With all these thoughts running through my mind, we finally reached the hotel. The girls in front of the hotel didn't frighten me anymore. I was actually used to them and the loud screams.

Once again, we got out of the car while the police rounded up the girls away from us. The boys waved, and we ran inside the lobby. I could pretty much block the screams out from my ears now. It just sounded like one big blur of noise.

Without even saying hello to the hotel manager, we ran down the hall to our room. I heard Brian behind us yelling "Goodnight!" We yelled goodnight back and opened the door to our room. I threw myself on me and Paul's bed. I mean, I was really tired. A day in the life with The Beatles is not all fun and games. It's hard getting around all those vicious girls...

The boys laid down on their beds. I scooted over so Paul could lay down on the bed, too. He smiled and gently laid down next to me. I also thought it was pretty funny that Ringo and John had to share a bed. But at least the bed was rather large. And, of course, George got his own bed. George's bed was smaller than the others, though. That's probably why I sleep with Paul.

"So-uh- love I've been needing to ask you something," Paul asked, nervously. I bit my lip. "Sure, what is it?" "Well, do you have a mate? You know, a boyfriend?" he asked, looking down. I smiled. Right before I could answer, John interrupted. "Hey lovers we are going down to have lunch in the lobby, Brian got us hamburgers, do you care to join?" John asked, with Ringo and George following him. Paul and I shook our heads. "I think we are going to stay up here for a bit and chat." Paul replied, still looking at me as we laid down. John smirked. "Chat, eh? Well have a nice "chat." 

George, John, and Ringo left the hotel door. I could hear them laughing and making fun of Paul. I thought it was rather funny.

"To answer your question, no. I don't have a boyfriend." Paul smiled, causing me to smile too. "Fantastic." Paul said as he leaned closer to me. "Uh-Alice?" "Yes, Paul?" "Can I-uh- kiss you? Just once." Paul said leaning closer to my lips. I nodded. "Heh, thanks." Paul said as he leaned his lips against mine. I closed my eyes and felt his sweet lips on mine. It was so...amazing. I mean, it was just a peck. No makeout or anything. It was sensational.

I leaned away and smiled at him. "That was wonderful." Paul said, grinning back at me, "Thanks for letting me do that." "It was my pleasure." I said, happily giggling. My stomach knotted. I've just never been this happy, probably in my entire life. Just staring into his eyes made me nervous. His smile made me melt inside. I mean, how could you not love Paul?

But then I remembered the clock. As much as I loved being here with Paul, I had to get home. And the only way to get home is to tell Paul. I needed some help. 

"Paul, I need to tell you something. But you might think I'm crazy.." I said, with a worried look on my face. "Tell me anything , love." After he said that, I just blurted out everything that happened. I told him about the thrift store, the large man in it, my bike, ending up in 1964, and I even got up to show him my clock. I didn't even stop talking to see his reaction. I just kept explaining and explaining. Until finally, I ran out of breath from telling everything. I breathed heavily, holding the clock, and looked up to see a surprised look on his face. 

"So-you are like-actually from the year 2012?" he said. Still breathing hard, I nodded. "Do you believe me?" Surpisingly, he nodded. "Yes, I believe you, even though it sounds crazy. Where did you live in 2012?" "I lived in Hamburg. I think it's kind of by here in Liverpool." I replied to his question. "Me and the boys were just in Hamburg! I think I saw the thrift store you were talking about. But, the man wasn't old and large, he was rather buff and young." I laughed. "That's because it's 1964." I said, still laughing. Paul laughed too. "Oh, yeah, right." Paul said, smiling at me,"Well, we could sneak out of the hotel and take a bus to Hamburg is you want." I nodded. "Let's go."