling." George winked, taking the keys from her and picking the suitcases back up.

"Press the button fer the lift, hm? Me hands are a bit full."

I nodded, blushing as I felt his eyes follow my every movement. We stood in a bit of an awkward silence waiting for the elevator to arrive. I was thankful when it finally came and we could move inside.

"G-george?" I stuttered nervously biting down on my lip instantly regretting that I had let his name slip from my lips.

"Hm?" He hummed looking at me from the other side of the elevator, his gaze softening slightly but his jaw remaining somewhat clenched.

"Um, Why'd you Y'know, Why'd you lie downstairs to the woman at the desk?"

"I figured it be easier than explaining we're really just friends, than 'aving 'er view us as a couple of degenerates."

I nodded looking down at the shiny silver hand rail that went around the walls of the elevator.

"Oh, and Jacqueline?"

I looked up at him to notice his eyes completely soften as we made eye contact.

"I meant what I said about you being absolutely gorgeous..."

I blushed opening my mouth slightly to say something only to be interrupted by the ding of the elevator, signaling that we had reached our floor.

"Fab..." George muttered picking the suitcases back up and walking out into the hallway.

"What number are we looking for?" I asked trailing behind him, watching as he glanced down at the card attached to the room key.

"1108"

"Ok..." I replied quietly, a bit nervous as we started passing rooms that would be closer to ours.

"'Ere we are..." He mumbled placing the suitcase in his left hand down and unlocking the door, nudging it open with his foot.

"George this is..." I gasped a bit following him into the room that was lavishly decorated with reds and pinks.

"Look out the window..." he replied setting the suitcases down, flopping himself onto the bed.

"You can see l'arc de triomphe from here!" I grinned leaning a bit farther out the window.

"Don't fall out!" George chortled, flipping over onto his side so that his back faced me.

"It's beautiful! George come look."

"I'll see it later."

I turned to look at him over my shoulder and frowned, a bit disheartened by his current funk.

I bit down on my lip before quietly crawling across the large bed. I nervously ventured closer to him until soon I was scooted right up behind him.

"What're you-" he started hushing himself as I wrapped my arm around him.

"Thank you, Georgie..." I whispered, kissing his earlobe.

He shivered for a second before taking my hand in his and bringing it to his lips. "Fer what? 'M sure you'd much rather be 'ere with Paul." He spat bitterly, dropping my hand and sitting up abruptly.

"George please..."

He stood up walking over to the window and leaning against the frame. I giggled quietly remembering all the spats we'd had like this at home, and how he'd always look out the window in my room.

"George..." I spoke softly, so softly I was unsure if he'd hadn't heard me or if he was just ignoring me.

"George." I spoke a bit louder this time standing up and walking over behind him, wrapping my arms around his torso.

"Georgie, please..." I pleaded, lightly squeezing as he turned around to face me.

"What?"

"I'm sorry you feel like you do but you couldn't be more wrong, I'd much rather spend my week here with you than anybody else. And besides that, we'll go to the catacombs tomorrow with John and Paul, and then it'll just be you and me for the rest of this week." I soothed, resting my chin on his chest as I looked up at him.

"Promise?" He grinned slightly wrapping his arms around me.

"Absolutely..." I smiled biting down on my bottom lip, batting my eyes nervously as he stared down at me so intently.

"God, Jackie..." he mumbled, running one of his large hands up and down my back in soothing strokes.

"W-what?" I stuttered nervously, trying to pull back away from him as his gaze intensified and flickered down to my lips.

"You look at me like that and it bloody drives me mad..." he whimpered, walking until the backs of my knees hit the bed.

I hummed nervously as I fell backwards onto the cushy bed and he toppled down on top of me.

"Did you know that? Hm? You send me into an absolute tailspin, especially when yer biting down on yer lip..."

I blushed refusing to look up at him, scared of what would happen if I did. My head felt like it was spinning as he gently reached up and stroked my cheek with the pad of his thumb.

"Please look at me..." He mumbled, the breath he exhaled from his nose fanning across my face causing my body to feel like it was overheating.

I glanced up for a split second as he gazed down at my lips, bringing his face closer to mine.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach as I gently ran my hand across his shoulder blade.

'This is really happening...' I thought as his lips tenderly started to cover mine, but not completely as a loud knock on the door interrupted our heated moment.

He groaned, clearly dissatisfied by the interruption pushing himself up off the bed, mumbling something inaudible as he roughly ran a hand through his hair and stomped over to the door.

"Yes?" He growled roughly, his voice a bit husky causing me to snicker.

"Delivery from downstairs compliments of the front desk, to a Mr. and Mrs. George Harrison." The man at the door explained quickly, as I tried to see around the wall to the door.

"I see, well thank you very much! I'll take it from 'ere." George replied, as I heard the squeaking of wheels.

"Congratulations to you and the little missus."

"Thank you!" George called out hurriedly closing the door, and pushing what appeared to be a cart around the corner.