"We're really here aren't we?" I smiled giddily repeating myself once again as I was standing next to Paul after we gotten out of the taxi.

"I guess so." Paul laughed slightly at my anxious giddiness.

"Gear." I breathed out sharply biting away at my nails nervously. At any moment I could crack and completely have a breakdown, but I tried my best to keep myself together. The initial shock was finally subsiding into panic over leaving England and coming into a foreign country and I was somewhat curious as to if I should've stayed home from this trip after all.

Paul and I had took a separate car the rest of the boys because there wasn't enough room for us all to fit into one vehicle. Paul had volunteered to take another cab, but John volunteered me to go with him in attempt to separate me from George. My uncle was otherwise going to see something between George and I, something I knew frightened every one of the boys in fear of losing their manager. I didn't mind catching a ride with Paul however, it had been awhile since I'd gotten to talk to Paul alone.

"You're too cute." Paul chuckled at me, making me lower my hand from my mouth with reddened cheeks.

"What was that?" I asked after a moment, a devilish grin spreading upon my parted lips.

"N-nothing." He sputtered looking into my eyes with a look of fear clouding over them.

"Paulie thinks I'm cute!" I yelled happily receiving strange looks from pedestrians surrounding us as they walked about their day so early in the morning. I took his hand and began to dance goofily, spinning myself like I had seen people dance on the television.

"Shhh." Paul giggled pulling me into his chest and putting his hand over my mouth. A lady stopped in her tracks horrified after watching Paul's actions that may have seemed a bit strange without context. My laughter became inaudible from behind Paul's hands before he swiftly retracted it embarrassed.

"Es... erm... es ist in Ordnung, ma'am." Paul attempted to speak in German to the lady to reassure her nothing was wrong. She walked away quickly, horrified by what she had witnessed. I snickered at the tinge of red that started to spread over Paul's face.

"Oh shush Epstein." He said trying to suppress a smile as I unravelled myself from his arms.

"Alright." I said with a goofy grin as I looked over at him. His face looked just as funny as mine as he held back laughter, making me begin to laugh like a maniac. Our taxi man came to give us our luggage watching the two of us with a strange look. Paul began to laugh uncontrollably as well just as the other taxi full of boys pulled up.

"Well, what did I miss?" My uncle asked curiously as he got out of the passenger side of the taxi.

"Nothing." I sighed happily wiping a tear away from my eye from the laughter. My uncle smiled before turning to walk towards the trunk to retrieve his bags.

When I saw George come out of the car after John and Pete, my heart nearly leaped out of my chest. Something about seeing a smile on his face made me feel euphoric. I never knew something as simple as seeing a smile could immediately brighten my day one hundred times more.

When George's eyes met mine his face immediate lit up with delight. I blushed furiously and looked over at Paul who's attention was already on the guys as they began to strike up conversation about their gig tonight.

"We're finally here." I let out a shaky breath and smiled up at George once he was directly in front of me. George smiled admiringly down at me with his gaze trailing over my lips.

"Yes we are." He grinned warmly. I blushed and looked down at my feet.

"It's not the cleanest of places to finally be." George chuckled looking behind me to the hotel next to the many shops and clubs lining one of the main streets of Hamburg.

I looked behind us to get a clear view of the the run down hotel we were going to be staying at, realizing it looked like it could be straight out of a horror film. The lighted sign was missing the H from hotel and the walls were stained and worn and in need to be fixed up.

"I guess not." I giggled.

With some hesitancy, I followed the boys into the hotel, seeing that the outside was the prettier side of the building. Everything looked very worn down and dirty; the lights were dim and flickering, the wallpaper was peeling away everywhere, and there was even a hole in the wall from what looked like a fist.

"Hello, we'd like two double bed rooms please." My uncle smiled wearily at the bald man with dark rings under his eyes and a scowl, resembling closely to Alistair when he stays up all night to finish his paperwork and comes to NEMS the next day.

Wordlessly the man slapped down two keys for the rooms and grunted.

"Well good day sunshine." John whispered sarcastically from behind me making everyone accept my uncle and the man snicker. After paying for our rooms my uncle turned back to us.

"Alright, second floor it is then." My uncle grinned. I looked over to the rusty looking elevator and gulped.

"I'll take the stairs." I chuckled uncomfortably. My uncle nodded in agreement after looking at the elevator.

"Good idea." He readjusted his tie, his gaze fixed on the elevator merely breaking into a sweat out of the sight of the dangerous looking lift.

I started to lug my bag to the stairwell behind the boys having difficulty, it felt as if I had a ton of bricks in the bag. I used both of my hands to lift it by the handle so it wouldn't drag over the steps, falling far behind the rest of the boys.

"Need help down there Poppy?" John asked from the landing between the two sets of stairs we had to mount.

"I'm great." I wheezed pursing my lips, evidently struggling as I trudged miserably up the creaky stairs.

"Are you sure?" My uncle asked concerned.

"Yes." I squeaked not helping my own case. They continued to walk after watching me get up on the landing safely. George stayed beside me, not so quick to go up as the rest.

"Are you certain you don't need help?" George watched me attentively as I tucked my messy blonde hair behind my ears.

"Yeah, I'm great." I nodded sounding sure of myself before attempting to now drag my luggage over the steps because of how tired my arms were becoming. George walked beside me with his bags and guitar case seeming to struggle slightly with his own things. I smiled to myself knowing he would carry my bags in a heartbeat if I'd say the words though having his own things to worry about.

In the hallway of the second floor there was a lady whom resembled an escort smoking in the hallway in a provocative dress making me feel very unsettled, I coughed slightly inhaling the smoke, it was a good thing I had brought my puffers, my uncle wouldn't even let me step out the doors of the house without checking I had them fifty times. We made it into the rooms putting the boys in one room and my uncle and I in the other.

I looked at the small room with uncertainty, the beds seemed to be decent enough, but the wallpaper once again was old and peeling and the curtains were slightly stained and ripped.

"So this is home for the next four weeks." I looked back at my uncle as I dropped my things onto the bed. He smiled apologetically and nodded. I looked back down at my things a bit paranoid, this definitely wasn't the safest place to stay for a month. I jumped just then hearing a knock at the door.

"I've got it." My uncle sighed walked over to the door. I bit my bottom lip pulling out my brand new camera from my purse. I smiled and brought it up to my eye looking around the room through the camera in delight, I knew I had to take some pictures of the boys knowing how much they could be worth some day.

"Anyone up for breakfast?" John asked from the corridor. I smiled and lowered the camera from my eyes to see the four boys at the door. My uncle looked back at me for direction.

"Sounds good to me." I grinned. We joined everyone in the hall with my uncle leading the way back down and George and I walking at the back of the group. George intertwined his hand with mine slyly making my face heat up yet again.

"You're pretty when your all red." George grinned down at me speaking quietly so no one would hear. I nudged his arm jokingly trying to hide my cheeks with my free hand.

Just before we walked through the stairwell doors to go downstairs after the rest of the boys, George pulled me aside and placed his lips down on mine hungrily. I ran my hands through the hair on the back of his head feeling courageous from his sudden outburst of affection. We pulled apart after a moment, both smiling goofily.

"I have a feeling this trip will be fun." My eyes sparked mischievously as George pulled me by the hand through the stairwell doors and we hurried to catch up to everyone.

We all walked down the street finding a quaint café at the end of the block that seemed very homely compared to the rest of the street. We all sat down at a booth, my spot being being between Paul and George and on the other side my uncle, John and Pete.

"I can't read German." Pete scrunched his nose at the menu.

"Just get the Leck mich am Arsch." John smirked. Pete nodded unsure of what that meant. Beside me Paul and George were grinning wildly trying not to laugh.

"Do you suppose they have oatmeal somewhere on here?" I asked George quietly completely lost in the menu. George pointed at a section of the menu I couldn't understand.

"I'll order for ye'." George smiled at my confused expression after realizing I had absolutely no idea what I was reading. I nodded graciously and set the menu down.

"May I take your order?" A young lady not much older than myself came to the table asking in a thick German accent obviously knowing we speak english.

"Pete?" She looked up recognizing the drummer who was try to bury himself behind the menu.

"Hey," He spoke looking like he forgot her name. Pete shifted uncomfortably watching her expression drop.

"Greta." She stared at him blankly. He nodded awkwardly. It was quite a show for the rest of the table and I, I'd never seen Pete show his character this much ever before.

"Right, Greta, can I have the um, Leck mich am Arsch?" He smiled nervously as he ordered what John had told him to. The girls jaw dropped.

"Excuse me?" She asked baffled. From beside Pete John could barely contain his laughter any longer. Pete looked at John with reddened cheeks.

"What did I just ask her for?" Pete asked John quietly completely mortified. John turned and whispered in his ear what he just said to the girl, making Pete's jaw drop. His face drained of colour as he looked over to the waitress with an apologetic smile, sinking down in the booth.

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"I'd say breakfast went well, wouldn't you say Pete?" John asked with a smug grin as we walked along the streets to do some sightseeing with my camera.

"Shut up Lennon." Pete growled narrowing his black eye at him that he had gotten from the waitress right as we were leaving. I had thought Pete was quiet before, now he was completely silent around everyone. I felt John had pushed him a little over the edge this time and there seemed to be a tenseness surrounding them.

John brushed it off and continued to walk, absolutely carefree. I examined my surroundings observantly, seeing that although it was a city polluted with sex drive, it was a lively and exciting place to be. The streets were lined with hundreds of things to do and people to meet, everyone seeming to be unique and contented as they walked. I took out my camera and snapped a picture of the street with a grin.

Hamburg was the beginning of a brand new chapter of my life, one that would leave me with biter sweet memories, and one hell of a story.