Chapter 8;

I woke up in the morning doing my regular routine, taking my shower and going out into the kitchen to find the boys, I was so tired this morning from me not sleeping that I didn’t even look at my clock. After I was done in the shower, which was about a 45 minute shower, I changed into my sweatpants and put my long hair in a braid. I walked into the kitchen to see just George sitting there still in his night pants too, but without his shirt on. His hair was all ruffled like he’s been sleeping or thinking a lot and he was drinking coffee while smoking a cigarette.

“Is it really that early that none of the boys are awake?” I say trying to not look at Georges bare chest, and fixing a cup of coffee.

“That early? Emily it’s about 12:30 in the afternoon. Everyone’s gone, I stayed here to check on you because you look very sick and pale.” George says watching me his voice filling with worry for me as his eyes shimmer in the sun streaming in through the curtains.

“Oh, well thank you, where did they go?” I ask George walking slowly still tired and sitting down next to him at the table, memories of last night come flooding in and my head starting to pound in my head.

“They went to go buy some things, talk to Brian and some other things. Is something wrong Emily?” George says probably noticing me throwing my head into my hands, not seeming to excited other than that.

“Yeah, I’m fine just my head.” I say to George trying to talk at a slow steady pace. Before he gets up and leaves me.

Less than a minute later George comes in with a tiny brown bottle, taking apparently two pills out and bringing them too me. I give George a questioning look as to say ‘what-are-you-giving-me’.

“Advil. It stops headaches.” George says simply and I swallow the pill with a sip of coffee.

“Thank you Georgie.” I say giving him a smile as I can feel the pill start to relive my pain almost immediately.

“You’re welcome love. Would you like to come into the band room with me or would you rather me make you something to eat?” George says standing up and washing his cup in the sink. That’s George for you, always caring and respectful of others and trying to make you happy.

“No, I’m fine for now, but we can go into the band room.” I say smiling at him and getting up doing the same and walking to the band room. It wasn’t as hazy as it was the first time I ever went into their, which I didn’t think it would be. The room colors were purple and red, each opposing wall red, purple, red and purple. The purple had an almost silver tint and the red was very shinny and glossy which looked nice with the beads and dark wooden floor. It had the beaded curtain, with like strings of tiny colorful seed beads and then the purple couch where I was a few days to weeks ago with Paul. The floors were a light wooden colour and they had all of their instruments in there including a medium size black piano, 2 left handed bass guitars, 2 acoustic guitars, Ringos drums with countless drum sticks, a regular bass, and 3 electric guitars. There was a white and glass coffee table with another record player on it. Including all kinds of enscents and candles.

“This is so nice, I like this room a lot.” I say to George while opening the beaded curtain, touching the couch and going to look over at the records.

“Thank you, John designed this room. It’s his favorite.” George says chuckling probably thinking about when the boys painted and designed the house.

“Let me take you to my favorite part of the house.” George says with a big smile on his face and his eyes shimmering from the outside light while signaling for me to come with him.

“Where are we going?” I say giggling as George joins arms with me and takes me to a section of the house I’ve never been to and I’ve lived in this house for almost a month.

“It’s a surprise!” He says very excitedly leading me up a pair of swirly stairs into a single door.

“What’s behind the door?” I ask George getting a little excited myself.

“First you have to close your eyes.” George says chuckling behind me and using one hand to cover my eyes and the other to open the door.

“Watch your step.” He says lightly in my ear with his hand still over my eyes, guiding me through the door.

“Now here we are.” George says uncovering my eyes to show a greenroom with the whole roof made out of glass. There were roses, sun flowers, oregano, mint, tomatoes just and whole bunch different kinds of flowers and plants. There was also a bench with near most of the flowers, a fountain. It was a very calming place and you could see most of Liverpool from one of the glass side.

“This is were I come to think and be alone. I really love gardening it makes me feel calm and at peace.” George says gripping my hand tighter and taking in the scene for himself too.

“It’s so beautiful. What do you do when you go out on tours?” I ask him walking over still hand-in-hand with him to a white rose bush with speaks of blue and pink from the bushes and pollination beside of it. Cupping it in my hand I bend down and smell it as George starts to speak.

“I have a special gardening friend. He’s a master at gardening and I only trust him with my plants. No one else really knows about this place.” George says light heartedly, chuckling a bit and squeezing my hand.

“Stop taking me to these amazing places. I’m going to need to take you somewhere special before you show me anywhere else.” I say still breath taken by the sight when suddenly George pulls me closer to him so I’m facing him.

“I’m only taking you these special places because you’re special to me. These are my little pieces of heaven and it makes in even more heavenly having you here with me.” George says smiling at me showing me his crooked but adorable teeth, while pushing a strand of my hair out of my face and behind my ear stepping closer.

George starts to lean in and I can feel my heart start to beat violently in my chest as I whole bunch of thoughts go through my head. He’s about to kiss you. Kiss him back. No you’re with Paul. But Georgie. Why is this so hard. He’s a millisecond away from your lips make up your choice NOW.

I kiss back, I have no clue what took over me but I went with it. I kissed him back for a second not giving a damn what anyone thought but then it hit me again I’m with Paul fucking McCartney stop it you idiot. I pull away breathless, my lips still tingling were his lips have just been and my heart beat still loud in my chest. He looks in my eyes and smiles but his smile soon disappearing after seeing my eyes start to tear up.

“I-I-I’m s-sorr-y-y” I say chocking on my words as tears start to fall out of my eyes staining my cheeks with hot tears. I start to run down the stairs really wanting to get away from George and just fall back asleep and I soon hear him come after me calling my name. As soon as I reach my bedroom I close my door and collapse down on my bed very glad I decided not to make it when I woke up. I lay down on my bed in the fettle position covering up in the blankets sobbing silently into the soft pillow.

Crying really takes a lot out of you and for the matter of the fact that I was sick just makes it worst. I woke back up around 3 something and not hearing any movement in the house I decide to just lay there for a while starring at the ceiling before picking up a book near my bed, never getting out of it and start reading it. I must have drifted back off because I woke back up at almost 5 with Paul coming into my bedroom.

“Hi Paulie.” I say giving him a weak smile moving over so he can sit or lay down beside me on my bed.

“Hi baby. How’re you I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner but believe me I was worried sick about you all day long.” Paul says laying down and pulling me beside him and letting me rest my head on his chest still making me blush at him calling me baby and the fact that he was worried about me for a long time.

“It’s fine. I’m okay, I’m just happy to be here with you.” I say to Paul as he holds me even tighter and I’m glad to feel those familiar sparks and tingles dance on my skin.

“Well your birthday is in about a week.” Paul says laughing and smiling at me kissing me on the head when I look up at him.

“Awh well would you look at the Johnny, our little kids are growing up.” Ringo coos to John as he opens the door smiling at us as his comment makes me blush a little and making me put my face down into Pauls chest.

“Well I’m sorry to break up all of this but we cooked dinner and Georgies in there all alone so we might want to hurry up.” John says laughing and making all of us laugh.

“Okay Okay. I’m getting up.” I say and roll over on Paul lightly and stopping to give him a tiny peak on the lips and basically flipping off of the bed and grabbing my large sweatshirt putting it on and walking out of the room with Paul by my side.

I’m so lucky to have someone like Paul really, he makes me so happy and forget about all of my troubles so quickly. I’m not sure weather or not I should tell Paul yet but maybe it’s better if he doesn’t know it’d probably just make things more complicated.

The smell of spaghetti hits my nose and makes me smile.

“We all made this for you.” Ringo begins to say

“Ye know, you’ve been sick and all.” John follows taking out bread

“And you’ve done tons of stuff for us.” Paul says to me smiling and kissing my cheek softly.

“So the least we could do is make you dinner.” George says taking two bottles of wine and 5 glasses.

“Well thank you guys so much, I’m feeling much better now.” I say laughing releasing how they finish each others sentences and that’s too cute to handle.

“Anytime.” Ringo says and hugs me and then the hugging begins starting with Ringo and ending with George, it was a comforting hug saying everything will be okay and I’m glad nobody thought anything weird of it.

“So what were you sick with anyways?” Ringo said concern filling his deep blue eyes.

“I have no clue, probably just a bug. I had a good doctor taking care of me.” I say smiling at all of the boys as I see a dash of happiness shimmer in Georges eyes and I can’t help but smile even more.

“Well you might or might not know this but I used to get deathly ill when I was a child, I don’t have as much of trouble anymore but I didn’t really want to get that ill ever again I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you.” Ringo says smiling slightly, truth, sadness and regret going through his eyes making me feel sort of bad.

“No No No, it’s fine I’m okay now nothing to worry about Ritchie.” I say smiling at him as his smile grows into a more confident one happy that everything’s okay. That’s how most of dinner went, talking about our day and the boys apparently they went shopping and to a park. After dinner I insisted on doing the dishes and it was nice having time to be by myself and think for myself. I was washing the last dish when I heard the door burst open and even careful steps, I didn’t have to turn around because I could tell who it is by the smell the lingered behind me.

“We’re smoking, the boys want to know if you’re coming.” He said as I turned around to him letting him kiss me on the forehead, my temple, cheek bone, cheek and then right beside of my lips and finally on my lips just a peck and then he did it again, more forceful this time shocking me making him basically hold me up.

“Paulie.” I said giggling and messing with his hair ruffling it and pulling my fingers through it.

“I’ve missed you so much.” Paul says kissing me on the forehead and pulling me close to him almost to where I couldn’t breathe.

“I’ve missed you too.” I say peaking him lightly on the lips. I forced myself out of his grip even though I could’ve stayed in his arms forever.

“Lets go. They’re probably waiting for us.” I say smiling at him and taking his big hand in mine pulling him towards the swingy kitchen door.

I stretch out on the soft white shag carpet in Georges room which is apparently where we have chosen to smoke. The carpet even smells like him I think to myself smelling it a little and sitting up into a crisscross position as John hands me a bowl. I took my turn, my hit. I let out the smoke slowly through my nose and some through my mouth. After smoking a few bowls I felt better, a lot better; I became very giggling and I wanted to feel someone’s lips on mine but I controlled my urge to pull someone by the collar and kiss him repeatedly. I laid my head down knowing that it couldn’t happen at this moment and ended up with my head on Johns thigh.

“I’m sorry.” I said laughing and sitting up, not laughing to be cute or because it was funny it was pretty much the opposite but because I was high.

“It’s fine.” John says laughing at me and putting his hand around my shoulder rocking us back and forth, our eyes growing heavier and even more red minute by minute.

“Hey! I’m gonna go put a record on.” I say jumping up to my feet trying to stable myself but not really working well and go over to the other side of the room, I was too high and dizzy to sort through all of the records so I just decided to play whatever’s already on there. I danced along to the upbeat sounding rock’n’roll. Not really dancing just swaying along laughing and singing along to the words I really didn’t know. Paul stood up first to come dance with me but with John, George and Ringo seconds behind. I shook my hips to the beat of the song and became very happy to just be here with my boys The Beatles not even mattering how I was dancing with or dating.

I remember the end of the night getting water, due to the dancing and smoking give me dry mouth and going back to my room and falling asleep.

A/N; Okay so I know this one is pretty short and I didn't review it AT ALL. Anyways I've become very busy with my freshman year and I still need to start my reading ughhhhhh. I hope you enjoy!