"I love this song." Pattie smiled to George turning up the radio giggling as "I Saw Her Standing There" began to play.

I smiled mirthlessly watching them chat together on the other side of the room.

I cradled a wine bottle to my chest as I sat in the middle of a love seat on my own getting further and further from sobriety.

I noticed Paul coming into the living room out of the corner of my eye as I stared at Pattie with anger burning in my bloodshot eyes.

"This song was about you y'know." Paul spoke quietly as he sat down beside me.

"Y'what?" My jaw dropped as my head snapped over to Paul, in utter shock.

He looked down to his hands smiling as a slight blush spread across his cheeks.

"It was?" I became excited as I grabbed onto his hand joyfully.

He looked up at me, remaining wordless as he stared into my eyes with a small smile.

I wasn't even sure what to think, my head started to spiral with thoughts about when Paul had wrote it and preformed it at the cavern club. I must've been so oblivious then, I feel like I hadn't noticed him at all in that way.

"It's a shame I had never told you before." His smile dropped slightly.

"No, it's alright. I'm so glad I know now." I smiled widely in a childlike manner.

The lyrics became more real and sincere as I listened to it like it was written about me. I smiled to myself reminiscing on those days that seemed so far behind us. I was glad Paul had found Jane, he deserved to be loved.

I looked up to Pattie and George again and realized they were tangled in each others arms sharing a sloppy kiss as Pattie was sat on George's lap on the other couch, nearer to Paul and I than before.

I brought the wine bottle to my lips and began to tilt my head back when Paul swiped the drink from my hands swiftly, stopping me.

"How long have you had this?" Paul asked examining the bottle that was already half empty.

I shrugged smiling reaching over him to retake it. As I did so, he moved it further from me completely extending his arm as I stretched over him.

"You're cut off love." He spoke protectively sighing.

I huffed and crossed my arms giving up.

"Thank you." Ritchie interrupted coming into the room taking the wine bottle from Paul's hand that was extended outwards and started to chug it.

Paul stared blankly at Ringo, who was smiling satisfied as he went to sit on the other side of me.

"This is the good stuff." Ringo said looking at the label.

"It's the good stuff." I repeated what Richie said as I looked to Paul in agony.

Paul rolled his eyes playfully.

"They're sweet aren't they?" John asked walking up to the three of us pointing to Pattie and George still sharing a uncomfortable long make out session.

I frowned slightly as I stared at John, crestfallen. John smiled at me goofily with slight mischief in his eyes.

"Break it up! It's not that kind of party!" John exclaimed loudly looking over to them abruptly, throwing his arms in the air in annoyance.

They broke away from each other quickly, startled.

Pattie wiped the corner of her mouth as she turned away from George to look at me, sending me a smug smirk.

I grit my teeth annoyed seeing her turn back to George and pecked his lips once more, looking in his eyes lovingly.

She had been doing things like this all night, she really didn't care for me and she wanted to make sure she plunged the dagger further and further into my heart. I could tell she knew that George and her was still a sensitive topic for me and I was trying to get used to it, and she was taking advantage of it.

"I love you." Pattie grinned happily looking deeply into George's eyes.

George gulped, looking terrified.

"I-I-" He stuttered. It seemed like that had been the first time she had said that to George.

I grit my teeth angrily, feeling like I could explode.

She's a bloody fucking wanker.

"What was that?" John began to chuckle at me slightly surprised.

"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"You said that out loud." Ringo informed me with a whisper, slowly bringing the wine bottle to his lips with a grimace.

"Oh, I did?" I stumbled over my words than began to giggle at myself.

I looked back up to George and Pattie once more, seeing that was Pattie staring at me, steam practically coming out of her nose.

I gulped and my eyes widened, instantly stopping my laughter in realization of what I had done.

Pattie stood up from George's lap quickly.

"If you've got a problem with me, you can just go." Pattie tried to remain calm, her face reddening with anger.

I could tell she was rather tipsy herself, her attitude seeming much more confident now than she had been. She was a bit more intimidating this way, towering over me with a bitter glare, I felt more frightened than I had been before of her.

"Alright, in that case I'll go." John spoke dryly, walking away to the kitchen where Jane and Cynthia were still chatting.

"S-sorry." I stood up in embarrassment of my big drunken mouth wanting to go home before I made it worse than it already was.

As I rose I felt very ill, the room completely spinning around me.

Before I even started to comprehend what had happened, I was bent over and projectile vomiting on Pattie's high heel shoes.

I heard her shriek as I was hunched over swallowing down terrible taste that remained in my mouth.

Once I composed myself, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand feeling that a few tears were falling from my eyes in utter humiliation. I was absolutely mortified, looks like I had just managed to make it a billion times worst than it was.

I looked up after a minute realizing Pattie was winding up her arm, then felt a sharp pain in my eye where her fist collided with my face.

"Pattie, what the hell?!" I heard George yell as I fell back on the couch, loosing consciousness.

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I woke up with a jolt remembering what had happened last night instantly. I felt the pain in my eye as I put my hand to it, realizing I could barley see out of it at all.

I had been finally woken up by Cynthia a half of an hour after I'd been knocked out. Everyone had left by then and she let me stay the night in their guest room, lending me a pair of pyjamas I could wear to bed. I was exhausted so I was very thankful Cynthia had been so kind.

I walked over to the wall that had a mirror to see the damage and gasped at my swollen purple and discoloured black eye with horror. It belonged in a boxing ring, Pattie really knew how to throw a goddamn punch.

My head was throbbing and I felt like crap from drinking so much yesterday. I looked like crap as well, the black eye was anything but subtle.

"Poppy, are you up?" Cynthia whispered poking her head in.

"I'm such an idiot." I covered my face with my hands shaking my head.

I turned around sullenly.

"No you're not Penelope. I shouldn't have let you drink so much. I can't believe Pattie actually punched you." Cynthia spoke comfortingly as she walked into the room.

"What am I supposed to tell Brian? And how am I to ever show my face to anyone ever again after yesterday, I completely wrecked the party." I massages my temples beginning to think over everything from last night.

"Well, maybe Brian doesn't have to know, I only told him yesterday that you were staying the night. Anyway, no one thinks it's your fault what happened yesterday. You should've seen how upset George was with Pattie. He went off on her." Her eyes widened as she recalled George's reaction.

I shifted slightly, perking up with that news.

"What do you mean Brian doesn't have to know?" I asked in confusion, there was no way I was getting this one past him.

"You let me sort that one out, come on." She motioned for me to follow her.

She lead me out to the kitchen and let me put a bag of frozen peas to my eye to stop the swelling.

Soon John came into the kitchen with a suit and dark sunglasses, holding Julian.

"Good morning girls." John smiled handing off Julian to Cynthia.

"You look like shite." John smiled at me.

"I'm aware." I smiled back at him sarcastically, putting down the peas to reveal my eye even more.

John winced at the sight of my eye.

"I still can't believe she did that." John shook his head, tilting down his sunglasses and squinting at it with a disgusted look on his face.

Julian mimicked his dad, watching John for direction as he shook his head along with him.

"Well, I did call her a bloody fucking wanker and then vomited on her shoes." I shrugged knowing that this wasn't completely her fault and that I wasn't completely innocent.

"Yeah but you would've never physically harmed her, or, anyone for that matter." Cynthia scoffed bouncing Jules on her hip.

The room fell quiet as John grabbed an apple.

"Well, I better go down to the film studio now, films don't make themselves now do they?" John stuffed the apple in his pocket and leaned over, placing a peck on Cynthia's lips then Julian's head.

"Love you John." Cynthia grinned.

"Love you Cyn." John smiled down at her lingering for a moment.

"I'll see you later kid, take care of the eye." John smiled at me as he passed by me to the front door.

"Bye Johnny." I sighed as I brought the bag of peas back up to my eye, wincing from the cold.

"I ruin everything don't I?" I spoke up to Cynthia after hearing John leave out the door after thinking what a mess things had been since I arrived.

"That's nonsense! Tell you what, help me plan Julian's birthday tomorrow to get your mind off things and we'll fix that eye so Brian will never know anything happened." Cynthia smiled.

Julian started to babble nonsense after hearing his name.

I laughed genuinely smiling at the two of them.

"Alright Cynthia." I tried to smile.

I felt better having Cynthia 'round. I needed to get my mind of things, anything to get the terrible feeling I got when I thought about George and Pattie. I just wanted to forget it all.