The day had passed quickly, having to leave the spa after some relaxation and go back to Cynthia and John's house.

It was nice spending the day with just the girls for a change. And although I hadn't told Cynthia and Jane about George and I, it seemed to have just been understood already. I was grateful because I didn't want to have to say it to them and feel like I was putting pressure on George and I's newly rekindled romance.

When we arrived back, the boys had been working on a song called I'm a Loser, sitting around the living room smoking cigarettes and drinking.

George looked to not be taking part in the smoking, which made me feel slightly guilty although it made me feel like he really cared about me at the same time.

He didn't look glum about it much at all however, he seemed happily working along with his bandmates.

There was a chorus of hellos as we entered.

John was throwing peanuts at Ringo who'd seemed to have fallen asleep in his chair.

"John quit it." Cynthia spoke unable to keep her giggles back as she went to go sit beside him.

"Bongo!" Paul shouted playfully at the drummer.

Ringo woke up with a jump, looking around frantically thinking something terrible had happened.

The three boys began to laugh at him.

"Does this mean I'm driving home?" Maureen asked as she went to sit by Ritchie seeing his exhausted and intoxicated state with many beer bottles scattered across the table.

Jane left from beside me by the entrance lastly to sit by Paul, and without thinking much of it I went to sit beside George, immediately regretting my decision.

I sat down and everyone's attention seemed to stick to the two of us interestedly as George wrapped his hand around my waist mindlessly as he took a large gulp of his rum and coke.

As he realized what he done, he'd tried his best to keep his cool.

"What?" George asked defensively after a moment of uncomfortable silence as they all stared at us.

Everyone looked away nonchalantly but John.

"Did you two, have a shag?" John narrowed his eyes examining the two of us closely, the corners of his lips curling upwards in a slightly intoxicated state.

John Lennon. He could have been giving you the silent treatment but still wouldn't lose the chance to make everyone in a room uncomfortable by poking fun at you.

"John!" Cynthia gasped hitting his arm disgustedly.

"They have, look at them." He laughed.

I hadn't noticed at first but both George and I had looked extremely guilty from the moment John had outed us.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw George look to me, knowing we should just tell them.

"Fine." I admitted finally cutting through the thick tension in the room.

"Really?" Jane squealed in joy.

George nodded with a small joyous smirk.

"We should celebrate!" Maureen beamed.

"You have to tell us everything!" Jane squealed happily.

"How many times did you do it?" John quipped.

"And that's our cue to leave," George spoke uncomfortably standing up, making me snicker.

"Boo." John frowned throwing a peanut at George, hitting him in the arm.

George smiled wryly at John.

I stood up with George not too fond of the idea of having to answer millions of questions.

"We'll see you soon." George grabbed onto my hand excusing the two of of us.

As everyone said their goodbyes and we began to walk out, I saw Paul staring back at the two of us and Jane giving a thumbs up and a wink from beside him. I smiled and shook my head looking away.

George and I walked to his car and looked at one another with a joyful sort of bafflement feeling like we'd solidified our relationship and we weren't going anywhere.

"They like to over exaggerate huh?" George spoke with a beatific smile.

"Yeah." I smiled dreamily gazing over at him in awe of his upbeat attitude.

"What?" He asked again with a coy smile.

"Nothing." I stared into his eyes before he broke away from my gaze to look back at the road.

"Lets go for a drive yeah?" George asked grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers.

I nodded blissfully.
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He drove us out to a scenic area looking out onto a river as the sun was beginning to set, an array of pinks, oranges, yellows, blues and purples illuminating the night sky.

"It's gorgeous." I smiled looking out to the water feeling giddy.

George lifted our intertwined hands wordlessly and kissed mine softly with a grin.

I smiled at him feeling complete ecstasy being with him, like I was complete for the first time in a very long time.

"How did I get so lucky?" He smiled exposing his teeth slightly.

"I didn't expect you to get all slushy like on me Harrison." I smiled with a chuckle feeling my cheeks heat up.

"Bah." He shrugged with a cheeky smile.

"It seems more like fate than luck." I spoke in a small voice looking to my lap.

"I still have the promise ring." I explained looking over to him, seeing a large grin spreading across his already joyous expression.

He bit his lip and let go of my hand.

He reached over to the glove box by my knees and pulled out a small box containing the matching band I'd gotten for him as a promise ring in return.

"Y-w-" I began unable to comprehend the euphoria and absolute joy I felt seeing he'd kept it safe after all this time.

"I made a promise to you." He spoke admiringly, pushing my hair behind my ear.

"Always the charmer." I giggled before leaning over the console and placing a meaningful kiss on his lips passionately.

He held the side of my neck gently deepening the kiss, saying everything he needed to say with a simple kiss. I felt every bone in my body shiver with excitement knowing George and I were really back together.

A bright light flashed from the front of the car making the two of us jump away from one another.

There was a reporter flashing our picture, making George's face flush with anger.

The reporters face dropped as he saw the look on George's face.

George began to open the door, his nostrils flared and veins popping out of his neck.

"George, Georgie, honey pie," I spoke frantically trying to grab ahold of his hand but having it slip away from my grip as he stepped on the pavement.

I watched as the reporter began to run away.

I don't think I could ever repeat what George screamed over to him, but to say the least I never heard George cuss so much in one sentence.

He got back in the car and sat down beside me once again, looking over to me tiredly.

"I'm sorry." He sighed.

"No, that was quite the scene." I smirked slightly in amusement.

He rolled his eyes before staring the car back up.

"They have no right invading our privacy like that." He huffed.

"At least there was only one," I tried to look on the bright side of things.

"That one photograph could go everywhere." He replied shortly, sounding extremely irritated.

I was slightly taken aback by his tone, not expecting him to be so agitated by having us photographed together.

I looked away from him to the sunset ahead of us.

"And we wouldn't want that, our picture together." I replied with slight bitterness thinking back to all the pictures I'd seen of Pattie and George throughout the duration of their relationship taken by reporters.

"Poppy, I didn't-" He began sorrowfully.

"It's getting late." I crossed my arms looking down to my lap.

Without another word he began to drive back to the flat.

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I hadn't spoke much more than a few words when we had gotten back to the flat.

He'd given me a small peck on the cheek when he'd gotten to his floor as a goodbye but I had still felt slightly bitter.

As it became later and I tried to fall asleep in my bed I realized maybe I had misread things completely.

I kept tossing and turning feeling guiltier and guiltier. Maybe it seemed silly but George and I had never left on a bad note before like that and it was eating at me.

I think I'd just been so shocked because George had never snapped at me before back in Liverpool like he had tonight. I felt like I'd caught a glimpse of a side of him I didn't want to meet.

Feeling myself grow sweatier as I kept moving around under my covers trying to stop thinking so much a small knock came at the front door of the flat.

I got up hesitantly thinking maybe I'd imagined it.

I walked over peeking in Brian's room seeing he was sound asleep in his bed.

I walked to the front door and opened it seeing George, his pyjamas on and his hair tousled and disheveled. He didn't look like he'd sleep either.

"I'm sorry." He spoke once again guilty.

I wrapped my arms around his back leaning into his chest.

"It's alright." I snuggled up closer as he hugged me back tightly.

"I'm sorry." I apologized worriedly.

"Its not your fault, I shouldn't have snapped." He said softly placing a kiss on top of my head.

"No, I understand it must be frustrating." I let him go, feeling him grab both my hands as we broke away from each others embrace.

"I couldn't sleep thinking you were angry with me." He chuckled meekly.

"Me neither." I admitted shyly.

Looking back it was almost funny we'd felt so guilty over almost nothing that night, but it began to reveal some of the effects game had on not only George but all of the lads.

The long and winding road was far from over, tomorrow bringing up something that I hadn't even dreamed about yet.