Chapter 10;

I woke up in my bed, with my face snuggled up against the pillow, it’s been about two weeks since the TV interview and the boys have been working hard in the studio, practicing, radio commercials and working on their next album. I’ve decided to stay home, so I wouldn’t get in the way, but honestly I’ve been really lonely lately, especially with the boys waking up early and coming in late. I’ve been writing my own music and stories lately a lot of them consist of me and the boys in America, back how it used to be. But today I decided to get up when I first woke up, it was 10:30ish and I had slept in late because I stayed up waiting for the boys to get home. I went into the shower and opened up the window, hearing the birds chirp and the sun stream inside made me feel better. I picked a simple white v-neck, jeans and my boots, I also put on Paul’s leather jacket who always made sure to spray it with cologne before he left and he’d always leave me little notes too. The little things that’s what counts. I reached into the left pocket and pulled out a piece of scrap paper with writing on it

“Emily, it was soo nice of you to stay up last night to see us. I’ve missed you so much, I’m sick of singing, I just want to talk to you and fall asleep with you in my arms like that one night. I love you Emily. Don’t forget that. Ever. Your love, Paul.”

I smiled down at the note and I knew I needed to go see them. I’ve missed them all so much. I walked out of my door and into the kitchen, making them each their favorite sandwich and an extra one for me and Brian. I went into the hallway closet right outside from the kitchen and I found a picnic basket, I packed some disguises, a blanket, drinks, chips and fruit and went out with the basket in my hand. It was lucky for the boys to live so close to the recording studio so I could walk there. After a 10 or 15 minute walk, I arrived at the studio, I opened the doors to the inside and walked in, then walked to where I knew the boys were singing and I could lightly hear their voices as I walked closer. I twisted the door handle knowing that it probably wouldn’t, but hoping it would, be open and it wasn’t. I knocked on the door and the music stopped and feet shuffled around.

“Who is it?” I heard Brian call, sounding annoyed.

“It’s Emily. Let me in!” I said shaking around the door handle a little bit more.

“Yeah like we haven’t heard that one before!” Brian called again and chuckled and I noticed this stuff probably happens all of the time, people pretending to be me trying to get in.

“How can I prove it. I swear it’s me! Paul I got your note! And George I have food!” I called and laughed as hard as I could when George and Paul opened the door and pulled me in, slamming it and locking it behind me.

“Thank God it’s you!” Paul said hugging me and peaking me lightly on the lips, the other boys come over to me and give me big hugs since it feels like years since we’ve seen each other.

“I’m sorry, I was being rude, so many people come saying they’re you or Paul’s little brother.” Brian said laughing awkwardly, giving me a half hug.

“It’s fine, I understand. I was wondering if you guys would like to go on a picnic?” I said smiling and lifting up the picnic basket, showing them. “I brought disguise too!” I say laughing and pulling them out of the basket.

“Okay, okay, since you went through all of that trouble, I guess I can give the boys I break.” Brian says smiling at the boys and me, stopping and noticing Paul’s arm wrapped around my waist and then turned to look at John which made me giggle a bit.

“Aye, thank ye Emily.” John said giving me another hug. The boys all put silly things on, John had picked a long beard like the one he had the first day we met and a janitors suit on, Ringo had a blonde curly wig on and a trench coat, Brian with a long beard and a beat up jacket, George had a long wig on and a brown leather vest, Paul wore glasses and a pink wig and I wore glasses, a blonde wig and we left.

“You look like Ringos twin!” George said to me laughing at our hair and probably because my eyes were bright blue from the sun, newly reflecting off of them. And the others joined in laughing too.

I was going to tell him to shut up, but hearing them all laugh and having my fingers entwined with Paul’s.

“What park are we going to?” I ask changing my voice tone, around finding one I liked to use, so people wouldn’t really realize it was me.

“This one.” Ringo said in a voice so it would sound like we were related and it made me laugh, as he opened the gate letting us in. I looked down at our hands and smiled, I’m just so glad to be here with him. He squeezed my hand and I looked up at him still smiling, he caught me by surprise kissing me lightly on the lips still walking.

“You’re so cute.” I say pressing my finger up against his nose and giggling.

“Where do you guys want to set it up?” Brian says holding up the basket and looking around his hand shielding his eyes. I take my hand back from Paul and take the basket from Brian, skipping over to a spot with a big oak tree and an open field and a sidewalk close by. It looked so familiar, but I couldn’t seem to remember when I’ve seen it, so I pushed the thought aside.

“Right here’s perfect, shade and sunlight.” I say setting down the basket and taking out the picnic blanket and the boy started walking over to me.

“So how is recording?” I ask keeping my eyes down taking everything out of the basket setting it out for the boys.

“Amazing.” Brian says confidently without hesitation, making me look up a bit.

“Sure, but we do miss our girl so it doesn’t matter!” John says wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me in close like a side hug.

“I know, I’m so bored without you guys at home.” I say laughing and then look around George’s pleading eyes taking my attention. And then it came all flooding back to me. Here. This is where the dream had happen, and then I pictured it so clearly like it had just happened. I got up and ran, I ran as fast as I could, tears falling out of my eyes, I ran on the sidewalk avoiding the boys calling my name, and I didn’t stop running until I was all alone again, which happened to be a cemetery. I walked slowly, weaving in and out of the stone heads reading names and stories, I was only there for about five minutes when I heard foot steps. I wanted to call out to see who was there, but I knew it’d most likely be Paul or George and I didn’t want to see them. I could smell the menthol cigarette as he approached me from behind and I breathed in deeply, breathing in the smoke that had just been blown out.

“Aye, little girl what’s wrong?” John. He said it in a very serious sincere tone. It was John who came and I knew he was alone and I was glad of it.

“Just scared.” I said my voice trembling and cracking.

“Explain. You want a fag?” John says pulling out his pack of cigarettes and I took one gratefully turning around to face him and sitting down, he responded with my body and sat crisscross in front of me, lighting the cigarette. I took a long drag before speaking, letting the smoke blow out my nose and preparing myself for telling him about my dream.

“I heard Georges and yours conversation about me and Paul and how all of you liked me. I feel like shit, I don’t know what to do.” I said and put my face into his chest and cried, he wrapped strong arms around me rubbing my back.

“It will all work itself out, Emily. Just give it time, George will always love you. Now dry those tears and lets go back, I bet your starving.” John says chuckling at the last part and wiping the tears from my eyes.

“Thank you John for always being there.” I said to him and then hugged him as he got up, standing higher than me, he hugged me back and then let go talking about being in New York and all of the concerts. When we appeared back to our picnic site everyone had worried looks on their faces including Brian which was weird seeing.

“Emily!” Paul said as soon as he saw me, jumping up and capturing me in a big hug making me giggle and send chills down my spine.

“What happened?” He whispered into my ear gently, so fragile like.

“Nothing. I’m fine now.” I said pulling back so I could look at his face but not letting go of him. I planted a kiss on his lips and it made those nice chills and good vibes come back. I escaped his grip and took his hand leading him back to blanket where John had already walked too.

“Thank God your back.” Brian said to me standing up and hugging me. “The boys were worried sick.” He said chuckling in my ear and letting go sitting back down on the picnic blanket, where everything was the exact same except the pile of cigarette butts on the grass. We ate our lunch, not mentioning what happened and only talking of happy things.

“I demand a week off.” Ringo said as we were cleaning up and folding the blanket.

“Ah yes Emily’s birthday is this weekend.” George said smiling at me, god it’s nice to see that smile again.

“Fine, Fine. As long as you save me some birthday cake!” Brian said putting the blanket in the basket, wiggling his eyebrows a bit at John.

“Sure Brian.” Ringo says slapping him on the back laughing a bit.

“Emily, do make sure the boys are safe. Please bring them back in their own separate four pieces.” Brian says shaking his finger like a father and then laughing about it.

“Will do Eppy!” I say laughing referring to the nickname John gave Brian and he starts to snicker.

“Laugh all you want Lennon! Now run along kids, have fun!” Brian says moving us along closing the gate behind him and walking in the opposite direction from us, probably going back to the studio as we head back to the house. I’m ahead of everyone else Paul and John in deep conversation when I feel an arm put around me protectively and I knew it was Ringo so I looked over at him and smiled “Hello Ritchie.” I say in my fake voice putting it back on since we were in public, as had the other boys.

“I’m so glad to be able to spend time with you. But you know I have to ask, what happened back there?” He said smiling at the beginning and then his face growing serious.

“Bad dreams.” I started to say but the boys started catching up to us “I’ll try to tell you about it later.” I say to him pointing my head toward the boys.

“Okay darling.” He says to me smiling and taking his arm off of me gently. We all talk about my birthday and what to do this week walking down the street. Paul opens the door for me and we all head inside.

“It feels like I haven’t been home in ages.” George said from behind me sending shivers down my spine, loud enough for all the boys to hear.

“Well you haven’t been! but I’m glad you guys are home.” I say then pulling hem into another group hug in the middle of the living room.

“I’m going to go take a shower.” Paul says kissing me on the lips heading to his room to get close.

“Yeah, ew I thought I smelt something!” George says laughing, plugging up his nose making everyone else laugh while Paul just looked like him sassy self and rolled his eyes, this is what I missed.

“I’m so tired.” I say collapsing on Georges bed who I happened to be standing beside of.

“So am I.” George says carefully laying down beside of me with an evil look on his face.

“Wait, George, don’t do anything, pl-” I say and before I could finish he jumps on top of me grabbing my sides and tickling me, “No, stop!” I huff out screaming and laughing not too loud because I don’t want Paul to come out, because that would not look good.

“I’ll stop,” George says tickling me lighter, stopping and thinking “If you do what I want!” He whispers yells this part and without even thinking of what he said I yell “DEAL!” just wanting him to stop tickling me. He gets off me and flops on his back like I am. “You have a very pretty laugh, ye know that?” George says playing with my hair and looking in my eyes, I can feel a blush rise to my cheeks, and I try to avoid his stare, thinking of something to say.

“Down boy” Ringo says and I look over to see Georges eyes going wide and he moving away from my face. He was a lot closer than he was 10 seconds ago.

“I-um, I-I’m going to the bathroom!” He stutters rushing out the sentence and then running to the bathroom.

“What just happened?” I ask Ringo meeting his gaze, but instead of looking at me he was looking at where George had just been.

“Georgie was trying to kiss you. Are ye blind or something?” Ringo said looking at me, a soft but almost sounding pissed and annoyed.

“I-I, I um.” I said tears starting to bud in my eyes and Ringo came closer to sit down and comfort me but as soon as he tried to touch me I jumped out and went into my room. I shut the door loudly and locked it, sliding down, collapsing under the pressure. The boys have been with me for less than 12 hours and I’ve already cried twice, fuck. That’s all I could think of, I kept saying it so I wouldn’t cry, I kept saying it over and over again, until I finally let myself cry. After about 15 or 20 minutes, I got up, unlocking the door, but not opening it and walking over to my candles and incenses, lighting a candle and 2 incenses. I then take off my boots dreading the sound they are making, making my headache even worst and going into my bathroom looking for something to relive the headache. No medicine whatsoever, I just take a washcloth, wet it, lay down on my bed and press it against my forehead. Apparently there was/ a knock on the door that I hadn’t heard and then Paul slipped in by himself.

“Hello Lovely, oh God, you’re not feeling well are you?” Paul said in a loving mother-like voice coming over and sitting beside me on the bed, then he takes the towel off my head and feels it for a fever.

“I’m fine now.” I say opening my eyes and sitting up as my vision starts to blur rubbing my eyes and then kissing him on the lips taking him by surprise. Then taking me by surprise he kisses me back harder, deepening the kiss and pulling me on top him, after a few moments I pull away from him, breathing heavily my body still tingling from the kiss I look down at him, his hair is still wet messy from me running my hands through it, his eyes sparking from the glow of the candle and his cheeks with a light blush. Before he could pull me into another kiss a hopped up from his waist and onto the floor landing on my feet, I look back and smile at him and walk out of the door and into the kitchen. I walked at a medium pace, I could hear the shower going and I hoped that nobody was in the kitchen. When I walked in, I went over to the fridge scanning it, I grabbed an apple and took out the kettle, boiling water and placing tea bags inside, within a minute Ringo comes in.

“Hello Emily.” he says to me, my back had been turned and I hadn’t noticed so it scared me a little.

“Hi Ritchie.” I say in a calm voice, smiling, not trying to go from one high to a low.

“George is about to go in the shower and John just got out. We’re going somewhere.” He says almost excitedly.

“Oh, I hope you guys have fun.” I say turned to him smiling and walk over to the tea.

“You and play are coming too” He says laughing “You know the drill!” he added in as Paul came in.

“OH! Your ears must have been burning huh?” I say to Paul grinning and Ringo just snickers in the background.

“Hm? Oh yes.” Paul says as if he had been in the room the whole time “Be ready by… what? 6:30?” Paul finishes stunning me and making Ringo snicker again.

“I don’t even want to know.” I say dropping the tea bags in the now boiling water.

“Know what?” John says coming in dressed in a tux his hair more dry than Paul’s had been.

“About tonight.” Ringo says plainly.

“Ah yes! Cannot wait to go to the-” John starts to say excitedly before Paul cuts him off

“LENNON! SHE DOESN’T KNOW!” Paul and Ringo shout and Ringo covers his mouth.

“Damn, you guys sure like having her surprised.” John says slightly annoyed but grinning at me and then fixing his suit.

“I honestly don’t like surprises… So John tell me!” I say smiling with puppy dog eyes.

“No can do, I’d probably be killed by these two.” John says pointing to the boys who are by his side.

“Paul, Emily you’re not dressed we do have to be going to the theatre soon. And Ringo you need a shower!” George said walked in making Paul almost tackle him, Ringo run out of the kitchen and making John literally fall down laughing.

“I hate youuu!” Paul yells jumping on Georges back who was in the pantry searching for something to eat.

“Wait what did I do?” George says turning around thinking Paul would have been off his back by now, but didn’t budge and instead gave me and John innocent eyes, making us both laugh, John even more than he was before.

“I’m gonna go get ready!” I say laughing before it could get any worst. “Anything special, I should wear?” I ask before walking out of the door.

“Aye! Look on your bed.” George says and turns his attention back to Paul who was about to yell at him.

I walk to my bedroom and wonder what dress he’s talking about. The only red dress is the one at the store. I get into my room and turn on the light and there sit’s an almost bright red dress, ¾ sleeves, down to my knees, pulled in at the waist and a little cut with a button attaching it in the front (I actually have this dress, I might post a picture of me in it okay) it was lovely, I put it on and looked in the mirror, it hung a bit, not too tight or too lose, perfect. I took my hair out of the long braid I had it in this morning, it came out all wavy and it too looked perfect tonight, without me having to do anything to it. I then put on only a little brown mascara, making the hazel, that you could barely see anymore because of the love colour, stand out more, everything was perfect even the little leather black shoes he had picked out for me. knock knock. There was someone at the door, I looked myself over making sure I was presentable “Come in!” I called flattening my hands over my waist.

“Wow. I knew it, you look perfect in that.” George said walking over and sitting on my bed.

“Thank you so much for it!” I say smiling and walking over to him bringing him into a tight hug, sticking my head into the crook of his neck, feeling his lips lightly touch my cheek and then doing into more noticeable again.

“Come on, let’s go, it’s almost 7!” I say getting up and pulling him up with me.

“I didn’t even notice it was that late, come on lets go.” George says to me, grabbing my arm and I notice he’s leaning in, panicking I push my head so he’s kiss my head only.

“Come on, the boys are probably wanting on us.” I say to him and start walking out of the room, with him following close behind me.

When we get into the car we drive to a tiny fancy café right beside a movie theatre. All alone out of publics sight we stay and eat our dinner, catching up and having a good time together. After the dinner the boys take me to the movie theatre.

“What are we going to see?” I ask the boys after getting out of the bathroom.

“Our own movie!” John said smiling a big grin

“I thought it came out during the summer?” I ask them confused, remembering the signs out for the movie.

“It did.” Ringo said calmly and then continued “We haven’t seen it and it was so good they kept it up, apparently.” He finished the sentence sounding excited and smiling.

“That’s great.” I say smiling back at him.

“Come on let’s go darling.” Paul says to me wrapping an arm around my waist and leading us all in the direction of the 2nd theatre. The lights were dimmed so no one could really tell who was who. The place was crowed and we finally found seats in the back. Paul wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer to where I was almost on top of him, he played with my hair during the movie and before whispered sweet things in my ear.

“You look amazing.” Paul said and I could feel my heart speed up, I just hoped Paul couldn’t hear it. Before I could reply or say anything back the room went dark and the movie screen popped up. I laughed hard at a lot of the things, but I could barely hear the movie due to the screaming girls. The girls went especially crazy during their singing

“It's been a hard day's night, and I'd been working like a dog

It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log

But when I get home to you I find the things that you do

Will make me feel alright

You know I work all day to get you money to buy you things

And it's worth it just to hear you say you're going to give me everything

So why on earth should I moan, cos when I get you alone

You know I feel OK

When I'm home everything seems to be right

When I'm home feeling you holding me tight, tight, yeah

It's been a hard day's night, and I'd been working like a dog

It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log

But when I get home to you I find the things that you do

Will make me feel alright owww

So why on earth should I moan, cos when I get you alone

You know I feel OK

When I'm home everything seems to be right

When I'm home feeling you holding me tight, tight, yeah

It's been a hard day's night, and I'd been working like a dog

It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log

But when I get home to you I find the things that you do

Will make me feel alright

You know I feel alright

You know I feel alright”

The boys sang on the TV screen and I could hear the boys humming a long softly through the screaming girls. At the end of the movie John smiled at me and mouthed “Watch this” raising my eyebrows confused to what he wanted me to see he screamed in a girly voice “OH MY GOD IS THAT THE BEATLES!!!” they all looked up even though they knew John was going to do it, the lights flicked on and I was halfway down the isle by myself, the girls ran towards the boys and where I had been sitting, the boys were engulfed my the screaming girls. I ran down and out the exit escaping the chaos.

“Here they come!” Screamed girls who were standing at the doors, I left through the back doors laughing and running when I heard the screaming getting closer. The door opened up to a back alley, it was scary looking so I stopped to breathe and calm myself. Then I heard footsteps, not the gentle footsteps of the boys but rushed, angry footsteps, I started to get up and walk fast. I wasn’t fast enough and he caught up to me, whoever he was. The strange man grab the back of my dress and pulled my hair pulling me back, making me yelp. He turned me around and I could see his face, he had brown hair and a medium length beard with angry dark eyes.

“Let me go!” I cried and he just tightened his grip laughing a bit, and I was taken back by his strength.

“You’re coming with me!” He yelled a little too loud and me grabbing me and digging his nails into my sides throwing me over his shoulder like I was the weight of a feather, I kept screaming as he pulled me deeper in the alley “Help! Let me go!” I screamed tears rushing down from my eyes and then I suddenly heard the door slam open “Hel-!!!” I screamed and then he covered my mouth. The sound of other peoples footsteps grew closer and I kicked at his gut, still over his shoulder, “Let her go!” I heard an angry voice growl at the man, sounding familiar, soon I was thrown on the ground landing on my head, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think. I cried out in agony holding the back of my head and then feel out of conciseness.

A/N; Thank you so much for reading my story you guys! I hope you enjoy, more and more. Sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy it as always. Please give me feedback, things you do/don't like, something you want to see or stuff I need more/less of or work on. Thank you again. Love you guys <3