My hands shook nervously as I walked down the stairs of the airplane. I had finally made it London, but a feeling in my stomach was telling me to turn back and go right back to Liverpool.

It had been two years since the boys had last moved to London from Liverpool. Since then the rise of "Beatlemania" has grown tremendously and the boys became loved by millions.

I had gone through two years of art school and was still managing the NEMS store back at home, it wasn't always easy but I managed on my own I suppose.

The boys were currently in the middle of filming their first motion picture "A Hard Day's Night", which is the reason why I had made the trip to London.

My uncle Brian's assistant had just quit on him out of nowhere and his first thought was to call me and insist I come down to London to fill in until he could find himself a replacement. Although I was hesitant to leave school, Brian had convinced me that London was filled with opportunities for me, and if there wasn't, the art college would always be waiting back in Liverpool when I get back.

Though he said he needed me desperately until he could find another assistant, I had strong suspicion it was only an excuse to get me to come down for a visit, knowing fully he could find himself a suitable replacement in an instant.

I searched through the sea of people at the bottom of the steps, looking for Brian.

"Poppy!" I heard Brian call from the crowd. My head shot over to the direction I heard him.

My eyes lit up and I smiled as my eyes met his face, filling me with a sense of relief. I quickly pushed through the crowd and threw my arms around Brian, squeezing him tightly.

"I missed you!" I squealed happily. The last I'd seen him was Christmas, and since it was already April I had some serious Brian withdrawals. He was such a busy man these days it was hard to see him at all anymore, he was managing other groups now as well as the boys, my mind boggled at the thought of it.

"I missed you too Penelope." He spoke warmly, joy gleaming in his brown eyes.

"How is everyone, how are you?" I asked excitedly as I broke away from the hug to speak to him.

"I'm doing well," Brain laughed. "The boys are good, they're on set today, the film is going fantastic so far." He grinned proudly.

"That's great Bri!" I smiled widely.

"We better get back to set soon, they think I went out for a coffee." He laughed with the slightest bit of mischief to his words. I raised an eyebrow in astonishment.

"They didn't know I was coming?" I asked curiously, almost sounding accusatory.

He smiled guiltily.

"It'll be a surprise." He sent me a sly smile as he motioned for me to walk ahead of him. I stared at him for a moment trying to decide if he was being serious or not.

I sighed and walked to the doors of the airport to go to the baggage claim.

I had never visited the boys in London before, most of the time they'd come to visit me in Liverpool when they were already around to visit their family. Just the other week Paul had come down with Jane to visit his dad, so I had gotten the chance meet the Jane Asher. She seemed like such lovely girl, I could tell Paul was really happy with her.

"How's Cynthia and Julian?" I asked curiously as we made it to the baggage claim inside of the airport.

"They're great! Cynthia has been badgering me to get you down here, they'll be on set tomorrow I'm sure." He grinned. I smiled down at my feet.

I had helped Cynthia through some pretty rough times once the boys had left, her parents had thrown her out of the house so I had let her stay in Brian and I's house from the middle of her pregnancy until she left with baby Julian to live in London with John. Julian's first birthday was just around the corner in eight days, I couldn't believe how long it had been already.

I watched as my luggage emerged from the baggage claim and picked it up, having slight difficulty because of how much I had packed.

Brian kindly took one of my bags for me as we headed for the car.

"Did Paul tell you?" He asked curiously as we walked through the crowded airport.

"About what?" I asked curiously, not sure what he meant.

"He and Jane moved in together." He spoke in a mildly disapproving tone. I creased my eyebrows together.

"And what's wrong with that?" I asked curiously. I thought it sounded great, Jane was a genuinely kind girl, I didn't see where it was wrong.

"You know Paul," he paused shaking his head.

"He's a flirt, one wrong move and he lands himself on the front papers causing bad publicity for the boys." He spoke worriedly.

Although I knew his worry was probably over nothing, I guess I understood what he meant. Jane was usually off shooting films often and Paul usually toured around, seeing hundreds of girls a day that would die to get their shot at "the cute Beatle".

"I guess." I shrugged and sighed.

Once my uncle and I had continued to get to the car and begin driving to the studio, I had been caught up with almost everything that was happening with my uncle and the boys. I enjoyed the stories Brian told of the boys he had that nearly gave him grey hairs to merely just recall.

"-and here is The Beatles with 'Not a Second Time'." The man on the radio introduced the next song making both my uncle and I snicker. It was still odd even to this day to hear their songs on the radio, it felt like not so long ago I had been watching them preform the songs in Liverpool.

We soon pulled up to Twickenham studios, and I reached into my purse quickly and pulled my inhaler out, taking a quick puff, feeling breathless and extremely nervous to see the boys all together again, something I don't think had happened since they had left to move to London.

We drove through the security check after my uncle was immediately recognized by the officer and parked, leaving me to tense up terribly, I couldn't help but have a terrible pit in my stomach. My mind was racing with every bad possible outcome, what if they didn't even care I came?

I stepped out of the car looking at the cloudy grey sky and sighed. I took a couple deep breaths to compose myself and walked alongside my uncle. I knew deep down there was something here I wasn't ready to face yet, but I wanted to just move on, I'm twenty years old now, it was time that I act grown up and get over it.

"They're probably right in the middle of their music scene, "And I Love Her"." Brian spoke with a thoughtful look on his face. I smiled, I always enjoyed their music, and although I'd never heard the song before I was sure I'd love it.

We walked through the front door with people immediately greeting my uncle and offering him things like beverages and snacks, innocent eyed and practically trembling. I almost giggled at how intimidated the workers seemed of Brian, he was one of the most unthreatening men I knew.

A couple hallways later we found ourselves in a big open film space with cameras focused on who I assumed to be the boys, although I could barely see them because of the distance between them and us in the spacious film studio.

We walked closer to them and the people off set watching the scene, making my heart pound more and more each step I took.

"Just keep very quiet until they call cut." My uncle instructed me. I nodded vigorously, watching fascinated as people around us carried props and clipboards around, looking to be on a very tight and urgent schedule. I couldn't imagine the work that went into films, this was all very new and exciting to me.

"A love like ours
Could never die-"

I listened to the loud music playing as the boys played along with it so they could overdub it to make the sound quality better later.

"Cut! John, what are you laughing at this time?" The director asked impatiently.

"Ringo is making faces." John tried to defend himself. When he noticed the director wasn't amused, his expression dropped.

"I'm sorry Sir. Lester, Richard Lester Sir." John blabbered on like his usual sarcastic self remaining poker faced, making me giggle.

"Alright, you know what, everyone take five! I've got to take an aspirin." The director sighed mumbling the last part, stepping away from his chair, rubbing his temples.

"John." My uncle grunted quietly to himself in a disappointed tone, shaking his head. I tried to suppress my smile as I watched John and Ringo laughing together.

"Let's go say hello." My uncle spoke up after a second with a grin once again.

"Brian I-" I started to speak uncomfortably as he lead me through the crew of people to the boys, my head turned to him with a terrified look in my eyes as I began to plead.

"Boys!" My uncle called happily, making me wince. They greeted him back with a chorus of hellos.

"Brian, wh-" I heard Paul start to say as I turned my head to them hesitantly, making Paul immediately stop his sentence and perk up, finally seeing my face.

I blushed nervously seeing all of the boys looking at me wordlessly as if they'd just seen a ghost, and forced a grin on my lips.

"Surprise." I sang, my voice cracking from my nerves.

My eyes locked on George's for a moment as I scanned over the boys, making a lump form in my throat. His kind brown eyes I remembered were clouded over and dull, not showing any sort of affection like I had used to see. I looked away quickly, a pain in my chest making me feel downcast.

I hadn't seen George much over the past two years, and when I did he would never visit me by himself. I wasn't sure how to take it, and now that I'd heard the news that he was dating a model an unsettling feeling was set in my stomach.

I knew I had to grow up and get past it like he did, but it wouldn't be as easy as I thought seeing his face again.

"What are you doing here?" Paul asked happily taking his bass strap off and setting it down, walking over with a bounce in his step.

"She's my new assistant for the time being." My uncle smiled confidently at me, making my cheeks turn to a deeper shade of red.

Paul quickly embraced me into a large hug, making me giggle as I hugged him back joyfully, pushing my previous thoughts from my head.

"Heya Paulie." I mumbled smushed against his chest as he squeezed me tightly. He chuckled, his chest vibrating against my ear. Something about Paul was always so comforting and endearing, even if he was now one of the biggest heart throbs in the world.

"It's nice to see you Poppy." He grinned as we broke away from the hug.

"It's nice to see you too Paul." I smiled up at him with a lingering warmth.

I noticed John, Ringo and George had also put down their instruments and were walking over to us as well.

"Hello Penelope." John smiled sarcastically.

"Hello Winston." I smiled back in the same tone, making his smile turn genuine for a moment.

"How's it back in good old Liddypool?" John smirked as they came to a halt in front of us.

"Same old as always. Mimi says hello, she also says she read your book." I cracked a huge grin as his smirk grew knowingly.

Mimi absolutely hated the book John wrote "In His Own Write", she thought John was completely insane for publishing it, she says it sounded like a schoolboy wrote it and that it was all rubbish.

"That makes one of us." Ringo cracked making everyone laugh except for John. John's expression dropped for a moment as he stared at the drummer mirthlessly.

"Hello Rings." I grinned at the electric blue eyed drummer who's face became solemn underneath John's glare.

I had been so happy when the news that Ringo had joined the band and replaced Pete. It was slightly bittersweet however, because he had left for London as well, leaving me with one less friend in Liverpool. I had to admit I thought he was much more fit for the band than Pete, they got on better than Pete and the boys.

Minnie was the only really close friend I had back in Liverpool, but she was always very busy, she was a married woman now with triplets, three little Rory Storm's running around.

"Hello Poppy." Ringo smiled back sincerely.

My eyes traveled along the boys delightedly, they all looked so mature, it made it seem like I hadn't seen them in so long.

My eyes met George's once again, as they were glued directly on me, watching my every move with a solemn expression.

I looked away quickly to my uncle, opening my mouth to try and excuse myself to the washroom to escape the tension, but being interrupted by the director once again.

"Okay boys! Take your places!" He called making me sigh in relief.

I bit my lip as the boys excused themselves from my uncle and I and took their places to shoot the scene.

Something told me this would be a rough few weeks for my heart.