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Taking a Break

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 18:38:01 -0400

We’ve decided to take a little break from writing. Sorry for not telling you guys before! School and exams are pretty crazy right now but we’ll try to write more and put it up as soon as things get organized again. Thank you guys for understanding!

All My Loving - Chapter 91

Sat, 24 Nov 2012 05:26:45 -0500

We tried our best to forget about everything that was happening. It worked for a while but there were sometimes at night when things would just play on my mind. Lying beside George was all very well for now, but what on Earth would I do when he went off on tours around the world with the band and couldn’t take us? Sitting at home waiting to come back seemed like torture. Our conversations that night very rarely changed from the subject of Christmas. Paul was talking about a new model of camera he wanted but there was no doubt that he was in the position to just buy it for himself anyway. I was genuinely stumped when I was asked what I wanted for Christmas. I literally had everything I ever wanted yet I was expected to ask for more.

“I wouldn’t mind learning the bass. I’ve always loved guitar, but I wonder if I’d be any good.” There was a dead silence before anyone spoke again. It wasn’t a familiar sight to see a girl especially as small as me with a heavy bass guitar. “I’ll teach you,” Paul began “who knows you could be better than that Paul in the Beatles.” He chirped before I showered him with compliments about his playing style. He really was a fabulous bass guitarist and I’ve always admired him. “Just as long as you teach me some of his tricks afterwards, he’s quite secretive you know” George giggled softly as his friend blew a raspberry with his arm wrapped around Jackie’s neck. After a few more minutes of chatter, we were almost alarmed at the sound of the house telephone ringing. Paul frowned almost to say ‘who the bloody hell could that be at this time?’ and I couldn’t have agreed more. He answered with an abrupt and slightly put out tone.

“Hello?” the frown continued to paint itself all over his face. I glanced to George a few times and he shrugged his shoulders in puzzlement. As soon as he placed the receiver back on the stand, we immediately demanded to know what was said. “It was just Brian. We’ve been called into the record company office tomorrow to discuss the album we’re gonna do after this one comes out.” Jackie rolled her eyes and sat back against the cushions on the sofa. “I guess we’ll have to entertain ourselves tomorrow then, Jack.” I was looking forward to it if I’m completely honest, it had been too long since the last time we had a girly day all to ourselves. Not since the holiday anyway. George had gotten up to make a warm drink before we decided to turn in for the night. While he had gone, I sat and admired the relationship between Paul and Jackie. I wonder if she ever knew the way he looked at her when she couldn’t see. The way he coiled her hair around his fingers and kissed her shoulders as she rested against his chest. It was just beautiful to see.

A few bursts of laughter and a milky brew later, we finally summoned up enough courage to drag ourselves to bed. Our bedroom doors were positioned almost directly opposite to each other. George had his hand on the door frame behind me as we said goodnight. I was still a little bashful about getting undressed in front of him to he didn’t mind going into the en-suite. He acted as though he didn’t mind but I had hoped it wasn’t bothering him for some reason. It wasn’t that I wasn’t comfortable; it was just a strange situation to find yourself in. Your favourite member of your favourite band being your boyfriend for almost 4 months was difficult to adjust to if you thought about it too much. Nevertheless he returned and set his alarm clock for 5:30 AM sharp to get to London with Paul in time for the meeting. He lightly kissed my nose and lips before turning himself over to catch some sleep. Now all Jackie and I had to do was decide what we would do tomorrow.

Hey guys! So sorry for the long wait to post the new chapter. Things have been so busy since school...

Sun, 11 Nov 2012 23:13:04 -0500

Hey guys!

So sorry for the long wait to post the new chapter. Things have been so busy since school started up, so many projects, so much homework, etc. you get the point. I’ve (this is Jackie speaking) had some hard times in October and this month. We unfortunately had to put one of my dogs to sleep so I’m so sorry for not getting back to writing for so long. Hopefully you guys still enjoy reading our fan fiction! Thank you guys so much for supporting us and reading our work.

Jackie

All My Loving - Chapter 90

Sun, 11 Nov 2012 23:07:56 -0500

The police arrived shortly after with their notepads and pens. They asked both Lynsey and I several questions, only a few we really didn’t know. We told the police about our past relationship with Tim and Thomas, the masochistic twins, and their threat from earlier today. A short portly police man grunted at our responses, while his narrow faced and boney partner jotted down notes.

“I see, ma’am. Well, I suggest staying indoors and don’t answer the door to anyone that you don’t know. If you notice anything else that looks suspicious, give us a buzz. We’ll start to find more clues. Don’t you worry, miss.” The overweight man spoke to me, scratching his thick brown mustache.

I nodded hesitantly, still shocked over the disaster that laid scattered across our once ‘beautiful’ flat. With a shaky breath , I rose from my seat to see the gentlemen out the door, Lynsey following close behind. She met George for a comforting and reassuring hug. He cooed to her, softly whispering and kissing her head. “Everything will be alright, Lyns. I promise.”

My eyes scanned over the floor and spotted the endless shattered glass from lamps and light bulbs, papers strewn across the ground. A hand placed itself on my shoulder, frightening me a tad bit. “Jackie, are you alright?” I heard the soft, worrisome voice of Paul from behind me. I turned around slowly and caved into his chest. His hands rubbed my back as he tried to soothe me, brushing back hair from my face and tucking it behind my ears. “I’m so sorry about this, about the bastards that did this to you two.”

“I want you with me now; don’t leave my side even for a split second. Please promise me that. That’s all I ask.” Paul’s voice echoed around the room, his arms keeping me securely locked to him. My lips pressed gingerly against his before I stared into his eyes. “I promise.”

George and Lynsey appeared hand in hand. “Want to clean this up?”

I nodded and the four of us proceeded to tidy up the extreme mess. Torn papers and ruined books were tossed, broken glass swept up, furniture rearranged, everything slowly was coming back to order. Paul was wiping down the coffee table with paper towels and wood cleaner, clearing away all the dust and little specks of glass. George worked on fixing up the furniture and Lynsey and I gathered up our valuables that remained with little to no damage.

Finally, I decided I better check out my bedroom. I crept in slowly, noticing that there wasn’t much damage at all in here. My dresser had taken a beating, the blankets on my bed ruffled up as well. At least there wasn’t anything extremely valuable damaged. I walked over to my bed, stopping dead in my tracks when I heard a crack.

I looked down towards my feet to see I had stepped on a picture frame. It clearly was knocked off my nightstand, the glass shattered. It was a picture of Paul and me when we went up to the hilly parts of England with George and Lynsey. I frowned, picking the poor thing up and placing it in a bag to bring with me away from this place.

Paul emerged from the living room and gently took me by my hand. “Ready to go, love?” I took one last look around the place and nodded with a sigh. What were we going to do? What if these two boys really wanted to harm us? They clearly displayed that by destroying our poor flat. Lynsey was caring a few things out the door with her as well. I spun on my heel and locked the door, tucking the key into my pocket before the four of us set off for the car.

It wasn’t too terribly long before we were back at the house. The ride back was filled with illogical chatter. George preached to us about the important of his biscuits he had and his love for food (and Lynsey of course). We all teased Paul about his long eye lashes, claiming although they were gorgeous, they were like fans. He poked fun at all of us too, pointing out my knack to nibble on the sides of my mouth when I was bored.

We all were stumped on what we could say about Lynsey. George thought in silence, inspecting her with his gaze, while Paul and I had our brows furrowed. “She’s just too perfect.” George said, flashing Lynsey his toothy grin and placing a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I can’t think of a thing.”

“..But,” George started up again, “But I do love that laugh of yours, Lyns.”

Lynsey’s eyes widened at what he said and she gasped, her cheeks flushing a deep red color. Finally, we arrived at the house and snatched our bags, hurrying inside incase a mob of paparazzi or girls decided to stampede towards us.

I placed my bag down on an end table, slipping out of my jacket. As we all settled in I couldn’t help but feel a set of eyes burning into the back of my head. I turned my face to Lynsey and wondered if she could feel the burning sensation too, wondered if she was thinking what I was.

All My Loving - Chapter 89

Mon, 22 Oct 2012 16:51:47 -0400

George gently placed his hands on my hips and moved me aside so he could answer the door. “Leave it, George!” John cried out down the long corridor but it was only met with a muffled reply. I plunged my knuckles onto my mouth and waited in silence with the others. The front door slammed shut after about 5 minutes of conversation. “It can’t have been those two nutters then” John was right. I was so glad when George returned with nothing but a few cards and things to sign from some fans that climbed the large gate and made it to the door. “Listen you lot, I reckon it’s about time we showed the girls the house, right Paul?” Jackie shot her head around to me straight away. A not so subtle squeal of excitement left her body and she scrambled on top of Paul in an attempt to hug him. George grabbed the keys to his mini and we set off to see our home.

All four of us somehow managed to pile into the tiny car and we set off out of the gates and out of sight from Kenwood. Although I was sat on George’s right, I swear I could have driven the car from the passenger seat. “All your money Mr. Harrison and you settle for a damned mini?” Paul leaned forward behind George. “Money, Mr. McCartney? You and John are the ones with the dosh around here.” Paul scoffed and sat back with Jackie. Soon enough we approached a large bungalow in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. “Ladies and gents, Esher proudly presents your new home!” Paul played the tour guide and led us all up the garden path and into the house. It was certainly beautiful and enough room to fit us all inside comfortably but Jackie and I both wondered, ‘why now?’

We walked around amazed at the house and how it all seemed to be furnished exactly to our tastes. I guess that they had known us long enough to know. It was so deceptive from the outside, a small little bungalow with a cute little garden path but inside it was complete luxury. “If you want we can go and pick up your things from the flat?” George suggested while he inspected some of the ornaments left by the door in boxes. We all agreed and once more headed to the car. It was surprisingly easy to get to London from the house but George was always so certain of where we were going. I’m sure it would be a completely different story entirely if we were left to go alone from the house.

Parked right outside we wondered how on earth we would be able to get all our things back in one hit. “Why don’t I call Neil? I’m sure he can bring the van over? Do you mind if we head up to use the phone?” Paul asked so sweetly but we could hardly say no anyway. It was a wonder I even found the keys as they lay almost forgotten at the bottom of my bag. There was a weird, almost eerie atmosphere in the air as we climbed the stairs and walked the halls. It seemed empty. We chatted on about nothing in particular until our conversation was brought to an abrupt halt. I looked over to our door in disbelief. It had been kicked inwards and with a tremendous amount of force too. I was first in our little line so I was able to see if where we were stepping was safe. Even if it wasn’t I was the first to find out about it. Our belongings were thrown around our small living room; our record player was in pieces. Everything was everywhere.

Paul approached from behind me, gasping at the amount of damage whoever it was had caused. I took large steps over the broken lamps and upturned chairs to see what we could salvage. Luckily our bedrooms had hardly been touched apart from a few open draws and smashed up wardrobes. Thankfully my photographs of George were safe. Our artwork painted all those months ago was safe. Even my camera only endured a few scratches. A silhouette appeared at the doorway but I knew straight away who it was. “Come in, Jack.” As soon as she had walked over to me, she placed her head on my shoulder and cried. I decided to say nothing. What was there to say? We both became sure of one thing straight away. This was Tim and Thomas. I heard Paul speaking in the other room and presumed he was on the telephone, hopefully to the police.

I sat on the end of my bed which was still just about upright. Jackie joined me and we had a proper talk. Not an excitable heart to heart but properly speaking. It had been too long since the last time we sat and worked things out so that we could make this work.

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Thu, 11 Oct 2012 21:56:53 -0400

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All My Loving - Chapter 88

Wed, 10 Oct 2012 22:24:50 -0400

“I was going to say you should come write some songs with John and I. Ringo should come along too.” Paul remarked, taking another sip from his tea with a grin.

“What? You’re just pulling my leg..”

“No, it’s sincere! I’m serious, Georgie. You better come and help us.” Paul said, a smile still beaming across his face. George too cracked a smile, overjoyed with the news. “Finally.” He whispered to Lynsey in her ear, receiving a little giggle from her.

John, who had lost interest in all of us, had disappeared from the room. It looked as if he retreated back to the porch to finish that song. “Looks like John’s ready to go write.” Ringo stated before rising to his feet to follow his fellow band member. George and Lynsey shared a kiss before he too went off with the others. Paul gave me a proud little grin, his pink cheeks puffing upwards as he smiled. “Are you happy?” He cooed, brushing some hair away from my eyes.

I rolled my eyes, pulling him in for a hug before fixing my eyes back on him. “I think you’ve made George and Ringo more happy than anything. Thank you.” Paul leaned down and met me for a brief, but tender kiss before Lynsey cleared her throat. “I’m still here.” She spoke, eyebrows raised as she stared at us. Paul scratched the back of his neck with a light laugh. I pecked him on the lips before I sent him off to be with the other three.

Now it was just the two of us, how it all started. “C’mon,” I started, offering Lynsey my hand, “Let’s go outside for a bit, shall we?” Lynsey nodded and we walked out into the beautiful back yard once more, admiring the vibrant flowers and swooning over the scenery. The flat was nothing compared to this glorious place, overlooking endless fields of green.

“I want to go someplace really special with George.” Lynsey broke the calming silence between the two of us. “You know, it’s just been very hectic and I kind of want to just spend some alone time with him we’re we can enjoy each other’s company.” I looked over to her picking a pink daisy, bringing it to her nose to breathe in its sweet aroma. “I know what you mean. Maybe you should surprise him with something. A weekend getaway if you want something a little longer than just a night out on the town,” I offered, kicking a pebble lying loosely on the earth, “Some place where you haven’t visited before.”

There was another silence between us, but I didn’t mind. Lynsey spoke up again, “That is a nice thought. I feel like George wants to be alone with me sometimes, but we’re always on the move. Maybe I’ll mention it tonight.” She continued and twirled the flower by its stem in her hand.

“Lynsey, Jackie, come quick!” Ringo poked his head from the backdoor, hollering out for us. Lynsey and I exchanged glances before retreating back inside. “What is it?” I questioned and saw George holding the phone with a look of shock. Paul sat uncomfortably and nervously on the couch, John leaning back in the corner. “Those people again.. the ones that threatened you.” Ringo said in a whisper.

Within an instant Lynsey snatched the phone from George, pressing it up to her ear, demanding to know who it was. Lynsey’s face turned to pure horror as the voice spoke to her; I tried to find out who it was, if we knew this person. After a few minutes she hung up abruptly, slamming down the phone still with that shocked look to her. George sat her down and placed his hands on her shoulder. “What happened? What did they say?” Asked a curious, but worried George. Paul pulled me into his lap, arms snaking around my front to hold me close to him.

Lynsey’s eyes fell upon me and she swallowed, blinking a few times before starting up. “It was Tim and Thomas.”

Tim and Thomas? The two twins we once dated long ago who were an extremely violent pair. They had a tendency of short tempers and jealousy always burned ferociously through them. Were they our attackers, the people who had caused us to be in the hospital?

We proceeded to explain who they were, and how apparently one said to Lynsey ‘I think you know who it is.’ Paul’s grip tightened on me and he was frowning with the others. Our thoughts about the two violent twins were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Could it be someone we knew? Or the two boys who we dreaded encountering again?

All My Loving - Chapter 87

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 16:35:15 -0400

George and I sat in anticipation while we waited for Jackie to spit it out. He gripped my hand and bit his lip as if it were his life on the line. “Well we wanted to tell you guys that-”

“Guys come quickly!” Cynthia shouted from the stairs. We all shot up from our places and worried instantly if something was the matter with Julian. John was the first to leap out from his seat on the floor and through to Cynthia. George and I stood at the bottom of the stairs hand in hand and waited to see what was happening before we went up after everyone else. We could hear the sound of a television but I was more shocked that they had one upstairs than anything else. After a short glance at each other we both decided that we should follow the others and follow the voice from the television. Everyone managed to squeeze onto the bed while John stood in the corner.

“A mob of teenage girls have surrounded the apartment buildings a few yards away from the Marylebone train station.” My jaw dropped all the way down to my bare feet. John stood like a statue still in the corner of the room until he rubbed his eyes with his palms and left. George released my hand from his tight grasp and pulled me closer with his arm around my shoulders. “This is our fault. We went there so often without even a slight bit of consideration for anyone else.” Ringo’s blue eyes drooped down along with the corners of his mouth. Jackie took about three steps over to Ringo on her knees and hugged him tightly, reassuring him that they had done nothing wrong. She was right; it wasn’t as if they had drawn excessive amounts of attention to themselves.

We watched the story escalate from a safe distance away from the middle of the city. The girls were practically breaking the doors down in the sheer hope that Jackie and I along with the Beatles would be at home. Of course we knew that their attempts would only earn them a warning from the police but it must have been terrifying for all the other people that lived there. Eventually Maureen plucked up enough courage to turn off the television from the set and snapped us out of it. “The best we can do is phone up the police station and tell the officers that there is no one in that flat, for the sake of the others.” George nodded and left the room, picked up the phone and soon got through to the police telling them everything.

“Yes of course you can we’ll be sure to drop in soon. Thank you Shirley.” It didn’t take much to figure out that the person on the end of the phone was a young woman. From the way George giggled awkwardly and tried to get his words in but never finishing properly. “I say, Shirley? Should I back off? She might get annoyed that I’m stealing her man away.” I teased and winked at him while he stood just outside the doorway. He narrowed his eyes and shook his head the way a child would. Paul looked around for Maureen and turned the television back on. At least now our minds were put at rest and about half an hour afterwards the crowd dispersed with minor damage to the building. “We’ll pay for all that.” Paul bended his knees and circled a spot on the screen where there was a little glass on the floor outside the ground floor window. He made a light hearted joke but this could be serious for all of us.

John came back into the room holding tray of tea and biscuits. “Come on dears get your laughing around these.” He curved his back and bent his knees, entering the room slowly and occasionally let out a heavy breath. Cynthia held her stomach and waited for him to come over to her with the food and drink. “In a crisis there is nothing better than a cup of tea.”

“Here here!” Paul raised his tea cup and even managed to spill a little onto the sheets. We all followed shortly after. John soon piped us from over his tea cup and told us that it was probably best we stayed another night with them. “Oh yeah, Paul what were you sayin’ earlier?” George looked up at his friend who was standing beside him while he remained sat with me.

All My Loving - Chapter 86

Thu, 04 Oct 2012 22:32:00 -0400

I was brought to another room where Paul and John sat with their instruments. It was a bright room, resembling a sun porch if anything. I took a seat on the plush couch, sinking into the cushions and feeling slightly uncomfortable. It felt odd being with these two while they were song writing, with their art in the makings.

The two began to pluck out a few little melodies, adding words along to it. I zoned out, thinking about how George was denied to help write a few songs. It made my heart sink. Certainly Ringo and George should pitch in. ‘I wonder what a song would be like with all four of them helping equally’ I thought while I gazed out the window and towards the immense backyard. Sunlight was pouring into the room, lighting up the two boy’s faces in such a beautiful way. I saw the shaded profile of their face, but you could see the sun peeking right behind their heads.

“How’s this sound, Jack?” John asked as the two of them sung the beginning of the song they were writing. It went along the lines of ‘Ooh I need your love babe, guess you know it’s true. Hope you need my love babe, just like I need you.’

“Aww. That’s sweet. It sounds wonderful so far.”

They both gave me a satisfied grin, happy that they already had a fan of the song. “I’ll be back in a minute.” John stated before gently laying his guitar down and retreated inside. “Nice little tune you’ve got there.” I chirped, grinning over at Paul. He turned to me with a smug look on his face, smiling and holding his head high.

“Yeah, it’s not bad. Come here.” Paul demanded, leaning up against a pillow.

“I think you can really go far with it, the band definitely can..” I blabbed on, my thoughts stuck simply to that work in progress.

“Jackie, I said come here.”

“Really, Paul! When George adds in his guitar and Ringo the drums it’ll be..” I continued, pointing out little possibilities here and there.

“Come here.” Paul demanded again and when I didn’t answer he pulled me over into his arms. He snaked them around my waist, our lips touching ever so softly at first, but then exploded into a compassionate and beautiful kiss.

“What.. what was that for?”

“I was tired of talking.” Paul said softly, planting another light kiss on my lips. “Hey, I’ve got a question.” I piped up right after my brain hatched an idea. “Hm?”

“Why don’t you include George and Ringo when you write? They really have some nice work, Paul, seriously. I think it could make your music even better.” I said, secretly hoping he would agree. “Uh, I dunno Jack–”

“Please just think about it, please. I know it would make them both feel better, please Paul.” I begged while giving him the best sad eyes I could. I know, I know. I was acting like a baby, but hey if it got George and Ringo into writing with Paul and John that would be fine with me. “I’ll talk to John about it, okay?” Paul caved in with a sigh of defeat.

“Thank you, Paul.” I whispered into his ear before leaving a kiss behind it. A grin broke across his face crookedly. “With those eyes of course I’d give in.” Paul said with a sarcastic pout, glancing over at his bass before back at me. “What? Are you thinking about the romantic dinner you’re going to share with that thing?” I teased and gestured towards his Hofner leaning against the couch. “Oh, certainly. A nice walk under the moonlight, day at a carnival, you know the thing. Maybe we’ll even make it back here.”

I blinked a few times and tried to contain my giggles. “Quite the odd one.” I said, patting Paul’s head before John entered the room again. “Alright, birdie, shoo, shoo!” John ordered, waving his hands at me. I slowly got to my feet as if I were an old person, “I-I’m sorry my joints are so old and my back..” I groaned like a grandmother, one hand on the small of my back.

“Go, Grannie!” John barked and rushed me out of the room. I waved to Paul with a little grin and he gave me a sad look, puffing out his lower lip. I then decided to go find Lynsey, George, and Ringo, wondering where in the world they had wandered off to in this maze of a house.

I saw Ringo and Lynsey chatting with each other, laughter bubbling from the room. “Hey, where’s George? I’ve got some great news for you, Ringo, and him!” Both of their faces shot up to mine, eyes lighting up. “What is it?”

“You’ll have to wait and see until we find George.” I tantalized them with an evil laugh before Lynsey took me by the hand and lead me towards George. I wondered how happy Ringo and George would be with the news.

All My Loving - Chapter 85

Thu, 27 Sep 2012 15:44:47 -0400

I still sat by myself at the table with my hand resting on my top lip. Two light knocks sounded from the door and it opened to reveal George. I smiled briefly trying to indicate that I was sorry. I began to talk but he silenced me with a tender kiss on my mouth. I hardly had time to catch my breath before he held me so tightly I couldn’t move. A gazed up at him while a single tear formed in the corner of my eye. “Why are you crying?” he spoke gently and wiped it away with the side of his finger. I lowered my head and shrugged my shoulders, eventually managing some words. “To think I could have lost the most valuable thing I’ve ever had.” He placed his forehead against mine and intertwined our fingers together.

We sat down and discussed the note he had left. I was so stunned that he had actually bought the flat and was thinking about us all living together not far away from John and Ringo. Obviously I thought it was an amazing idea but perhaps didn’t think of the practicalities. Then again, who really thinks of the practicalities when there would be effectively nothing drawing you back to the dingy flat we ‘lived’ in. I called Jackie and Paul in so we could talk them about it. Her initial doubts were put aside by a particularly persuasive Paul. Excitement filled our heads at the prospect of moving in with our Beatles properly but there was the small issue of them never actually being there. Cynthia and Maureen were rarely allowed to tour with the boys and often stayed by themselves.

“You’re right but at least we’d have each other for company!” Jackie playfully punched my arm and giggled slightly. I nodded because she was right, it would be the same as the past three years of our lives. Living each day together was all very normal to us. We’d seen the good and bad things about each other so there was nothing holding us back. “Jackie what are we going to do? We won’t see the lovely Mrs Hemingway anymore!” I faked a hysterical cry and she threw her head into her hands in a very dramatic fashion which met with great laughter from the boys.

John soon joined us in the kitchen and asked where the party was. He pulled up a chair through his legs and sat at the corner of the table while we carried on chatting. “I feel like we’ve done so much rushing around lately. Why don’t we just stop in today and write some songs or something?” John suggested while he thrust a piece of toast into his mouth. An exasperated sigh came from the doorway before we watched Ringo walk away and into another room, almost in a strop. “I guess Ringo will get bored while we write!” John joked but no one laughed.

“Don’t be ‘orrible, John. George can you stay with Ringo while-”

“What? Paul seriously? I write too you know! I even have-”

“Please George?”

George pulled himself up from his place and offered out his hand to me. I took it and we went in search of Ringo. We opened many doors that led to empty rooms and rooms beyond those until we found him sitting by himself on the floor with his legs crossed. We waited at the door for a while, long enough for him to notice we were there. “You can come in you know.” George and I exchanged glances before decided to join him on the beige carpet. George questioned Ringo on why we were sitting on the floor, cross legged and silent. “I read about it in a book, but I’m pretty sure we’re doing it wrong.” Ringo closed his eyes and remained silent for the next five minutes. A restrained giggle came from over my left shoulder where George sat watching his friend attempt meditation.

Sniggers escalated into full blown laughter and Ringo opened one of his eyes to see his friend practically rolling around the floor in laughter. “Well if it’s so easy why don’t you try it?” Ringo threw a book over to George of which he caught first time. The first thing I noticed was the word ‘India’ but I couldn’t quite see the whole title. He expressed as seeing how the two had nothing better to do he would go and read the book straight away. A smug swagger came over him as he left the room with the book tightly in his grasp.

“Good luck to him,” Ringo began “I didn’t even last a chapter.” I smiled and shook my head before Ringo helped me to my feet and back to the front of the house.

All My Loving - Chapter 84

Fri, 21 Sep 2012 15:54:00 -0400

I heard some shouting from a room nearby that woke me up. Groggily I rubbed my eyes, looking over myself to see that I was still in my outfit from yesterday. With a groan I rose to my feet, waiting until the yelling stopped to venture inside. I hesitantly placed my hand on the knob and turned it, poking my head inside to see Lynsey sobbing while holding a letter. “Oh, Lyns! What’s wrong?” I questioned and quickly ran over to her, hugging her tightly.

She whimpered, trying to say a few things in between sobs but she couldn’t. I glanced down at the letter and wondered what it said. Maybe that’s why she was crying? “Lynsey, say something.” I begged with a frown, holding my friend’s shoulders. I handed her a tissue and she blew her nose, one finger slipping up to wipe away her tears. “George and I just had a big fight. I-I think it’s over..” She trailed off.

“What? What’s over?”

“Us. George and me. It’s my entire fault! I-I didn’t mean to, but the words just flew out of my mouth!” She cried, inhaling sharply. I sat her down and listened to her story about what happened. It was obviously a misunderstanding, but from what she said George was very upset by it. I felt so bad for her; I didn’t want her relationship with George to end at all. They were so adorable and happy together, like a perfect match. “I just want to make things right, but I don’t think I can.” Lynsey confessed with an exhausted sigh, brushing back a few strands of hair that fell into her face.

“I’m sorry Lyns. I’m sorry he stormed off on you.”

“No, no. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have even jumped to conclusions.”

I frowned, trying to think of what to do “I can try to talk to him if you’d like?” I offered and wondered if George would let anyone see him right now. “I don’t want to put you through that..”

“No. I want to. I’ll try to explain to him how sorry you are, or at least convince him to talk to you.”

After a few moments I retreated to the upstairs, weaving through a hallway, passing endless doors. “Hey, Jackie!” A voice called from a bedroom. I reversed and looked into the room to see Paul tuning his bass. “Hey, sorry I can’t talk right now I—”

Paul hopped up from the bed and scooped me in his arms. “I just want to spend some time with you. Is that so bad?” I sighed, resting my head against his chest before meeting his gaze. “No, Paul you’re sweet. I want to also, but I’ve really got to go somewhere.”

“Where to?”

“Lynsey and George got in a little fight and I’m going to try and convince George to talk to her.” Paul frowned, pouting almost. “I heard that from downstairs. Is everything okay?”

“No, not really. That’s why I really need to go talk to George right now.”

“I’m sure that could wait.” Paul said, bringing his lips to my neck to kiss it multiple times. He moved up to my jaw line, leaving little nips here and there. God, did that feel good. “No, Paul. No. I need to go now. I’ll be back after.” I stated, laying down the law before I untangled myself from him and bolted from the room before anything else could happen.

I looked around in some rooms, knocking on a few doors before I finally found George’s. I heard a grumble and annoyed, “Come in.”

I stood in the doorway to see George sitting on a bed and just staring at the wall. He had a pad of paper right by him with his guitar. “Oh, just save it. I know you’re here to preach.” I narrowed my eyes at him, leaning up against the doorframe. “That doesn’t sound like George at all.”

I could see the amount of hurt and pain in his eyes, a tear even was slipping down his cheek. He put his face in his hands with an annoyed groan. “I just don’t want to lose her.” He whispered into his palms before running his hands through his hair stressfully. “Look, that’s what I’m here to say. You don’t know how sorry Lynsey is. She cried her eyes out to me over that damned fight and was gripping that letter like her life depended on it. I can’t stand to see either of you like this.”

“She thought I went off and cheated on her! I’m in love with her, why in the world would I do a thing like that?!” George shouted. “She probably thought that because of the way she’s been treated by people before. They’ve always been letting her down and you and I are the only people who hopefully haven’t yet. And I know that if you stay away she’ll be the saddest person in existence, she’ll isolate herself. Lynsey is in love with you too. That’s why she was afraid. I know it wasn’t right for her to just snap at you like this, but please George, please try to find a space in your heart to forgive her.”

It was quiet for a few moments. “I don’t want to lose her.” George repeated again, shaking his head. “And you won’t if you two can just work it out. That letter, whatever was written on it, made her melt to pieces. It seems like it really meant something to her.” I said, sliding down to sit on the ground. “I’m sorry for yelling at you.” George remarked and fixed his gaze on me. I met it and said, “It’s fine, really. I just hope things turn out well for you two.”

“Me too.”

“So will you?”

“Yeah. Lemme just get my thoughts together.”

“Thank you.”

I left the room without another word and walked back to the room where Paul was. I really hoped with all of my heart that things turned out better for Lynsey and George.

All My Loving - Chapter 83

Wed, 19 Sep 2012 16:22:15 -0400

He turned as white as a sheet. A colour I wasn’t even sure existed up until now. He didn’t speak for a few moments despite us coxing him onwards. His head burrowed into Jackie’s shoulder and we all became progressively more and more concerned about him. Eventually we managed to lead him over to a seat and he spoke to us. He made no efforts in hiding the fact he had been crying which tore my heart apart. Through his sniffles and tears he managed to tell us that he had innocently taken a phone call while we were outside. “This bloke asked specifically for me right?” we nodded to show we were following him. He continued “and then he says something about how he’s going to get to us by getting to you.” He looked up and over to Jackie and I. The mood instantly dropped and Paul left the room quickly after he had told us.

John became immediately on edge and paced around his house wondering what we should do for the best. George took hold of my hand and whispered that nothing bad would happen as long as he was around. It made me feel better but I wondered if this person was somehow linked to what happened to Jackie and I that landed us in hospital beds. It seemed this was more than initially appeared. The room was emptied until there was just Jackie and I left. “Lyns, we are we gonna do now?” she asked before throwing her head into her palms. I told her the truth. No matter how much supervision we get ultimately we have to look after ourselves. She nodded but understandably her worried expression still painted across her face.

It only seemed like a split second but as soon as I blinked it felt like I was waking up. It was bright outside and the birds sang. Jackie was still spark out but I was eager to find the others. A mirror above the fireplace seemed to work well as I took down my hair and walked around still in my clothes from last night. I walked past a doorway but I heard the distinct voices of George and Ringo. I smiled and I was just about to push the door open. For some reason I decided to hang back until they finished talking.

“I just don’t know how to tell her. I don’t want to upset her.”

“I know but you need to think about yourself as well. You’re doing what’s best for both of you.”

“I guess so. She has been everything to me. I just hate this.”

“Just tell her. You might find it’s a mutual thing.”

My heart sank down into the pit of my stomach. Tears formed in my eyes but refused to fall as my anger started to kick in. ‘He’s played me for the fool for this whole time?’ thoughts swam around my skull as I prepared myself for the break up speech. I gripped the door knob tightly aware of the fact I could end up ripping it off. I entered swiftly and the two men turned towards me without hesitation. George bit his lip and looked at me from across the room. I stormed over to him and a small gap appeared in his lips.

“I don’t actually want to know. I fell in love with you and all this time you were just fooling around? Another girl you could just get because you were so big and famous. You could get anyone you wanted and you chose me? I knew it was too damn good to be true.” I spat my words with rage and my arms seemed to flail everywhere around me. Ringo fled the room and shut the door delicately behind him. George raised his voice and seemed to stand taller above me.

“What?! Do you really think I’m like that?”

“I heard you talking! I was stood just outside the door. Does everyone know about your plan to break up with me? Tell me! Am I the last to know?”

“No! You’ve got it all wrong! I’m just going to leave you alone because something has clearly ruffled a few of your feathers. Just read that and it’ll explain everything. I’m going upstairs.” George swatted me away but this time it wasn’t playful. For the first time he wanted to get away from me. He slammed the door carelessly behind him and I was left alone with nothing but a small note on the table. Now the tears came. Endless tears dotted themselves on the paper as I unfolded it.

Lynsey,

I’m starting to get really quite worried about you and Jackie. Living in the centre of London is just too dangerous for you both at the moment .Paul and I spoke to your landlord and we purchased the flat you’ve been paying rent on. Now it’s yours.

But we also talked about moving you two away from the danger. We might not be able to stop these nutters but we can at least get away from them. We’ve also started to rent a small house out in Esher for the four of us to stay together in. That way no one is at risk of being alone. Because we bought the flat it means that you can return there anytime you or Jackie feels like it. Moving you away from your friends from college will be difficult. You and Jackie keep in regular contact with them and we wouldn’t want you to stop seeing them but we just feel better in the knowledge that you’ll be with us. I don’t want you to be upset but it’s for the best.

We really do love you girls so much

George and Paul

xxxxxx

All My Loving - Chapter 82

Mon, 17 Sep 2012 20:28:40 -0400

Paul hiccupped rather loudly after he finished the last dribble of wine in his cup. “Sounds like somebody’s had enough.” George said from his seat, arm draped over Lynsey’s shoulder as they leaned into the couch.

“Ey, I’ll decide when I’ve had a..” Hiccup. “Had enough.” I rolled my eyes and gently pulled Paul back onto the couch facing opposite of the other where George and Lynsey were seated. He fell into my lap with a mumble, gripping onto the cup. I pried it from his hands and placed it delicately on the table. “Talk about a stomach full of wine.” I stated and squirmed into a position so his head was resting on my abdomen, which was acting as a pillow.

He kissed my stomach, maybe pressing a little too hard down on me and my poor bladder. Paul fixed his long lashed puppy dog eyes up on mine, batting his glazed eyes a few times. “Hi there.” He whispered innocently and reached up to kiss me. I kissed him back quickly before placing his head back down. “Aw, is Paulie getting tucked in for his nap?” John snickered as he passed by, carrying a guitar with him towards a room down the hall.

We all laughed, apart from a dazed Paul who had no idea what was really going on. Soon enough he was out like a light, chest rising and falling gently. “The garden out back, well from what little I saw of it, looked gorgeous.” Lynsey chirped, snuggled up into George’s chest. “Why don’t we take a walk out there?” George suggested. “Jack, come along with us.” He added in and I gave him a nod, smiling softly.

I gently lifted Paul’s head from my abdomen and slipped out from underneath him. I replaced myself with a fluffy pillow and left him in his drunken state of sleep. I had no idea where Ringo, Maureen, John, and Cynthia had wandered off to. I supposed Cynthia had retired for the night – she was awfully tired and worn out from this week.

The three of us walked out the back door and to the immense green backyard that greeted us abroad. The lush green grass was beautiful along with the vibrant flowers that bloomed around the yard. “It’s beautiful!” Lynsey exclaimed, walking down to observe it. George’s arms snaked around her waist, pulling her near. He left a kiss behind her ear before revealing something from behind his back.

It was a beautiful yellow black eyed susan sitting in the palm of his hand. He tucked the stem of it behind Lynsey’s ear, thumb grazing over her porcelain skin. “There. Perfect.” I caught George whisper to her softly. I leaned down to take a whiff of the beautiful lilac aroma filling the air. Bees buzzed happily, entering inside of various flowers to collect pollen.

I wandered off farther, leaving George and Lynsey by themselves for a little while. I couldn’t help but let curiosity get the better of me as I ventured farther back. I wondered how far it went. There seemed to be an endless abundance of flowers planted, beautifully lining the yard. It was stunning, something out of this world. I plucked a pink daisy and brought it up to my nose, inhaling the sweet aroma.

I wondered if I would ever move in with Paul in the future. Lynsey mentioned how George invited her to when he bought a house, but she seemed almost hesitant of it. I think I would be the same way if I were in her shoes. Living with our Beatle already? Even though we were head over heels in love with each other, wouldn’t our relationship still be younger? Oh who knew? It wasn’t something to think about right now anyways, such a subject was touchy and uncomfortable at the moment. My constant thoughts were broken as Lynsey called out my name. “Jackie!”

I swung my head over to the source and saw Lynsey with her hands placed on either side of her mouth. “Jackie, come here!” Quickly I popped up and walked over to her. “What is it?” I asked, wondering what all the commotion was about. “John says he’s got a little tune to show us on the guitar with the others. C’mon inside.” Lynsey led George and I back to the door and we came in.

We were met with a very panicky Paul who raced over to us. His arms locked around my body and squeezed the living daylights out of me. “Whoa, whoa. What’s the matter, Paul?” I questioned, brushing back hair from his eyes. Lynsey and George appeared just as puzzled as I was. What was wrong with Paul?

All My Loving - Chapter 81

Sat, 15 Sep 2012 15:54:24 -0400

John and Cynthia hadn’t long moved in but they had already got everything exactly where they wanted it in their house. They made it a beautiful home inside but the outside was the most striking part. Grass surrounded the house that was secured with a large gate. Flowers seemed to dance around in the breeze and although it was early evening and approaching darkness the sheer beauty of the place still caught the attention of everyone in the car. Cynthia couldn’t wait to bundle Julian up in her arms and take him off to bed. She found it difficult to be away from Julian for a long period of time but for John, he was more or less used to it. It was the sad reality of the time.

I swivelled myself on the seat, conscious of the fact I was wearing a skirt, and placed both of my feet down on the gravel before George flew around to the side of the car to assist me. I nodded in thanks and he bowed before me. I slammed the car door shut without meaning to be so forceful before we entered through the front door.

It was simply amazing. Cynthia kicked off her shoes and rearranged tiny little things in the house, occasionally muttering under her breath about how ‘messy’ it was despite the fact it was flawless. I felt embarrassed that they had even trodden the floors in our flat let alone stayed there. John literally dance down the hall way and placed his jacket in the cupboard before he lead us all into their living area. George and Paul just made themselves at home and put their things in any old place where as Jackie and I were more awkward about where and where not to sit and such.

Cynthia lightly kicked the door open and held a small plate filled with sandwiches. “Right you lot tuck in! Just something light in case you weren’t too hungry. I’d better check on Julian but I’ll be right back!” her words carried along by her side as she left the room eager to get to him. I had never seen such a loving and devoted mother as she was to him. John threw some of the toys Julian had left out over to the other side of the room. Paul shot him a horrified look and picked up the toys and placed them in the corner, even rearranging them into a little huddle there. “I don’t know why you care so much they’re just toys, Paul.”

“Yeah but they’re his! You can’t go throwing his stuff around. Imagine if I did that to your guitar?”

“It’d probably make it sound better.” George retorted and laughter soon filled the room. We were all talking about how we couldn’t believe it was August already. We had met the boys in mid July and so much had happened since that we completely lost track of how much time had passed since then. “Best month of my life” Paul pushed his noise against the side of Jackie’s head and spoke gently into her ear causing her to giggle slightly. George simply squeezed my hand scrunched up his nose. I got the feeling he was tired and not up for much talking.

Cynthia gently slid herself around the door with a tiny Julian resting on her shoulder. She carried him over to John and he took him from her. “How is Daddy’s little boy eh?” John cooed and wiggled Julian’s tiny hand around with his finger and thumb. Paul left his seat and stood over to where Julian and John were. I had never seen Paul like this. He asked John if he could hold him and I think John was secretly relieved he could let someone else hold him a while so he could be alone with Cyn a while. Paul bounced Julian around in his arms and encouraged the tiny boy to let out a small giggle.

After Paul had spent what seemed like forever playing with Julian and carrying him around the room he was passed around to all of us. Paul passed him to George and he held him so delicately in his arms. “I’m scared I’ll break him.” I peered over George’s shoulder and gently moved some of the blanket away from his face. It really was like looking at a miniature John. Out of all of us George was the one who really surprised me when Julian was around. “It’s uncle Georgie! Hello little man!” Julian blinked up at the both of us and melted my heart. George hardly wanted to let him go before he handed him over to Maureen and Ringo. Mo was so excited about the arrival of their baby and you could see it in their faces.

Ringo made the most hilarious noises and faces and Maureen howled with laughter. “What?” he questioned and smiled towards little Julian. “Daddy Ringo.” She said quietly and rested her head on his shoulder. Cynthia soon returned with John and whisked Julian away to bed. After the pair had left we all spoke about how gorgeous he really was. The house seemed never ending and we didn’t see Cynthia for at least another house after she had put him to sleep. John got up from his seat and went to fetch some wine from the kitchen which is was definitely looking forward to. Tipsy Paul was the funniest thing I had ever paid witness to.

“So what exactly happened in that tunnel of love earlier on, Lyns?” Jackie sat herself upright and rested her chin on her knuckles. Paul placed the pads of his fingers together and raised his eyebrows. We both snapped our heads towards one another. Nothing spectacular happened but it was a nice chance to have a little kiss and cuddle without people staring and that’s exactly what I said. George pulled me close and he placed his arm around my shoulder. “M’kay. Well we shall talk about this later Georgie.” Paul still kept his fingers firmly together but cracked a smile in the end. The first glass of wine was poured and the good times soon began to roll.

All My Loving - Chapter 80

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 17:31:53 -0400

I thought for a few moments. Where would we go? Anywhere we would go there would surely be a mob of girls around or the press. Luckily we weren’t being overwhelmed here. “The next television appearance is tomorrow so we’ve got plenty of time.” John stated, staring up at the ceiling before back at us.

“Any of you fancy a walk?” Ringo asked from his seat with Maureen right by his side. Paul stood up and snatched his coat, stretching with a yawn before adding in, “Why not?”

“Walk in the park?” John said in a high pitched voice and batted his eyes. “Better than staying around here.” Ringo snapped and offered his hand to Maureen. Paul’s arm snaked its way around my waist as we weaved through hallways. We finally located the exit and took off.

“Brian heard from the grapevine that there will be a party after filming tomorrow.” George chirped as we walked past a pub on our right. “Oh really? I’ll try not to get too smashed.” John remarked and swung his arm with Cyn’s. “Knowing you, you always will.” Said George from ahead, holding Lynsey’s hand tenderly in his.

“We’ll be taking you girls, if you like.” Paul stated with a happy little grin. “Oh, er. About that. My mum called and wanted to have dinner a few days ago. I might have to skip.” I confessed, remembering my mother’s persistence on meeting Paul. John gasped jokingly, breathing in sharply. “Well if you’ve got better things to do..!”

“Oh, come off it. I’ll see if I can reschedule things. Don’t get your panties in a bunch.” John huffed and swatted me playfully. We strolled happily down the sidewalk, mostly a few feet away from each other in couples. George was telling Lynsey something, leaning down to whisper in her ear, and from what it looked like it must have been funny. She was giggling uncontrollably, tugging his arm lightly, and covering her mouth as a tear slipped down her face.

George lifted his index finger and wiped away the tear with a broad grin. I couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but I bet it was hilarious. I’d have to ask Lynsey about it later. “What’re you thinkin’ about?” Paul’s voice snapped me away from my thoughts. I turned to look at him with a soft smile. “Nothing in particular. Just random things.” I shrugged, brushing back my hair. “Well they must be something interesting. I’ve been trying to catch your attention and you haven’t noticed.” Paul said teasingly, nudging me in the arm.

“Oh! You have? I’m sorry! I’m just thinking about the dinner with my mother mostly.” I said, biting my lip. ‘I didn’t mean to ignore him!’ I thought. “No, no, no. It’s fine, love. Really!” Paul chuckled and tugged me closer to him to kiss my head. “I hope your parents like me.”

“Paul, you don’t need to worry. They’ll fall in love with you.” I laughed, reaching up to kiss him quickly. “What was that other thing you were thinkin’ about?” I blinked a few times, puzzled by his question. ‘Why was Paul so suddenly interested in my thoughts?’ I swatted the thought away. “About us.” I confessed with a shy smile.

“What about—”

“CARNIVAL!” I heard John shout. We all turned our heads to see bright colors flashing in the sky from a Ferris Wheel, a rollercoaster swinging around past it, cheery music booming from the place. Without any hesitation John ran across the street, dragging Cyn with him. The only thing we could do was follow him towards the entrance. “Eight tickets please.” John quickly said, stuffing his hand in his pocket for his wallet.

“Here, let me get it.” Lynsey offered, sliding the money through a little opening. None of us had a clue why John suddenly had a burst of childhood happiness shoot through him, but we were all up for the idea of going to have a little fun. We just wished we wouldn’t be noticed. As if that would happen.

“Jack, let’s go on the rollercoaster.” Paul exclaimed with a grin, taking me towards the gigantic thing. I really was a thrill seeker. I loved rollercoasters, especially ones with humungous drops. I saw Lynsey being taken towards the ‘Tunnel of Love’ which made me laugh to myself. ‘Another thing I need to ask her about’ I thought, adding it to a mental list. “This thing is huge!” I squealed while we were lead to the first seat in the car. I wiggled in my seat, clicking on the seatbelt. “You ready?” Paul grinned at me, wiggling in his seat as well.

The coaster clicked its way from the station and was surged up a hill, sometimes with abrupt stops that jerked us forward, but then finally it reached the pinnacle. “PUT YOUR HANDS UP, PAUL!” I yelled before we plummeted downwards within an instant. “WOOO!” Paul shouted, tossing his hands in the air as we soared over more hills.

At some points I was literally out of my seat, butterflies in my stomach as we did so. Unfortunately the ride came to a stop all too soon and we were back at the station, unloading and walking out the exit. “That was awesome!” I said, laughing with Paul. He took my hand again and we headed towards our next ride.

We ended up meeting Ringo and Maureen at a gondola ride that showed us the park. It seemed like this carnival would be here for quite some time. I felt bad for Maureen since she couldn’t go on many rides due to her pregnancy, but at least Ringo was there to comfort her. I frowned at the thought of John racing towards the place without taking her thought into account. “Let’s go on the Ferris Wheel.” I chirped, lacing my fingers with Paul’s. We took a seat on opposite sides of each other. I stared out above the endless rooftops and buildings, looking out in the distance to see some buildings touching the skyline. When I turned my gaze back to Paul his eyes were fixed on me. “What?” I laughed, self-consciously wondering if I had something on my face. “Nothing. I’m just looking at you. You’re beautiful.”

My cheeks burned again, I was blushing again, I presumed unless I had somehow been burnt to a crisp within a few seconds of him saying that. “Well, have you looked in the mirror lately? You’re gorgeous yourself, Paul. Literally, you’re probably the most attractive man I’ve ever met. No joke.”

Paul scooted over to me, wrapping his arm over my shoulders and he pulled me towards him so I was snuggling against him. “Well, thank you.” He breathed out with a soft laugh before we kissed again. The ride ended a few minutes later and Paul and I filed out. We hit a few more rides, crossing paths with George and Lynsey occasionally. Paul and I walked around a corner and saw dozens of games. “I’ve never won any prize but a pin.” I said, shaking my head at my terrible aim.

“I bet I could win you that.” Paul stated and pointed to a blue teddy bear sitting on a shelf in the back with other prizes. “You’re on. And, if you don’t.. you have to dress up as a princess.”

“Deal.”

The game was simple. It was tossing a ball at milk bottles, probably a challenge lever closer to that of a five year old. “Oh, c’mon.” I whined, “This easy game?” Paul turned his head back at me and said with a devious grin, “Well, do you see anything harder?” There really was nothing more challenging so he continued on to the stand. At the first shot two bottles fell down, at the second all of them. If he could shoot them all down two more times he’d win the game.

Of course my luck ran out and Paul knocked over all of the bottles twice. The man handed Paul the blue teddy bear after he had selected which one he wanted. “Ha. I won, fair and square.” I scrunched my nose up at him. “Fine. What do I have to do?” Oh Lord I hope it wasn’t something too embarrassing.

“Still thinking on that. Maybe Lynsey can help me.” Paul said with an evil laugh. We decided to head back to meet the others since it had gotten darker. We found the others watching a standup comedian on stage and we caught their attention. “Ready to leave?” George asked us all. There was a chorus of agreement. All of us were pretty beat, especially Maureen. John looked content with the cotton candy he’d bought for himself, picking off pieces of the blue fluffy candy. It looked like Lynsey and George had won a game as well for Lynsey was holding a stuffed fluffy white dog.

“Ey, want to head back to my place?” John piped up. There were no protests and we all agreed again, calling for a cab before driving to John and Cynthia’s house in Weybridge.

All My Loving - Chapter 79

Tue, 11 Sep 2012 16:30:15 -0400

We were stood outside the studios for a while until once again Brian had to verify who we were despite the fact there was a headline about us on the front of the newspaper they were reading. Our seats were on the front row so we could see exactly what was on the stage and they could see us too. It was amazing to see how different people could be as soon as the television cameras were on them. Jackie and I knew this business was cut-throat but this amount of deceit towards people who considered themselves as friends.

Soon enough both ourselves and the audience went absolutely crazy when our Beatles walked on waving a staring down the various lenses placed around them. I felt awful for George. He was quite a reserved person really and didn’t like having so much attention placed on him. His head was constantly snapping over his shoulder while a relaxed Paul took control and answered most of the questions they were asked. Of course there was the odd comment from John that prompted laughter from us. Ringo was the first to spot us over in the audience and waved discretely over to us. Cynthia tilted her head forwards and made him aware that we noticed. The rest soon followed and sent little winks over in our direction. Before we knew it the show was over and the bell on the studio floor rang out to signify that we weren’t recording.

Men ushered us backstage to save us from being mobbed by the vast amount of fans that took up the majority of the audience. The performance they gave of ‘A Hard Day’s Night’ was nothing short of perfect despite the ear piercing screeches in front of them. I flew into George’s open arms and held him tightly telling him how proud I was of him. He closed his eyes and pulled me into his chest before he told me he’d missed me. I didn’t reply but I smiled and buried my face into his jacket. Mal Evans scuttled along behind us grabbing all the instrument cases and hopping outside to a van somewhere. It was only about 3 in the afternoon but it seemed like we were at the studio for years. It’s so different from the way it comes across on TV. So many takes of the same questions but the most retakes were down to John and if he swore or not.

“I fancy a chip butty. Does anyone else?” Ringo patted his stomach lightly and pouted. A roar of agreement sounded from us all and we headed down the canteen in the studios. Bless the woman serving the food she looked so star struck when they just rocked up to the counter asking her to make them a sandwich filled with chips. Of course she agreed, who couldn’t resist the request of a Beatle? We grabbed a table in the busy food hall buzzing with the sound of runners and producers on their breaks. I was glad the people here were used to famous company so there weren’t really any prying eyes. Ringo happily munched on his sandwich, clearly relieved that his hunger would dictate over him any longer. “When I’m hungry my mood goes all over the shop.” Internally I wanted to scream out and strike up a whole conversation about how I am exactly the same. But I was still in that position where I was still a little self conscious and decided to nod and agree. It was the safer option.

I could eat for England but the last thing I wanted them to think was that I was a pig. I decided instead to just have a salad even though I detested the thought of flavourless food. Luckily George knew me well enough by now to know that I wasn’t a salad-and-a-glass-of-water kind of girl. He offered me some of his chicken and probably accepted a little too quickly. He laughed a little under his breath while I dug into the pile of golden chips on his plate. “Pass the rabbit food to John.” Paul grabbed my plate of salad and placed it directly in front of him. John looked at Paul with absolute disgust and pushed the plate away in front of him. “No way! What are you saying? You saying I need to lose weight? Is that it?” John took some lettuce and threw it directly at Paul’s face. Jackie could see the beginnings of a food fight forming and decided to put a stop to it before it escalated. “Hey you two! How about we finish up our food and get out of here?”

“Where?” Paul thrust his fork full of spaghetti into his mouth. I shrugged my shoulders and looked the others for inspiration. Hopefully someone had some ideas about what we could do for the rest of the day but for now it was great to sit and catch up with everyone.

All My Loving - Chapter 78

Sun, 09 Sep 2012 21:45:58 -0400

I melted while talking about the date with Lynsey. I slipped my feet out of my heels and flopped down onto the couch. “First he told me to meet him by Tiffany’s Diner. I thought we were probably going out for lunch. But then a horse and carriage arrived and we went around London.” I began and received an excited smile from Lynsey.

“And?” She coaxed me on and motion with her hand. I explained how we stopped and walked around the city afterwards and how he took me to see a film which was a comedy. Afterwards we had just enjoyed the sights and sounds of the city, holding each other’s hands and sometimes just remaining silent. It was nice really. I was glad it wasn’t anything extravagant because truly I felt pampered when the boys did something like that. I didn’t want to have that feeling all the time. Obviously it’s a nice treat once in a blue moon, but a walk around London and a movie is a fine date for me.

“He said he missed me so much.” I said softly, resting my head in my hand. Lynsey wiggled her eyebrows at me. “Ooh.” I rolled my eyes with a soft laugh. “I miss him to pieces too. Tomorrow they’re off for the TV shows to appear in. I suppose we could surprise them in Weybridge. All four are going to be there with Cyn and Mo at John’s place.”

Lynsey thought it over for a few moments and gave me a happy nod. “Sure, sounds great. Don’t breathe a word about it to them, at least not the boys. I’ll give Cyn a call before I go to bed.” I smiled and decided to go change into my pajamas a little early. It was only about six o’ clock, but I was pretty exhausted. I slinked out of my room to find Lynsey cooking dinner in the kitchen.

I accompanied her as she cooked us steak, tearing apart lettuce for our salad. “George mentioned that I should live with him..” I heard Lynsey say, looking down at the pan in which she cooked the meat. “What? When?” I squeaked and began to chop up celery. “He was looking at houses in Esher, but he said if anything he’d buy one next year.”

It was silent for a few moments before I spoke. “Oh. Well that’s fantastic. I’m happy for you.” I retorted, worried if I would see her as much as I do now if she moved out next year. Of course I would see her, wouldn’t I? I couldn’t bare living in this apartment alone. I would have to buy a dog or at least a cat if she left. Why am I thinking about this? She’s my best friend. I will always be this close with Lynsey.

“I’m just shocked about it. Usually couples don’t live together within a year of knowing each other, right?” I shrugged and mixed the salad, throwing in a few tomatoes and red onions as well. “It depends on how close you are I suppose.” Lynsey nodded and snatched two plates for us and set the table. “Well, we don’t have to think about that right now.” She said softly and poured us both a drink.

The two of us chatted over dinner like usual, recalling hilarious times with The Beatles. I did miss Ringo and John dearly too. I hadn’t seen them in what seemed like days. “It’ll be good to have the gang back together again.” Lynsey stated before taking a bite of her steak. “Yeah, it will.”

After dinner we washed the dishes and cleaned up the living room a tad before settling down on the couch to watch TV. “I better call Cyn before she turns in.” Lynsey said and jumped up to her feet to ring Cyn. I manually shut of the television and entered my room, leaving the door open to let Lynsey know I wasn’t going to bed just yet. I laid in my bed and just stared at the endless posters of The Beatles in my room. There were several pictures of Paul right by my bed that made me grin from ear to ear. I sat up and walked to my desk where I pulled out the pictures from the countryside I had taken.

I flipped through them again with giggles at the funny ones Paul had snapped of us. I stared at one in particular of a sweet picture of the two of us. I was in mid laugh while Paul was kissing my cheek with a grin. I jumped nearly ten feet in the air when Lynsey said my name from behind me. “Yeah?”

“Cyn thinks it’s a sweet idea. We should be out of here by eleven though.” Lynsey informed me. “Alright. I’ll set my alarm. I’ll see you in the morning then.” She smiled at me and we both said our goodnights. I set my alarm for nine thirty and flopped down onto my bed, kissing the photo of Paul in my hands. I placed it gently on my nightshade and propped it up against my lamp before switching off the light.

The next morning I awoke with a start at the annoying buzz from my alarm. I smacked the terrible thing and dragged myself over to my dresser to pick out an outfit. After slapping myself to wake up I slipped into my clothes and began to apply my makeup.

Finally when I was done I emerged from my bedroom to find Lynsey exiting at the same time as myself. “Good timing.” I mentioned with a soft smile, slipping into the kitchen for a bowl of cereal with Lynsey before we left. I glanced at the clock and nearly choked. “It’s ten fifty. We better get going.” The two of us slung the straps of our purses over our shoulders. I took one last look at our flat before locking the door and racing downstairs past Mrs. ‘Bag’ Hemingway’s door to meet our cab.

All My Loving - Chapter 77

Sun, 09 Sep 2012 15:00:30 -0400

I awoke to the sound of the telephone ringing incessantly before I answered with sleepiness that would be detected in my voice. “Hello?” my voice cracked as I rubbed my left eye with my available hand. Jackie sounded a little too awake on the other end for my liking. She explained about the wonderful time she was having with Paul and asked if I had noticed the note she left. I had no idea about a note but it didn’t matter. She didn’t stop on long, just making sure I was alright and that I’d eaten. After she’d gone I spent most of the time gazing out of the window. Our flat was fortunate enough to be at the front of the house so we could see exactly what was happening. I could now see why Mrs Hemingway was our neighbour; this type of spot was perfect for a nosey, gossiping old bag like her.

The attention Knuckles had drawn to our building didn’t go unnoticed and at certain times of the day fans would gather hoping either George or Paul were here or journalist practically scratching at the walls for a word for their readers. I didn’t feel trapped here or anything, it was just annoying more than intimidating. I remember Cynthia telling me she had similar experiences when she and John lived in a flat across the city. The best thing to do was to ignore them and let Knuckles deal with them. The best thing was that I never felt isolated, I always had Jackie. After I had gotten bored with staring at city life I decided it was the time to put on some clothes. We were running low on milk so this was now or never. The corner shop was only a few steps down the path. It wasn’t the worst ‘mobbing’ I had ever experienced but there were a few people shouting rather loudly.

I practically flew down the street and dashed in and out of the shop before I went back. What could the journo’s possibly write of interest? ‘Beatle girl buys a pint of semi skimmed’? I think not. There was also the downside of people crawling from the woodwork and pretending like we were ever friends. The phone rang a few times for Jackie about an old friend she had. As soon as they revealed who they were I knew that the fact they were ‘friends’ was false just to put it lightly. This person in particular was someone we both spectacularly despised at college who coincidently was so full of themselves yet they didn’t pass one single exam. I did chuckle as I pretended to just be a representative for us. As if we would have a representative but I panicked. That was without a doubt the highlight of my day.

Throughout the day I became tired of the phone ringing and even considered disconnecting it. I answered this call in rather a put out tone. “Yes? Hello?” I spoke quickly twirling the cord through my fingers. “Well hello to you too, Mrs. Grumpy.”

“Oh, George! How are you? I’m sorry I’ve just been going insane being here on my own with nothing but phone.” I worried stupidly about snapping at the wrong people and if they’d take it too much to heart but I had no reason to worry. He joked about Paul and Jackie going ‘off on a jolly’ as he put it. I told him what he had planned for her as she told me earlier. He laughed to himself before muttering something under his breath that I couldn’t quite here.

“I’ve been looking through the papers recently and there are some lovely houses over in Esher. Another year and I could potentially buy one!” he seemed surprise at the sheer extent the money he earned daily could be stretched to. “Maybe you and me could live there.” I remained silent for a few minutes. Totally shocked by what he said I decided to change the subject quickly. He just took me by surprise that’s all. It’s not like I wouldn’t have wanted to. And after all, a lot can change in the space of a year or that’s what I thought to myself. After about 2 hours of constant chatting and laughing we both had to be on our way. “Hopefully we can see each other over the weekend I miss you like hell.” I scrunched my eyes shut and smiled like an idiot safe in the knowledge he couldn’t see me. “I miss you too, I love you!”

“I love you too. Bye!” The phone slammed down but I stayed a few seconds longer to see if he would hang up first. Shortly afterwards a key entered the lock and the door flew open with Jackie and Paul stood in the frame attached to each other by the mouth. I wondered if they were thinking about coming up for air any time soon but left them to it. Paul stayed for a cup of tea but called a cab back to stay with John and Cynthia this time. Jackie and I stood at the window and waved to him as he entered the black London cab. They drove off and at last I could get all the details of their date directly from Jackie.

“So?” I coaxed her on with hand movements.

“It was… amazing.” She sat back slowly in her seat as I waited patiently for her to carry on.

All My Loving - Chapter 76

Sun, 09 Sep 2012 01:34:04 -0400

The next morning I woke up to the fresh aroma of coffee wafting through the flat. I blinked a few times and stared at the ceiling before turning my attention to the empty bed next to me. The sheets were stirred and blankets kicked off, the pillow still dented where a head lay. Slowly, I got to my feet and walked into the kitchen to find Lynsey sitting at the table lifting a spoonful of cereal to her mouth as she read a book. “Morning.” She chirped happily from her seat. I could see dark circles under her eyes. Lynsey sipped her coffee and grinned at me. “There’s more in the pot if you’d like.”

I smiled in thanks and poured a cup of coffee, making my way over to the table to take a seat as well. “Lyns, didn’t you get any sleep?” She shook her head, brushing back her hair. “The thought of someone breaking in made me paranoid. I didn’t get a wink.” I sighed and leaned back against my seat. “Why don’t you go take a snooze now? It’s broad day light and our protection is right outside the door.” I offered, worried for her since she was running on raw caffeine.

It took her a few moments to respond. “You wouldn’t mind, would you?” Lynsey asked and looked up to meet my gaze. “Of course not. Go get some sleep, hun.” I thrusted my fist over to the large Basset Hound plushie George had bought Lynsey so many days ago. “Plus you’ll have company.”

Lynsey giggled before bringing her things to the sink and walking out to the living room to get some well-deserved sleep. I eyed the phone hanging idly on the wall and decided to ring Paul. I recited each number while pressing it and waited for a few moments. It rang a few times before someone picked up on the other line. “Hello?” A sleepy Ringo answered the phone with a yawn.

“Hi, Ring. It’s Jackie. Is Paul awake?” I asked, twirling the spiral wire of the phone with my finger. “For you, yes. To the public he is out seeing family. One sec, love.”

I laughed softly and waited until I heard Paul’s voice from the background. “Hey you.” Paul said cheerfully. “Hi. Just called to see how you guys were doing!”

“We’re alright. About to leave for London again. Tomorrow we have to leave early to perform on a few television shows. That’ll be a drag.” Paul groaned into the phone. “Oh, c’mon. Cheer up. It won’t be that terrible. At least there are girls.”

“Psychotic girls, yes. You know I only want to see you.”

“Moody are we?” I teased, leaning against the wall while I spoke to him. I could picture Paul rolling his eyes on the other end. “Ha. Good one. Anyways, how’re you girls doin’?” I switched my gaze out to the living room where Lynsey slept. “We’re alright. Lynsey didn’t get a wink of sleep last night. I hardly did myself. We’re just a little scared of a break in that’s all.” I confessed and bit my lip. I certainly didn’t want the boys to fret over this. Lynsey and I would get over our fear soon enough.

“Aw. Nothing will happen. That Knuckles guy looks like a burly guy. He’ll protect you if anything happens. Is she still awake and can I ask you a favor?” Paul stated with a hint of worry in his voice. “I’m sure he would. She’s asleep right now. I told her to go take a nap when I saw her running on coffee, and sure. What is it?” I retorted before looking around the kitchen. “Meet me outside of Tiffany’s Diner at two, alright?”

I giggled and wonder what he had planned. “Uh, sure. What for?”

“That’s a secret. Hey, I have to run. We’re heading back now. I’ll see you soon, Jack. I love you.”

“Love you too. Bye.”

I hung up the phone and rushed into my room to get dressed and apply makeup. I had about an hour and a half to spare. I wondered how I was to get there without getting hurt by someone. I’d have to be careful. I decided to go with a purple dress that stopped at about my knees with the silver necklace Paul had gotten me. I applied last touches to my mascara before looking at the mirror with a grin.

I poked my head out of my bedroom to find Lynsey still sound asleep. I hurried to the kitchen after seeing the clock read 1:30. I snatched a spare piece of paper and wrote Lynsey a quick note as to where I was headed with Paul.

After grabbing my purse I opened my front door to see Knuckles standing there with another gentleman. “Are you heading out, ma’am?” Knuckles asked me in his deep baritone voice. I nodded and looked up at the two. I had to admit I was slightly intimidated. “Mr. Bones will take you to your destination.”

“I’m heading to Tiffany’s Diner to meet up with a friend.” The two nodded and Bones stepped forward. ‘What was with these weird names?’ I thought as Bones lead the way out of the building and into a cab. Soon enough we screeched to a halt in front of the diner. I opened the door to see a tall figure dressed sharply in a collared shirt in tie, observing the sign that read the name of the restaurant. He turned his head and a grin crossed his face as he saw me. “Jackie!” Paul exclaimed and wrapped me in a light hug, wary of my ribs. I still was taped up much to my chagrin.

“Hi Paulie. So, what did you have planned?” I asked, the question still prodding my mind endlessly. “Oh, it should arrive any moment.” Paul of course was correct as a horse drawn carriage appeared and stopped in front of the diner. An alabaster horse was hitched up to the carriage with a driver. “A carriage ride around London.” Paul grinned and met me for a kiss. “Aw, Paul. That’s so sweet!”

Paul offered his hand to help me into the carriage and pulled me up to sit next to him. Both of my hands wrapped around his arm and I snuggled into him. “This is perfect.” I sighed and looked up to him. “Seriously, you’re too good to me. I’m not that special. I’m not the Hope Diamond.”

“Hey, you’re everything to me so you’ll have to deal with it. Sorry, no exceptions.” I narrowed my eyes playfully at him as he spoke. The carriage began to make its way around town with Bones in a car following behind us. My excitement was bubbling from me. This was all so amazing. With all this happiness I forgot about the painful feeling in my ribs and even the terrible events that had taken place.

All My Loving - Chapter 75

Sat, 08 Sep 2012 07:20:00 -0400

A blistering headache put a stop to my hopes of sleeping well but soon enough it was morning and breakfast was served. I wasn’t joking with Jackie when I said the food here was disgraceful. Even so I bolted my toast down in the hope that any time soon a doctor would come in and tell me I could at last bugger off home. I hated hospitals and I always had. At around 11 o’clock George came and visited me and kept me company for a while. “The lads have some more recording but I already finished laying down the guitar parts anyway.” He poured me a glass of water and explained himself but he needn’t have. At last I had the news I’d been waiting for. A doctor knocked the door twice and George let him in being careful of anyone catching a glimpse of him. “The good news is that there is no lasting damage and you’ll be able to go home.” George sharply turned his head and smiled gripping my hand in his tightly. “And the bad news?” I asked in the tiniest voice I could make audible “There are hundreds of people outside waiting for you and Mr Harrison to depart from the hospital.”

My heart sank into my stomach for a short while until I was again safe in the knowledge I could actually go home today. I hopped out of bed and packed the bag George had brought in yesterday for me. As soon as I was dressed he took my hand and reassured me everything would be okay. I trusted him but I knew he’d understand my apprehension. Bulbs flashed all around while George led me from the door. If there was a rear entrance there would have been no way we wouldn’t have used it. Perfect strangers were shouting my name and asking for a word. I was frightened but I was glad George was here. He opened the car door and quickly helped me along in getting inside before he closed the door and we drove off. “When you see a random guy standing outside your place don’t be worried, that’s just your hired protection.” My eyes widened but more so due to the fact he considered this sort of thing to be normal. We lived on a main road and would certainly draw attention to ourselves with a burly man standing outside. I loved living in London but there are times when I wanted nothing more than to leave.

I knocked the door to see who it was that would answer. Surprisingly it was Paul that greeted me with a tight hug at the door. “Lyns! How is our brave little solider?” I giggled but noticed Jackie struggling along with her ribs behind him. Paul took my bag as I walked over to her and poked her shoulder. She turned on herself quickly and threw her arms around my neck. We both laughed for no reason other than the fact we were so glad to have each other back. “Never leave me alone again, understand?” she nodded and we made our way to the television. I asked her how she was getting on with her strapped up ribs and she was still in considerable pain. It was understandable seeing as she had actually broken it. Shortly after we began chatting there seemed to be an infinite amount of knocks on the door that didn’t actually stop until we answered it. Of course it was John and Ringo. It was so good to see them again. “Here are my girlies!” John walked straight over with his arms wide and pulled in to him. Ringo made his way straight to the kettle to pour himself a brew. “Cyn and Mo were devastated at what happened to you two. They send all their love by the way.” John sipped at the tea Ringo had thoughtfully made for his friend. It was nice to hear that Cynthia and Maureen were genuinely concerned about us, but it was true what Cynthia said in that us girls have to stick together if we’re going to survive the hype around our partners.

John and Cynthia had Julian and Maureen and Ringo were expecting their first child. They were living together so they had no reason to be away from each other for more than a day unless overseas trips were planned. But it was different for Jackie and I. George and Paul were often both staying with them while we were left on our own and missing them. Whether it was selfish or not, Jackie and I were always worried from then on about being alone without them. That night was the worst in particular after they had all left go to back to stay with Ringo and Maureen for the night in Surrey. We couldn’t even summon up enough courage to sleep in our own rooms. Reminiscent of the first night the Beatles stayed with us, we pulled out our mattresses from our room and lay them down on the ground next to each other. Any slight noise frightened the hell out of me but Jackie didn’t seem fazed, but even if she was she didn’t show it. I didn’t sleep that whole night and I lived for the morning to spread itself across the sky.