"We're here." Paul whispered softly into my ear, pulling me slowly into consciousness.

My eyes slowly blinked open, realizing I'd fallen asleep on Paul's shoulder during the plane ride.

The ride had been about nine hours, having had a layover in Boston halfway through the trip. The entire time I had drank enough complementary champagne to make myself nearly drunk off my arse just to calm my nerves, which is likely the reason I decided to take a nap on Paul's shoulder.

I lifted my head from Paul, hearing the sounds of boisterous screams, causing me to feel uneasy before realizing it was the thousands of Beatle fans waiting impatiently to catch a glimpse of the boys outside.

"How long was I out?" I asked groggily, wiping sleep away from my eyes.

"Only a couple of hours." Paul shrugged with a dopey grin.

"Why didn't you wake me earlier? I probably got drool all over you." I laughed with a tinge of pink in my cheeks, wiping his shoulder.

He looked at me with a lighthearted chuckle, shaking his head amused.

"As much as I'd like to watch the two of you shag, we've got to go." John spoke as he walked by the two of us, his full body cringing at Paul and I.

"Someones grumpy. Miss nap time Johnny?" George asked John with a smug smirk as he walked by leading Pattie to the exit door with their hand intertwined sweetly.

"I know I did." Ringo huffed tiredly with dark circled under his eyes as he followed behind George and Pattie.

Paul rolled his eyes with a smile and stood up, myself soon following his lead, putting my sunglasses back on and grabbing my hat from my purse.

"You don't have to do all that love." Paul looked sorrowful as watched me attempt to put my hair back in the newsboy hat.

"Well, you just ended things with Jane, won't they be upset?" I whispered the last part slightly intimidated by the giant amount of fans that were beyond the airplane doors.

"It doesn't matter what they think of you. I like you. If they don't like that, they're no fans of mine." Paul spoke with a firm nod, his expression soft as he gazed into my eyes thoughtfully.

I smiled, taking the hat and the glasses off, still feeling slight tenseness. I don't know if I was prepared for what was ahead, but there was nowhere to go but forward.

I walked off the plane after the boys with Pattie, allowing them to get their press photographs without interfering.

"We're the enemy to some of them." Pattie whispered to me while smiling to the crowd of young girls and boys screaming for joy as we walked down the steps of the plane.

My eyes widened significantly thinking about what she meant as some stray cameras snapped photographs of us, left behind from the boys.

I was surprised Pattie said anything to me at all, I knew she wasn't my biggest fan.

"Right." I nodded in complete shock.

My nerves were shot as my knees buckled looking at the crowd and the boys farther ahead of us grabbing their luggage.

"Word of advice; don't let them see you crack." Pattie whispered looking down at my shaky hands.

"Right." I said again, swallowing a large lump in the back of my throat.

Policemen escorted all of us into cars that came to pick us up to bring us to the hotel, where an immediate conference was arranged for the boys. I figured out quickly this trip would be anything but relaxing.

Amongst the crowds of fans I saw signs scolding John and condemning the Beatles the "more popular than Jesus" controversy that seemed to upset way more people than I'd imagined, I thought people knew how well reporters were good at twisting words.

In the car I sat in between Paul and John while Ringo, George and Pattie were all in the seats in front of us.

As we drove through the sea of people I gulped harshly, trying not to look out the windows at the girls screaming and crying against the glass.

Eventually I looked out the window to see a group of young kids in their teens taunting John for the controversy that was quite obviously weighing heavily on his conscious. He simply stared at them distraught, unsure whether to be angry on shameful.

"You know John, they haven't a clue what they're talking about. They don't know you." I whispered over in attempt to make him feel better although being somewhat drown out the the screeches outside.

John turned his head and sent me a brief smile, that seemed a little off character for him. The fact that he remained silent worried me, I could tell he was holding what he really wanted to say back.

Once we'd gotten through the crowd, conversations sparked between the boys and their manager Brian as to what their plan of attack was for the day, myself simply ogling at everything we'd passed like it was my first day on earth.

"I'm just excited to get back to the hotel." Paul purred quietly in my ear mischievously while the conversation went on.

I rolled my eyes with a smile, shaking my head.

John coughed on the water he was drinking.

"Slut." He spoke funnily in a low voice referring to Paul jokingly.

"Bite me Lennon." Paul raised his voice defensively in a child like manner.

John began to clack his teeth together leaning over me to annoy Paul.

I began to laugh as the two of them bickered like two young children.

"Behave yourselves."  Brian scolded, looking back to John and Paul disapprovingly.

John began to speak gibberish as he sat back in his seat with a huff, making Paul and I laugh.

The ride to the hotel wasn't long, but the amounts of fans outside were absolutely insane, police having to hold them all back like they were zoo animals.

Paul stepped out the door of the car waving to fans, causing them all to scream with joy.

He turned back to me as I hesitantly moved across the seat to get out, staring at the huge crowd in fear.

Paul extended his hand with a large smile.

"You've got nothing to be nervous about, I'll be right beside you." He spoke softly as he helped me out of the car.

Paul carefully stood beside me sliding his arm around my waist to try and make me the least visible to the flashing cameras of reporters and fans screams as possible.

"Have you regretted agreeing to come with me yet?" Paul smiled, gazing adoringly down at me.

"Not yet." A smile couldn't help but find it's way on my lips as he stole a quick kiss. I giggled, reaching over to grab my bag from the chauffeur.
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Once we'd settled in our rooms, the boys had to be sent off to be probed my nosey reporters that I knew would only put everyone in a bad mood. I decided to stay in Paul and I's room, lounging around our room and watching some television, since the boys' team advised against trying to go explore because of a the mass amounts of fans outside.

A knock soon came at the door causing me to get up curiously, hoping isnt wasn't some fan looking for the boys.

Looking through the peephole I realized it was Pattie and became even more curious than I had been before.

I opened it seeing her attempt to smile at me, although it wasn't completely sincere.

"Hello?" I grinned, it coming out more of a question than a greeting.

Pattie huffed after a moment, her expression dropping.

"Look, I realize I might've been, a tad judgemental toward you because Jane and I were really good mates, but, I figured I may as well give you an honest shot because you make Paul genuinely happier than I've ever seen him." She half smiled.

I sighed with a giant smile, relieved to hear that she wasn't here to threaten me.

"Well then you better come in." I smiled happily opening the door up further for her to enter.

"How did you meet Paul anyway?" Pattie asked curiously.

"Well, it's a funny story really-" I smiled to myself.
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I had to admit, Pattie was really making an effort to get to know me. She was actually quite nice and very funny, and I got to know much more about her as well. We talked for a couple hours just getting to know one another, it was nice to know maybe she didn't hate me as much as I thought.

"We need to get out of this bloody hotel." Pattie spoke up looking out the window as she leaned up against it's frame.

"How do you suppose we do that?" I giggled slightly at the pained look on her face as she realized how many fans below there were.

"Well, I know George and the boys have done it before, I think the backdoor is our best bet." She bit her lip in contemplation.

"Well, y'know Pattie, you're the only one they'd recognize anyhow." I smiled devilishly, getting an idea.

Pattie's expression dropped a tad confused to why I was grinning like an idiot.

I pulled the hat and large pair of glasses from my bag.

Pattie's smile matched mine as she gladly took them from my hands putting them on with pleasure, tucking her hair away.

"What are we waiting for?" She smiled elatedly, beginning to walk to the door.

I laughed, grabbing my purse and my room key, following her to the door.

She slowly creaked it open, looking both ways down the hallway.

"The coast is clear." Pattie whispered.

"Right." I tried to suppress my laughter as I followed her out of the door and down the hallway to the elevators.

She pressed the button to go down, biting her lip with anticipation.

When the elevator doors opened, we heard a couple voices from behind us.

"Where are you lot going?" Ringo asked curiously.

We both turned around to see the boys staring at us.

"Out." Pattie replied with an innocent smile.

"Not without us you're not." John spoke taken aback, a small smirk turning his lips upward.