I gasped and tensed up instantly after hearing the name I had tried so hard to forget for the past month. George noticed my sudden reaction and looked at me inquisitively.

"What's the matter?" He asked kindly absentmindedly putting his hand on mine to comfort me. He noticed his actions and quickly retracted his hand but still looked at me with curiosity in his his big gentle brown eyes. I cleared my throat nervously as I looked up to the stage where he was getting on. I shook my head wordlessly staring up at at the blond haired blue eyed boy who stood upon the stage with the sparkle in his eyes that used to make me melt every time I gazed into them.

George saw my gaze locking to the stage and turned around to try and see what the problem was. Nothing good ever happens at bars and clubs, how had I such luck to run into not one but two people I had to tried to avoid in the last two trips to them? My stomach started to knot up watching him begin to sing.

"Is it the band?" George asked looking back at me observantly. I looked at him with a slight frown not wanting to worry George with something so heavy as the past I've had with, him.

"It's nothing, erm, just someone I used to know is all." I said taking a sip of my Coca Cola to try to distract myself. He looked unconvinced but nodded letting it go.

The truth of the matter was that the boy who took centre stage was once someone I thought I loved. That is until I found him cheating on me with some blonde girl who was much prettier than I could ever be. I had never felt more betrayed in my life, they boy who I'd spent so much time thinking about only lead me on to make me think he'd actually cared for me.

I'd been so naive, thinking all those sweet nothings were true. Well sometimes it's funny how long "forever" actually lasts. After the day we broke up I had promised myself to never get too attached to someone so quickly as I did Mike, because it's sometimes difficult to tell between infatuation and love, his affection for me being only infatuation and he became bored with me very quickly, tossing me aside like some sort of toy.

I never want to be hurt as I was by him, so I tried putting a shell around myself, but with the boy sitting beside me it seemed to almost completely slip out of mind.

This was the first time I've seen Micheal since the beginning of December and it rubbed roughly on raw heartache, snapping me out of the daydream I'd been put in by the four handsome Beatles.

"Get yer' hands off of me!" John suddenly growled making the two of us look over to where John was being manhandled by two bouncers. My eyes widened seeing them escorting him to the doors without any remorse. What had he done now? George drew a heavy sigh from beside me with a look of disappointment spreading as he watched the scene unravel.

"Guess that's my cue to get him home." George sighed getting off the high barstool slightly irritatedly.

"I'll come too." I spoke quickly soon realizing how eager it came out, longing to get away from the boy onstage.

"I mean, my uncle Brian might send a search party if I stay out much longer." I added nervously looking at my watch making him chuckle.

George and I walked out of the now overly crowded pub only to find John outside sitting slumped against the wall lighting a cigarette that hung lazily from his mouth. George scoffed approaching him and grabbing ahold of his arm to heave him to his feet. John slurred in protest but nevertheless got to his feet looking miserably at the ground.

"What happened in there?" I asked with a slight giggle making a giant grin spread across his lips.

"I went into the wrong bathroom." He slurred happily puffing a large white cloud of smoke out from his upturned lips. I scrunched my nose in disgust, why am I not surprised? George let out a muffled laugh as John stumbled into him for support.

"Alright, let's get you home before Mimi slaughters ye'." George said trying to brush John off of him.

"Mimi can't see me like this, last time she told me to find my own place if I wanted to go out and get this pissed." He groaned trying to find his balance but ending up leaning right back to George.

"He can sleep at my uncle Brian's place." I sighed. He's going to be furious anyways, I'm sure he can handle one more bump in the road, or, drunk on the couch in this case. John's face suddenly lit up brighter than Christmas tree I've ever seen. He outstretched his arms walking towards me but stumbled and tripped into me dropping his cigarette and almost sending us both crashing into the concrete. I steadied myself and John who appeared almost asleep in my arms that I had to hold out to keep him upright.

"Give us a kiss." He said, our faces inches apart. I held my breath cringing at the strong smell of alcohol burning my nostrils from Johns breath.

"No thank you." I spoke still cringing making him sulk again.

"Alright, get off her." George said prying him away from me roughly making him back up and stand upright for a moment before stumbling over his own feet and leaning back into George. He put an arm around George to balance himself and George only rolled his eyes and allowed him to use him as a support.

"Lead the way." George said with a warm grin towards me. I blushed and nodded, with the three of us starting to make our way to me and my uncles house seeing the sky darken and the stars start to shine through the night sky. It would've been much more serine and relaxing if John wouldn't have been singing so loudly.

"MISTERRR MOONLIGHT!" John screeched looking up at the full moon that graced the night sky.

"Oh shut up!" George said with gritted teeth struggling to keep him upright. I giggled and walked over to John's other side to help George steady him and we walked to my house laughing at Johns barely conscious state.

Before we had even made it up the path to the front door of the house it swung open and my uncle was standing in his silk pyjamas having relief clearly washed over him as he saw me in one piece.

"Do you have any idea how worried I was?" He spoke angrily crossing his arms. I sent a weak smile, what I was about to ask him for wouldn't help the situation.

"Yes, I'm sorry, and I know I'm grounded, but John needs a place to stay tonight." I held my breath waiting for a response after talking as quickly as I could praying he wasn't about to have a complete meltdown. He looked over to John for a moment scanning over his appearance and nodded understandingly much to my surprise.

"We wouldn't want to let Mimi see you like this again." My uncle said moving to the side letting us get through the door and John to stumble to our living room couch and collapsing onto it, almost immediately passing out of consciousness.

I cursed underneath my breath over the fact that my uncle was so understanding because he'd known these boys for over a month before I'd even met them at all, refilling my mind with all the nasty thoughts from earlier today.

"Where are the other two?" My uncle asked curiously looking over at George who's eyes I noticed were on me. He snapped his head over to my uncle with a slight blush.

"Probably in some bird's house by now." George shrugged and my uncle nodded with a slight look of disgust spreading.

"Well thank you for making sure Poppy got home safely." He sighed looking at me with slight disappointment starting to show. A pang of guilt hit me, I'd always hated that look, no anger, no yelling, only disappointment.

"It was no bother really." George spoke sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. "I-I should get home meself." He spoke shyly excusing himself. My uncle nodded and reopened the door for him.

"See you tomorrow then." My uncle nodded to him as George turned to walk out. Before leaving, he turned around once more and sent a timid smile towards me making me blush crimson red.

"See you tomorrow." He said, his eyes never straying from mine, before disappearing once again out into the wintery night.

"You're grounded for two weeks." My uncle spoke sternly.

"Fair enough." I mumbled marching up to my room without another word. I still hadn't really felt like talking to him, all that repeated in the back of my mind was a voice reminding me "he's going to leave for months at a time, leaving me all alone, without any family in Liverpool whatsoever." Of course I knew that there was a chance that wouldn't be true, but if what I'd heard about them leaving for Germany soon, he'd be leaving the country. My hands started to shake slightly only thinking about it. I was strapped in for one hell of a ride.

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"John." I said shaking the lump on the couch that wouldn't move a muscle raising suspicions that maybe he'd died in his sleep. A faint mumble escaped from his slightly parted lips and his eyebrows furrowed slightly. He looked so at peace laying there with his hair messed up and guard down, it was much different than the John I had met the day before.

"It's noon, come on." I shook his shoulder lightly. He opened one eye and peered up at me. He groaned and sat up holding his head from what was most likely a massive hangover.

"Did we?" He asked trailing off groggily wincing from his headache.

"Did we what?" My eyebrows knitted together watching his cheeks redden slightly.

"You know, did we do it?" He looked up at me inquisitively. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, there's the John I met yesterday.

"That hangover has got you delusional." I scoffed walking to the kitchen to grab him some medicine for the headache. Once I found the pill bottle in the medicine cabinet I heard footsteps near into the kitchen behind me.

"I bet you wanted to." He said making me turn around to see his cocky attitude once again making an appearance.

"No, I really didn't." I said filling a glass with water slightly annoyed by John's gross and wrong assumption. I turned around and handed him the pill and water wordlessly seeing his smirk never once falling.

"Oh that's right, you fancy little Geo." He raised his eyebrows as he took the pill making my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Maybe not all of his assumptions are wrong. He watched with an amused expression setting the glass down on the counter.

"Get out Lennon." I mumbled making him burst into a fit of laughter.

"I won't tell, I swear." He spoke sounding almost too sincere for me to believe. I mean, this was John after all.

"There's nothing to tell." I shrugged trying to dismiss his thoughts. He smiled shaking his head clearly entertained by my denial of his words.

"Oh alright, we're going to pretend you don't fancy George then are we?" He winked smugly. I crossed my arms with annoyance visibly taking over me with my patience running thin.

"Seriously Lennon, why are you still in my house?" I asked with a huff watching his smug expression grow.

"Fine," He let out a happy sigh still terribly amused by my irritation. "I've got to get to rehearsal with the lads anyway." He added looking at his watch. I laughed mirthlessly sending him a sarcastic expression only making him chuckle. He ruffled my hair as if I were a child leading me to smack his hand away defensively.

"You're alright Epstein, we'll get on just fine." He smirked as I blew stray hairs away from my eyes.

"We'll get on just fine." I mocked him immaturely as he turned around to go to the door. As soon as the door shut behind him a let out a sigh. With these boys, I was strapped in for one hell of a ride.