Chapter 22;

***Donna’s POV***

( A/N: Donna’s POV is told the morning after Paul and Emily left, then switches to later on)

I woke up to the sounds of birds singing. Last night I had given John the poem book and he loved it! And promised to read me some of it soon. As the sun streamed in through the open window, along with wind, I pulled myself up. 

“Morning love.” Paul said, holding the book in his hand, along with coffee. John was sporting pajama bottoms, bed head and his Buddy Holly glasses. 

“G’morning” I told him, after he had pulled me in for a kiss on the cheek. “Do you like the book?” 

I was absolutely excited that he was reading it! He looked down at the copy, a wide grin sketched across his face. “Yes, I love it! Do you want me to read you a poem?” 

“Let me go to the bathroom real quick!” I said and hopped out of bed, using the toilet, washing my hands, and brushing my teeth, I came back to John. 

“All ready?” 

“Yes” I said giggling. 

“Okay, this is the first one in the book, I’m not going to read all of it though.” He told me and I nodded for him to continue. 

“Ta tête, ton geste, ton air

Sont beaux comme un beau paysage; 

Le rire joue en ton visage 

Comme un vent frais dans un ciel clair.

Le passant chagrin que tu frôles 

Est ébloui par la santé 

Qui jaillit comme une clarté 

De tes bras et de tes épaules.

Les retentissantes couleurs 

Dont tu parsèmes tes toilettes 

Jettent dans l'esprit des poètes 

L'image d'un ballet de fleurs.

Ces robes folles sont l'emblème 

De ton esprit bariolé; 

Folle dont je suis affolé, 

Je te hais autant que je t'aime!” 

John said, speaking perfect French as if he was born in France. I became infatuated at the way his eyes shined in the light, the way his lips formed perfect shapes and how every word kissed my ear on the way in. I couldn’t help but stare, the light hit his features perfectly, like he was a crafted masterpiece in front of me. 

“Do you know how to translate?” John said, snapping me out of my trans, I had known the poem from reciting it, and was surprised he picked that one. But I was also trained in French, so I could have done it regardless. 

“Yes.” 

“Will you?” 

“Um sure.. It’s roughly translated…” 

“It doesn’t matter go ahead.” 

“Your head, your bearing, your gestures 

Are fair as a fair countryside; 

Laughter plays on your face 

Like a cool wind in a clear sky.

The gloomy passer-by you meet 

Is dazzled by the glow of health 

Which radiates resplendently 

From your arms and shoulders.

The touches of sonorous color 

That you scatter on your dresses 

Cast into the minds of poets 

The image of a flower dance.

Those crazy frocks are the emblem

Of your multi-colored nature;

Mad woman whom I'm mad about,

I hate and love you equally!” 

“It’s a beautiful poem. A beautiful book. From a beautiful girl.” John said lowly, keeping his eyes on mine. As our faces inched closer, I felt more and more under the trans of him, I closed my eyes- as he already had- and felt his lips graze mine, before he pulled his hands to my cheeks cupping them and bringing me closer and kissing me, with more affection than I’ve ever been kissed with before. 

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(Still Donna’s POV) 

Today was the 5th and I didn’t want to get up. I knew I would have to get out of bed and away from John. Everyone in the house had been dreading this day, we had a great time, relaxing mostly. There were no fights or trouble- thank God- even though it seemed to follow them. I looked over at my sleeping Lennon, his hair falling into his eyes. I decided maybe I could at least make this day start good for both of us. I slipped out of his wrapped arms around me and got on top of him. John’s nose scrunched up, then went back to normal, most likely falling back asleep. 

“Johnny.” I purred, placing a kiss on his lips. John instantly reacted and kissed me back. “Good morning.” I said after I had pulled away. 

“God, this is a good morning isn’t it?” John said, a smirk instantly on his lips. I pulled the pillow from my side and hit him with it. 

“Not exactly…” 

“Damn, it’s the fifth, al’ eady?” 

“Yeah. Let’s get up though, I’ll make you something.” 

“I like cornflakes.” John told me, as I got out of bed and moved towards the dresser. 

“I know, I know. Come on Johnny, you have to get up.” 

“What time?” 

“We have to be there at 12. It’s 11 now.” I told him, pulling on my skirt. “Stop starring at me like that.” 

“Yer just to beautiful.” John says, kissing me again, finally getting out of bed. I pulled on a shirt and sweater cardigan to go with it. 

“John-” I began to say, as he pulls on the belt to his dress pants. 

“Sh” he tells me, cutting me off “I’ll meet you in the kitchen, alri’?” 

“Sure.” I tell him and leave, going down to the kitchen. I needed tea, something to wake me up. I had suspected to be the only one up, but as I went into the kitchen I saw George sitting on top of the table. 

“ ‘Ello.” I say, seeming to pull him out of his thoughts. 

“Morning. I see yer ready for today.” He tells me, I start filling up the water in the pot. 

“I am, John’s gettinnn’ ready too. I see yer not. Why not?” 

“I don’t feel like gettinn’ ready.” 

“George yo-” 

“I know, I have too. I’m just ready to be in America. The band doesn’t depend on me.” 

“Are you insane? They most definitely depend on you. Yer all in this together.” 

“Really?” 

“Yes really. Yer as important as the rest of the lot. But the girls like you better o’course.” I tell him, hoping to cheer him up a bit, and knowing it’s true. 

“Ye? Like yer friend?” 

“Don’t bring that up George. You can have any other girl, why are ye even sullen over Emily?” 

“Cause I loved ’er.” 

“No you didn’t George. You barely know ’er. Now, listen ’ere. You and Ringo’ll have super models all over ye in America. I bet ye’ll forget all ’bout  yer lil crush.” 

“Super models aye?” 

“Ye bet yerself.” 

“Alri. Alri. Yer fixing something then?” George asked, coming back to his senses and giving me a foolish grin. 

“Corn flakes.” 

“I’ll just ‘ave an apple.” 

“Will you do me a favor?” I ask, turning towards him and pouring a cup of tea. 

“Depends.” 

“Wake, Rings up will ye? I ‘ave to get Paul and Emily up.” 

“Sure, sure.” George says, getting an apple out of the fridge and going out the door. I sip my tea and get the corn flakes, John coming out at just the time. 

“Thank ye love.” John says, grabbing the bowl on my cheek. “Where ye going?” 

“To wake up the other two. George and Rings are a’ready up.” 

“Alright. Tell Paul black, not grey.” John tells me, motioning towards his suit, which is black. I walk out, a big smile on my face. I’m glad everything is going good so far, but we’ll need to go soon, it’s already getting to be 11:30 and we need to drive there too. 

“Emily, Paul.” I say, knocking on the door and walking in. I look around the room, the covers were messy and undone, but nobody was in the room. The bathroom door was closed, and it quickly opened. Emily, giggling and in her underwear, yelling ‘Stops’ but being covered by her giggles and squeals. “Stop! I don’t want to see anymore!” I yell, not wanting to witness anything else of Paul’s doings. Of course I had seen Emily naked, from knowing her for many, many years but I didn’t want to see this. Emily quickly covered her top half and Paul looked at me, thankfully wearing pants, but not the right color of course. 

“Sorry!” Emily says quickly, “We were getting ready!” 

“Oh, no, of course. This is what I was expecting to see.” I told her sarcastically. “Just, we need to be there at 12! So we need to get going soon.” 

“We’ll be there Donna. No need to worry.” Paul said, giving me one of his award-wining smiles. 

“Fine.” I said “Oh and Paul?” 

“Hm, yes?” Paul said, pulling his lips from Emily

“John said black, nice try though.” I said, turning on my heel and leaving, closing the door on my way out. 

We barely made it to the studios before 12. Rushing inside and to our seats around the long table, for our meeting with Brian and George Martin. George and Brian were caught up in a conversation, barely noticing our tardiness. The finally started the meeting, after George and Ringo finished fitting over a seat, which they both got one in the end, see the one placed in the corner. 

“Ladies and Lads, I’m glad you’re here.” Brian said, immensely started the meeting and stopping everyone’s conversation. “We’ve got some amazing news!” 

“Well go on then” Our George said, waiting impatiently, Brian seeming to excited for it to be something about a new show. 

“Yeah come on then!” Ringo joined in.

“I want to hold your hand has become number one in America!!!!” Brian shouted, everyone stood up cheering! They all went insane, hugging and all. Emily and I sat there, not knowing what to do as George Martin popped a bottle of Champaign. 

“Come on! Celebrate you two!” John said, and turned to me hugging me and bringing me out of my seat, as Paul picked Emily up and gave her a celebratory kiss. 

“I’m so happy for you guys!” I said, trying to smile as big as the boys, but it hurt my mouth to, and I’m sure their jaws must be aching my now too. I turned to John and gave him a big kiss. 

George Martin passed out glasses of the bubbly and Brian starts making a toast, “To the best damn band, so far. I love you boys, you’ll go far and all. Thank God for these girls keeping ye all on track. I’m glad to be your manager. I knew we’d make it. Cheers, to America, new relationships, and The Beatles!” 

“Cheers!” We all say, clinking glasses and talking long sips from the crystal wear. 

“But now to business.” George Martin says, getting a collective groan from everyone, “Hey. All I was going to say, is let’s practice your number one, then we’ll head out and celebration!” 

“Sounds like a fine plan! Let’s go.” John says, grabbing his glass and my waist, pulling me with him to the studio. 

“This is great! I told you that you guys were awesome!” I tell him, kissing his lips. 

“I knew, I’m excited. This is terrific! Me band and me girl are headin’ off to America in less than 3 days, God it’s unbelievable.” John told me. 

“Come on John!” Someone shouts from the room, he quickly gives me another kiss and pushes the door open, then the one, leading to his instruments and his band mates. Emily and Brian are talking in a corner as Martin gives them instructions, I take my best bet and go over with Emily and Brian. 

“Exciting news eh?” I say, with a big grin, maybe I could get on his good side. 

“It’s fantastic!” Emily beams, 

“Well they couldn’t have done it without their amazing producer!” I say, looking at Brian, who’s grin becomes bigger and he blushes a bit. 

“Well thank you, thank you.” He says, fake bowing, making me and Emily laugh. Then George starts strumming his Guitar, adding the rest of the boys in, giving off a beat that I couldn’t help but sway my hips about at. Paul and John step up, singing. 

“Oh yeah, I'll tell you something

I think you'll understand

When I'll say that something

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

Oh please, say to me

You'll let me be your man

And please, say to me

You'll let me hold your hand

I'll let me hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

And when I touch you I feel happy

Inside

It's such a feeling that my love

I can't hide

I can't hide

I can't hide

Yeah, you've got that something

I think you'll understand

When I'll say that something

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

And when I touch you I feel happy

Inside

It's such a feeling that my love

I can't hide

I can't hide

I can't hide

Yeah, you've got that something

I think you'll understand

When I'll feel that something

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand” 

The song was then over and they came out. “Amazing as always.” Martin stated “No wonder why they love that song!” They got caught up in talking of plans for tonight, as John came to the corner I had resided in, as the other two went to talk more about tonight. 

“How’d you like it?” John asked, standing in front of me, I had to look up at him. 

“I loved it of course.” I said, and stand on my tippytoes, kissing his lips, “I love everything you do.” 

John returns the kiss, and then again “How ‘bout we leave before everyone else. We can have our own celebration, aye?” John says, smirk at me, and kissing me in any place he can find open skin, making me shiver and giggled. “Yea? What do ya say?” 

“Maybe…” I tell him, pecking him on the lips before Ringo called out us. 

“Come on ye two love birds, we’re goin’ to lunch. Come ‘ed.” Ringo said, and we walked hand in hand to two company cars. John, George, Mal, Martin and I took one, as Emily, Paul, Ringo, Brian and Neil took the next. Apparently we were planning to go somewhere to eat and discuss plans for America, which we did, making it seem like work more than anything. 

Later that night was very important though. Emily and I sat in her bedroom, we had just finished dinner and were instructed to get ready for tonight. Brian had made plans for us all to go to a bar club and were supposed to were something ‘sexy, yet classy’. Procrastination set in as we talked, lying on her bed. 

“How’re you gettinnn’ along and all?” Emily asked me. 

“With John? Fantastic. He’s very caring, not how you described him at all.” 

“Probably because he cares about you.” 

“I don’t know. Maybe. Or maybe he’s just trying to get in my pants.” 

“God you’re dumb.” 

“Why…?” 

“I think John’s smart enough to not bring a girl to America that he just wants to shag, we’ve already talked about this. Will you pass me the cigs?” 

“Sure. And I know, sometimes it seems too good to be true.” I tell her, reminiscing on all of the events as she lights the cigarette. 

“It is, but hey look it is true. We’ll be going to America in less than forty-eight hours! We’ll be with the number one band. We’re dating the members. We’re about to go to a club to celebrate their number one hit. It’s damn extraordinary.” 

“Yeah, that we should be getting ready for right now.” I tell her, looking at the clock. 

“Ye know, I’ve barely packed. Paul hasn’t either. I don’t think anyone has.” Emily states, taking a drag of her cigarette. “Good thing we’ll have tomorrow.” 

“I totally forgot about getting packed!” 

“Great! We’re not the only ones.” Emily says, actually sounding happy and not sarcastic, stubbing out the butt of her cigarette, she gets off the bed “Will you and your fashion expertise help me pick out what to wear tonight?” 

“Sure” I tell her, getting off the bed and going towards her wardrobe, looking through it I find the dress that we never got the pleasure of wearing. We had bought them matching for a party that we never went to. Hers was not to short, black, kind of tight and on purpose, long sleeves, yet had a diamond shape cut out at the chest. “This!” 

“Oh God! I forgot I even had that, I haven’t even unpacked all of my things! Do you still have the white one?” Emily beamed at me, and referring to the exact same dress I had bought except in white. 

“I do believe so. Let me look! I’ll be right back!” I said and almost sprinted out if her room to mine. I found the clothes box that was labeled ‘party dresses’ and found the white one instantly, I pulled it out and ran back to Emily’s room “I found it!” 

“Yes! Let’s get this party started!” Emily said, pulling out shoes to match as I went to change. When I came back, Emily was straightening out her dress and looking for black heels, already having set aside mine. 

“God, they still fit perfect.” I say, beside of Emily, flattening the dress down. 

“They do, don’t they. God, thanks for reminding me.” she tells me, embracing me in a hug. 

“It’s not me, you kept it. I’m glad I kept mine too. Never thought I used it for this kind of event though.” I say, hugging her back and it felt like old times again, just me and her. But instead of her dad walking in Paul and John did. 

“Aye, now kiss.” John said, smirking smugly and looking at us. 

“John Lennon yer one cheeky bastard.” Emily says, as we pull away from each other. 

“Well, on a more serious note. Can I say you two look lovely beyond words. I think lil Paulie ‘ere is flabbergasted.” John says, patting Paul’s back, who take his eyes off of Emily for the first time that night. 

“Yer beautiful. Both o’ ye. Don’t have to settle for Lennon that’s for sure.” Paul says, walking towards my best friend and then directing the last part to me, but looking at John who shoots him a dirty look. I walk over and into John’s arms. 

“Are ye two ready for tonight?” John asked, finishing our long embrace. Emily was slipping on her heel and Paul was basically drooling at her. 

“Sure am.” Emily said with a smile, Paul then slipped an arm around her waist. 

“How about you?” John whispered, pulling me closer from his already attached arm. 

“I’m good to go, very excited.” I whisper back. 

“Well, the cars already here. Ready to round the lot of us.” John says, but to everyone now and with that we leave Emily’s room and down the hallway, to the living room and out the front doors. 

By the time we got to the club, it was already dark, past eight. We made our way to a round booth in the back, that George Martin and Brian were seated at. Nobody seemed to surprised to see ‘The Beatles’ there, but of course it was a popular club. Not the kind of club that fifteen year old girls got into ready to meet their idol. 

The club seemed to jump with Rock ’n’ Roll, but the dance kind obviously. Many people were dancing, yet many people were seated at smaller booths and the bar. A thick smoke was set in the air, but didn’t seem to affect the dancing bodies. Smoke and alcohol seemed to rise up from the air, yet it still smelled fresh and the air was cool and crisp. 

A small waitress with blonde hair, that cut across the top of her eyes, wearing a very skimpy dress approached us, making me immediately feel over dressed, “Hi, I’m Lexi. What can I get you guys to drink?” she asked and before I could even look at the drink, I was being ordered for. 

“Eight rums and cokes.” Ringo stated and she nodded, 

“That’s all for now yea?” 

“I dance with you my dear.” George said and the girl let out a little giggle, reminding me how girls seemed to loose control around them. I wonder why it hadn’t effected Emily like that. Maybe it was cause she was American. I looked up and at her, her face was completely flushed, but the small smile on her lips and Paul whispering into her ear seemed to be the reason, and when she let out a little giggle, I knew everything was okay. 

“I’ll be right back with those drinks.” She told us and I looked at John. Wondering why coke and rum. 

“It’s a ‘Beatles drink’.” John told me, seeming to read my mind and putting quotations around Beatles drink. “I just like it, regardless. I know you will too.” 

“It really is good. Ye can barely taste the rum.” Ringo added in

“Is that why yer always hammered, aye?” George asked, laughing

“Hey!” Brian says, coming out of his conversation with Martin “There’ll be none of that. You have important things to do tomorrow. We’ll be in the states in less than a day!”

“Come on Eppy! All we’ve gotta do it pack.” John stated. 

“You haven’t packed?!” Brian nervously said. 

“Come ‘ed you two. No work. No business talk. We’re here to celebrate. The bands first single in the states!” Emily says, in a cheerful tone everyone else agreeing. 

“Here ya go.” Lexi, our waitress said, twisting her blonde hair on her finger, her dress seemed to look even shorter, if possible. 

“How ‘bout that dance then?” George asked her, as everyone drank over half of there drink in the first sip, it actually was good and it made me loosen up. 

“Another round then?” She asked, and everyone nodded, before looking at George. “I’ll be off in five. Come and find me on the dance floor.” 

“Alri’ bird.” George said and I drank the rest of my drink. 

“Steady there huh?” John whispered in my ear and it sent shivers up my spine “Don’t want to drink too quick love.” 

“Right John. I’ll be okay.” I told him and kissed him lightly on the lips, lingering there for a second. 

Lexi had came back with our second round and I sipped at it slower this time. George headed for the dance floor the second she had gotten out of sight. I watched the dancing bodies and I wanted in. 

“Dance with me.” I whispered to John, in his neck and he looked down and smiled at me. 

“Yer sure?” 

“I absolutely love dancing.” I stated, the song had just changed and Little Richard rang through the stereo. “And this song.” 

“Fine.” John said grinning at me, as I dragged him out of the booth. I danced to the song, Johnny B. Goode, keeping him close to me. 

Chuck Berry’s voice became background noise as John pulled me closer, whispering in my ear.  He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Or sit beneath the trees by the railroad track. Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade, Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made. Chuck’s voice sang, but I was much to focused on John’s “God you’re driving me crazy in that dress.” John said, his fingers digging into my hip, his voice low with arousal. “I’d love to see what’s underneath” John told me, I shivered at the thought and I felt myself begging for more, a warmth spreading through my body and especially between my legs. Many people coming from miles around, To hear you play your music when the sun go down. Maybe someday your name will be in lights Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.

“Lets go” I whispered, and turned, looking into his dark lustful eyes. He grabbed my hand pulling me through the crowd towards the back exit, “John we have to tell someone we’re leaving.” I tell him, and lucky enough we’re close to the booth. 

“Donna and I, have to head off. She um…” John coughed, thinking of something “Has to go get a few things… for the trip.” 

“Oh, I’ll call Hennery then-” Brian began but John cut him off. 

“We’ll be taking a cab home, sure you have enough with the rest of the lot.” I tell them, and barely get to say goodbye before John is pulling me out. Closing the backdoor John pushes me against it kissing me roughly. “John,” I begin but he stops me. 

“To be continued, eh? I don’t intend yer knickers being frozen off.” John says, referring to the weather and slipping his jacket over me before I could protest and taking my hand in his, pulling me from the alley and to the street, hailing a cab quick.  

The cab ride was painfully long and once it had been over, John paid and walked to the door keeping me close by his side. Opening up the door, he told me he’d fetch a few things from his room. I walked to mine alone, astounded how he got me so hot, so quick. I barely made it to my room; I was taking off my locket when John came in. He spotted me and walked to me, engulfing me in a deep kiss, that I couldn’t resist. John and I found the way to my bed still locked at the mouth, pushing me down and getting on top of me starting to focus on my neck. 

“Donna,” he said, pulling his mouth away, after I emitted a little moan “I’ve got nothing.” 

“What?” I asked, completely out of sense, but the words started to process soon enough “Oh.” 

“ ‘m sorry love,” John said kissing me “We could always do… other things. Yea?” 

“Yeah.” I told him, I didn’t think about it to long. Did I really have to?

John was still on top of me, his hands roaming my body, as mine did the same. I was too much into bliss to hear the front door open or the loud drunken footsteps, John hadn’t seemed to notice either. Just as I was letting out a moan, the bedroom. 

“Mate do ye have a-” George’s voice fell in the room, John and I quickly looked at him, “Well ‘ello there Donna. Ringo?” 

“Sod off you git!” John roared from above me, Ringo quickly appeared in the door way. 

“Ye don’t happen to have somethinnnnnn’?” George asked 

“Well one yer not using.” Ringo added in with a sly grin and I shivered as they looked at me. I didn’t like the thought and began to slip under the covers. 

“I’ll be right back love, alri’?” John asked, his eyes clearing up a bit and pure concern flashing through them. I nodded my head and he got off of me, putting a blanket over me, before he left. I laid on my side waiting or John to come back, but totally out of it now. It was fifteen minutes before he came back. “God, I’m sorry it took so long darling.” John stated, basically scooping me up into his arms. I don’t know if I should be mad if he left or happy that he came back. “I had to take ‘em to the store. I wasn’t the only one heavily drinking. I’m sorry love.”  

“It’s fine John. At least you came back.” I said, and placed a tender kiss on his cheek. 

“Why wouldn’t I? The only girl I love is in ‘ere.” John said, his eyes without a single trace of a lie. And I believed him. “Why don’t you go change ay? I want to get outa this monkey suit.” 

I waited till John left to change, slipping into something comfortable, I knew I’d have to pack tomorrow. John came back quickly this time and pulled me into bed, kissing my cheeks and lips soft and playfully. “I’m so glad to have you.” John told me, tapping my nose, before wrapping his arms around me, pulling me close and lulling me to sleep with his calm breathing. 

***Emily’s POV*** 

Last night had been very odd. I was sitting at the booth, while John and Donna had just escaped to the dance floor. The third drink was being brought out and I while I was drinking Ringo had asked me to a friendly dance. Paul seemed very jealous telling him no for me. But luckily a cute little girl in a grey sparkle dress swifted Ringo off his feet and to the dance floor. Paul and I had been the last ones left before we decided to make our way home. 

“Morning babe.” Paul cooed, sitting two cups of tea down on the table. I had just woken up, and very surprised Paul was up before me. 

“G’morning.” I told him sitting up. 

“How’d you sleep?” 

“Great. How ‘bout yerself?” 

“Dandy.” 

“You think we’ll get jet lagged?” 

“Probably. Traveling long distances and all, but don’t worry love, you’ll have me to sleep next to.” 

“And that’s all I could ask for.” I tell him, planting a small kiss on his lips and sipping on my tea. 

“Brian called, that’s what woke me up.” Paul stated. 

“What’d he call for?” 

“To make sure we were up, and getting ready. He’ll be here at latest nine to pick us up.” 

“We’re leaving tonight?” 

“It’s a long flight my dear.” 

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Paul and I have been spending our day playing, more than packing. It’s been like that for awhile, Paul and I, going on fun dates or just staying together. We had to use our time together wisely, we all knew that in the hotel it’d be cramped and nobody felt comfortable with that much PDA especially me. 

I was to be kept under wraps in the states. No one was to know the boys had any girlfriends, due to what it could make out of the bands image. Donna and I were assigned ’road mother’ ’part manager’ ’clothing directors’ ’family friends’ or whatever else we could make up that would make sense at the time. No talking to the press, unless we were talked to (Brian didn’t want us to appear rude). 

I finally had all of my stuff packed and I was helping Paul and Ringo with their last little bit. “Emily!” John’s voice rang from down the hall. I excused myself, confused to why he’d even be calling my name if he was with Donna. I heard him yell for me again and noticed it was coming from the bathroom. I knocked on the door and he told me to enter. There John was, sitting in some regular clothes on the bathtub, and George with him but on the toilet seat.

“What’s up John? I was helping them finish packing.” I asked, noting that Donna wasn’t in here. 

“She’s gone changed.” John said catching my eye “But did you bring the bowl yea?” 

“Yes John. It’s in my bag.” 

“Let me carry it.” 

“No way John, if they pull you aside-” 

“If they pull me aside, I’ll complain and anyways, they wouldn’t do that, there’s already a big hassle at the airport.” 

“I don’t want you to get in trouble…” 

“And I don’t want you to either, that’s why I’ll carry it.” 

“I don’t kn-” 

“Don’t worry about it Emily.” George said, speaking up for the first time “It’ll be okay. John does plenty of illegal things and never gets caught.” 

“Fine. I’ll be back.” I tell him, caving in but not really wanting to, I walk to my bedroom and take it out the box I had it in from my suitcase. Bringing back to John, he reminds me to bring a spare change of clothes on the plane, but to wear something comfortable. 

“Emily?” Paul asked, as I walk back into my bedroom 

“Yeah? I’m just changing. Do you have your on flight bag?” 

“Not yet, I was about to pack it actually.” 

“Okay. I need some help.” I tell him with a smile, he smiles back at me rolling his eyes in a playful way. 

“Great.” Paul states in a sarcastic voice, but sending me a smile. 

“Flowers or plain?” I ask holding up to dresses, putting one over my body, then the next. I couldn’t figure out which to wear, even though I knew Paul hated flowers and I agreed because it made me feel like a little girl. 

“Nothing.” Paul stated simply, a smirk on his lips, he ran his fingers through his hair as he study me and it made me shiver. Even if I did have a good amount of clothes on I felt him undressing me with his eyes. 

“Really Paul.” I stated, a blush rising to my cheeks. 

“Yer right, the plain one. I wouldn’t want anyone else looking at me girl.” Paul state, slipping an arm tight around my waist and kissed me on the lips. “Except for me” Paul stated, pulling his mouth to my ear, before putting it back on my lips and pushing me softly against the wardrobe. 

I separated myself quickly from Paul and gave him a little smirk. Kissing him lightly on the lips before turning away from him to put on my clothes for the plane ride. “Yer wearing the what Eppy picked out yeah?” I asked and his lips returned to me lips as he spoke 

“Yes. But changing in front of me isn’t going to make me want you any less.” Paul admitted, then backed away as there was a knock on the door. I pulled a strapless bra out, a sweater and some comfortable pants to go with it. As the person entered. 

“Brian’ll be here in half an hour.” George’s bold liverpudilan accent stated, and I couldn’t help but noticed how it had rubbed off on me. 

“Thanks, Geo. I’ll be out there in a second.” Paul told him, turning back to his suit case. 

“George wait,” I called before he left and he looked at me with a tiny grin. I picked up the dresses and help them up beside my body “Flowers or plain?” 

“Plain. You’ll be able to wear the flowers on a more sunny and warm day.” George stated and gave me a warm smile. 

“Thank you.” I told him nodding my head and he disappeared around the corner closing the door behind him. I quickly went to the bathroom to change into my comfortable clothes and when I had gotten out Paul was sitting on my bed looking at a box of photos, that had been mixed up from now to when I was a kid. 

“Look at you here. You looked so happy.” Paul stated, and blinked away the tears threatening to spill over his eyes. 

“Well maybe you should take one now. Because I’ve never been happier.” 

“I make you happy?” 

“Of course you do Paul, why wouldn’t you?” I asked, sitting down beside of him and wrapping my arms around him. 

“Because I’m a stupid bloke. I’m sorry for getting kind of jealous last night.” 

“Don’t mention it. It’s fine really and no yer not. Yer my Paul, who makes me happy and smile in a way that I haven’t smiled in a long time.” 

“I didn’t think anyone could make me happy after my mom died…” Paul said “You’ve lost both of yer parents and you make me so much more happy than  I could have imagined.” 

“Well I’m glad. I really am. It’s the same way, you know that right Paul? At first I thought I was just some girl to you. I’m glad I wasn’t…” 

“Are you kidding me? You thought you were one of those girls. God, you came to me and treated me different, you knew we’re rock stars and you didn’t care. So many girls at there willing to do anything we want and you came along and were completely different.” 

“I didn’t know…” 

“Yer much more important than you suspect.”  Paul told me and kissing my lips. “Let’s get going aye? Me and my girl headin’ to America. Can’t believe it.” 

“Neither can I.” I told him and with that we grabbed our bags, heading to the living room were everyone was sitting except for Ringo, who had ran to the bathroom. 

“Yer all pack yea?” John asked. 

“Yep. All ready to go. I’m insanely nervous.” I stated and Donna looked at me with worried and nervous eyes. 

“So am I.” Donna stated twisting her fingers. 

“It’ll all be okay darlin’ yer with me.” John told her, grabbing her hand and stroking it softly. 

“Is that supposed to comfort here?” George asked with a laugh, John shot him a look and before we knew it, we were being swept off our feet to a small grocery store with Brian, Martin, Mal, and Neil. We had to pick up cigarettes and a new monopoly set. 

Brian, Donna, I and Mal all went to the back off the plane. There were reporters everywhere on the plane, especially in coach. We ended up having to get the whole place clear before we could leave. Paul and John sat across from me and Donna on the other aisle. Both of us watched as the boys were questioned and had pictures taken of them. They made sure to add in some of the things Brian had told them to. 

We had been sitting on the plane for an hour and half before it got cleared out and we could get going. John and Paul made a fuss, making sure that we both had been sitting beside them while nobody was there. I luckily remembered to bring my camera with my small bag of clothes. I made sure to take pictures of the outside and some of Eppy, Neil and Mal, knowing that they probably hadn’t been given half of as much as attention the boys received. Ringo also took about 2 film rounds worth of pictures, taking plenty of Paul and I, plus Donna and John. 

I had drifted into a light slumber, my head resting on Paul’s shoulder and his on top of mine. Brian nervously shook Donna and I awake. 

“Yes Eppy?” I asked, yawning and pulling away from Paul, without making him wake. 

“The plane’ll land in half an hour. You two need to change yes?” Brian asked. Donna and I just nodded, not bothering to whisper, I think my throat was too dry for that. “Well go ‘ed and do that. You guys want some tea?” Donna and I nodded a yes again, giving him a tired smile as we went to change. Luckily our hair hadn’t been messed up and we wore simple classy dresses. 

“We’ll be landing in about five minutes. Thank you again for flying with us.” The pilot announced loudly over the intercom, causing the boys to stir awake. I sat back in the seat I had began in, sipping tea and talking to Brian and Donna like we had sat there the entire time. 

“Are those all people?” Donna asked, nervously playing with her hands. 

“Yep.” Brian stated, and we knew the roaring hadn’t came from the jet engine. 

“God, how will we do this?” I asked, suddenly scared. 

“This is the plan. There’s two cars. One will take the boys, the others will take us, Mal, Neil and George Martin. Mal and Neil will have to protect you. Those girls can get pretty hasty. But no need to worry, they’ll never get to you.” 

“Oh, God!” Donna said, a bundle of nerves, I grabbed her hand 

“Come on. We can do this.” I told her and at last it was our turn, Neil and Mal had our hands and the girls came swatting at us, unknowingly knowing who we were, just protective enough over their boys to curse at us and throw claws at us. Finally inside of the car, Donna had calmed down a bit, but we both were astounded by how they acted. Little did we know it’d only be the beginning.