Later that afternoon when we were preparing ourselves to go to the Star Club, I couldn't seem to be able to find an outfit, between all the clothes I packed and my indecisiveness, it was taking way longer than needed.

"How about this one?" I stepped out of the bathroom for the twentieth time doing a turn for my uncle showing off my short navy blue dress and black heels.

"You look absolutely stunning love." He smiled sincerely being yet again supportive of an outfit for what seemed the millionth time this afternoon. I grinned finally contented with the outfit walking back over to my bed to grab my purse.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you had a date tonight." My uncle examined my lingering grin and proper posture with a grin.

"Me? No," I blurted quickly sounding more defensive than intended.

"Just excited." I grinned anxiously.

My uncle nodded apprehensively before getting up from the wooden chair he'd been sitting on for the past hour watching me try on my whole suitcase.

Some muffled yelling followed by a loud thud of a door slamming came from the boys room just as we were ready to go out the door, leaving my uncle and I to look at each other panic stricken.

We hurried next door to see only three Beatles left in the group, all looking extremely panicked.

"Pete's gone." Paul breathed out speechlessly as he crossed his arms over his chest upset.

"Gone?" My uncle asked baffled.

"He started to argue with John and just, left." George explained, his eyes widening.

Pete had been acting strange all of today after John's little gag, that although seemed routine for the boys may have overstepped Pete's boundaries after just coming to be in Hamburg and being away from home for the first time in awhile. John said nothing, but fell back on the bed he was sitting on upset with the scene that had just gone down.

"W-what do we do?" Paul asked frantically.

"Has Ringo arrived in Hamburg?" I asked quietly, not wanting to draw too much attention my way in the moment.

"What does that have to do-" John started to ask annoyed before having something click together in his brain, immediately making him jump to his feet. He grabbed his jacket and walked over to me, placing a brief kiss on my cheek.

"You're a genius." He smirked at me before walking past my uncle and I to the door.

"Where are you going?" My uncle asked absolutely lost in the series of events.

"To get us a drummer, we'll meet you at the club!" John called back from the corridor jogging away. My uncle turned back completely baffled.

"There's a club to play at, and we have two band members." My uncle muttered to himself helplessly.

I looked back to the two remaining boys whom were as uneasy as we were.

"To the club then?" Paul smiled nervously.

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"Where's John?" My uncle groaned rubbing his hands together in the cold outside as him and I awaited John and Ringo to show up to the boys' set, which they were due to do in only ten minutes.

"They'll be here." I shivered underneath my jacket that in retrospect shouldn't have been my first choice to wear in this cold winter air.

He looked at me fearfully causing me to reach out and squeeze his hand gently, trying to reassure him that they'd be here although I wasn't so certain if they would be here myself.

"We wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for John." My uncle sighed exasperatedly.

"Alright, that may be true but I'm sure he didn't know Pete would react like this." I bit my lip trying to defend John for once.

"-and Pete!" My uncle exclaimed with a hysteric smile that made me uneasy.

"I ought to have a talk with him! Their first bloody gig here and he disappears!" My uncle was clearly getting grey hairs from merely thinking about the situation.

"If I have to tell Pete's parents we lost him in Hamburg I don't know what I'd do-" My uncle muttered to himself anxiously about the situation rubbing his temples.

Loud thumps of running footsteps came from our right, making both of us turn quickly to see John and Ringo sprinting over to us, John looking quite accomplished and Ringo looking panicked and slightly confused.

"Oh thank god." My uncle muttered seeing the two of them.

"I've got him!" John exclaimed breathlessly as he and Ringo came to a halt in front of us.

"Thank you for this Richard." My uncle smiled at the electric blue eyed drummer. Ringo smiled and nodded wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.

"Let's get in then." My uncle lead us into the extremely crowded pub.

"Nice to see you Poppy." Ringo smiled politely from beside me as we were weaving around people in the club.

"You too Ritchie." I smiled back just as we reached the backstage area where Paul and George were tuning their instruments. Their heads shot up as we approached them with relief washing over their features.

"Ringo!" George exclaimed joyously in the presence of one of his best lads.

"You guys better get out there before the owner comes and makes you." My uncle spoke rushingly noticing the previous act was already off the stage and the crowd was waiting impatiently. They all nodded and got their stuff together quickly before going to step onto the stage. George shot a quick glance back at me and winked, making a warm feeling rise up in my chest.

"Alright, let's see how this goes." My uncle motioned for me to follow him back into the crowd of people and watch the boys. I followed behind him obediently, scared to be alone for even a moment in a club full of drunk strangers.

We watched as John got up to the microphone, still tuning his guitar that he had just picked up only moments ago.

I noticed Ringo didn't look out of place whatsoever or look to be in discomfort, he was actually smiling from ear to ear, absolutely thrilled to be preforming with the boys.

Instead of speaking properly, John began to talk not in German, nor English, but gibberish, only actually saying the words "we are the Beatles" and the name of the song "Long Tall Sally".

Of course, because most of the crowd couldn't understand very much English, they cheered as if he hadn't just been speaking in John-isms, making my uncle sigh deeply in disappointment of the young musician.

They started with a bang, filling the whole club with their blasting sound of rock and roll as Paul stepped up to the microphone beginning to sing like Little Richard, making the crowd roar with delight. I smiled and looked to my uncle, who was absolutely radiant and relieved as he watched the boys preform. John must've told Ringo their setlist beforehand because he was playing as if he had been practicing with the boys for ages.

I watched attentively throughout their set, it lasting about an hour before they got to take a short break. I couldn't even imagine their seven hour sets I would have to get accustomed to throughout the next month.

I watched as my uncle walked over to the boys and George quickly slipped his way over to me, his face shiny from sweat and a tired smile rested on his lips that made my own lips turn upwards.

"Can I buy you a drink?" George asked breathlessly gently grabbing my hand in his. I blushed and nodded, I really shouldn't drink with my uncle being around, I was still underage after all. However any way I could get time alone with George, I'd take the opportunity.

He lead me over to the bar, guiding me with his hand placed at the small of my back to make sure I got over safely.

As we got to the bar, George looked back over to make sure my uncle was no longer in sight, then kissed me as if he hadn't seen me in months. My stomach did backflips as I felt his warm lips against mine.

It was rather exciting sneaking around with George, but I knew it couldn't go on forever. I savoured the moment, letting the butterflies in my chest run wild as he held onto me tightly.

"No matter what I do, I can't seem to get you out of my thoughts." George said after pulling away from my lips with a lingering grin. My heart fluttered at his words as I looked up at him with big eyes in awe.

"You always know what to say don't you?" I blushed furiously smiling up at the handsome boy, unable to think of anything clever to say back.

Although our future together was unclear with everything going on for the boys and their careers, I knew that in that moment I wouldn't want to be with anyone else.

George ordered himself and I drinks and turned back to me with a grin.

"So what do you think of Hamburg?" He grinned, patiently awaiting my response.

"It's really exciting here, so much different that Liverpool." I gushed excitedly examining my surroundings contently.

"I'm glad you like it." George looked genuinely excited to see I was enjoying it as much as I knew he did.

"Alright kids, lovey dovey time is over." John spoke squeezing between the two of us to order a drink. George looked extremely embarrassed as he took a long drink from his beer.

"Johnny's only upset because Cyn stayed home." I cracked with a grin taking a long drink of my beer devilishly. John looked at me then rolled his eyes, if there was one thing John didn't joke about, it was his relationship with Cynthia. She truly was his kryptonite.

"Well would you look at that," John huffed looking at his watch.

"We should get back to the stage." John groaned making George pout slightly. John wiggles his eyebrows at me.

"See you after another hour Eppy." John smiled before George and him went quickly to return to the stage. I ordered a shot after they left, knowing I couldn't return with a drink, still however feeling the need for a buzz.
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"Here's the van!" Paul exclaimed relieved bouncing back and forth in the cold winter air as he held his bass guitar in its case. By now it was the end of the night and my uncle had caught a cab to get back to the hotel by himself because I wanted to take the van back with the boys that was provided to them by the club so their things would all fit. I may have had a drink or two after my uncle had left as well, and now I was both tired and a little tipsy, a very dangerous combination.

I pulled George's leather jacket tighter around myself, feeling the cold air whip around my hair vigorously. George had given it to me for now because without it my whole body would be trembling. I was hesitant to accept it but he assured me he was alright and his suit was warm enough, but seeing him fidgeting around in the cold air, I could tell he was lying.

The boys loaded their things into the van and we all got into the back, seeing that the sides of the van were lined with benches, and it was just as cold in the van as outside. I sat beside George, leaning my head on his shoulder and our hands intertwined, I don't think I'd physically be able to stay up much longer, I was exhausted from this whole day.

"Thanks for the ride Allan." John thanked the driver slightly slurring as he got in and shut the door behind him. The driver nodded back at us and turned to the road. The boys carried on with some banter I was tuning in and out of because of how heavy my eyelids were.

"I'm f-f-freezing." Paul said with chattering teeth pulling his suit jacket tighter around him and placing his hands between his knees in attempt to keep them warm. I lifted my head off of George's shoulder to look at Paul as he spoke, attempting to keep myself from falling asleep and join the conversation.

"I have an idea." John's face twisted into a bright smile as he blew into his freezing hands. They huddled into a group with their whispers too faint to make out. Then before I knew it one by one the boys laid on top of each other creating some sort of doggie pile, with John on the bottom, then Paul, Ringo and Finally George on top.

I watched perplexedly, unsure of what goal they were trying to achieve wiping sleep away from my eyes. "Well this is much better." Paul spoke sarcastically being crushed by Ringo and George.

"Hey," John said wheezing for air. "At least you don't have three people on top of you." He spoke breathlessly.

"I'm warm." Ringo smiled cheekily.

"I'm not warm at all." George groaned probably still feeling the cold air down his back. I suddenly realized they were piling on to keep their body temperature up and giggled.

"Just get Poppy to get on you to keep you warm." John said looking up at me with a smirk. George looked at me pleadingly with a smile, over exaggerating his chattering teeth. I rolled my eyes at John's suggestive comment even though the offer sounded tempting to my trembling body. I thought for a moment shoving my hands into the leather jacket pockets.

"I'm only agreeing to crush Lennon more." I smiled tiredly, my accent sounding thicker from the alcohol making the boys snicker at me. Triumphantly, I watched as John's eyes widen at the realization of having four people piled on his back. I ungracefully got on top of the other four giggling like mad as they made uncomfortable groans.

"Paul? What's poking me?" John said horrifiedly making Ringo, George and I cackle loudly making the whole group pile shake.

"It's my lighter! I swear!" He said pulling it out of his pocket and extending it to the side so we could all see it.

"Thank the lord." John breathed out relieved.

Somehow they spent around ten minutes talking normally as if this Beatle sandwich they were creating was completely normal until we arrived to the hotel. Ringo fit so naturally into the group it was almost frightening, I had almost forgotten Pete was their actual drummer. We had to drop him off at his hotel first though, making the van feel emptier and not as complete as before.

I stepped out of the cab tiredly, my eyelids growing very heavy and the dizziness from the earlier drinking not helping any, the concrete sidewalk feeling as if it were moving beneath me. George looked back at me from the door, watching slightly amused as I held my hands out for balance.

"Need help love?" He asked entertained.

"George, can you carry me?" I moped placing a hand to the side of my head. Before I knew it, I was swept off my feet by George and was being carried bridal style to our rooms.

"She's pissed." John snickered at me and my inability to tolerate of alcohol.

"Am not." I grumbled into George's chest with closed eyes. I felt George's chest vibrate as I was once again being chuckled at. I was on the brink of completely passing out cold when I heard knocking, and a door creaking open.

"What's wrong?" My uncle gasped.

"She's, tired." John spoke only explaining half of the situation.

"Is that why she stinks of alcohol?" My uncle asked knowingly.

"I don't stink." I muttered quietly into George's chest absentmindedly.

"Bring her in." My uncle sighed and we began to move again until I was laid onto a bed.

"Goodnight love." George whispered in my ear as he started to move away from me. I creased my eyebrows, my eyes still shut.

"George?" I called out quietly.

"Yes?" He asked kindly.

"I love you." I whispered softly feeling sleep begin to take over my consciousness.

"What?" I heard my uncle squeal before everything blacked out into sleep.