"Grams, gramps?" I was taken aback seeing the two of them suddenly as George and I had been sat outside for a moment of fresh air.

I hadn't seen my grandparents in what seemed like forever, we were never as close as I would've liked to be, but in more ways than one it may have been better. They never really wanted to accept the death of my mother, and seeing me only reminded of the daughter they'd lost. I never said it was fair, but it kept everyone sane.

"Hello Penelope." My grandfather's smile grew warm although there was an undertone of sadness in his features.

"Paul called and told us Brian overdosed?" My grandmother questioned abruptly, horrified by the thought of it.

I nodded, my eyes brimming with tears.

"He's on the third floor, let's bring them up yeah?" George looked over at me to see if I was okay to go back up anxiously.

I agreed meekly grabbing onto his hand to follow him inside. My grandparents took interest in this, but I didn't have the strength to deal with their inquiries about the subject just yet.

As we went up in the elevator a voice began to nag in the back of my mind, what my father had told me. If my father had told the truth, they were partly responsible for casting out my father from my life.

When we arrived to the floor, George and I lead them to Brian's hospital room. Brian was woken up groggily, getting scolded by the boys for his recklessness.

"Poppy." Brian's eyes landed on me first with a sorrowful frown.

"Never be so stupid again." I grinned sadly, going over to his bedside and giving him a gentle hug, hearing him apologizing over and over again in my ear.

As I let him go his face contorted into a deeper sadness seeing his parents.

"Mum, Dad, I-" He looked unsure of what to say.

"We're just glad you're okay son." My grandfather looked on the verge of tears seeing him in the hospital bed.

Brian's eyes glazed over slightly as he looked down to his hands.

Brian cared a great deal about how he was viewed in the eyes of his parents, which was why he seemed so upset they there were seeing him in this way.
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Brian had taken a small recovery break from work to recover in the following week, while my grandparents stayed with us.

All I could think about when I saw them was if they'd done what I thought they'd done. It was almost unimaginable, they were so sweet and protective over Brian and I.

During the week I didn't get to see the boys much, but George had had begun to ask if he could take me to his trip to Tahiti with John and Cynthia although he told me understood that I might've not been ready to leave.

I wasn't sure if I had the heart to leave Brian, I felt I had been neglecting him ever since I'd come to London in the first place.

George, Brian, my Grandparents and I were all sat at the table for tea only a few days away from the vacation when George had asked about it again.

"What are you planning on your time off from work George?" My grandmother asked him curiously with a joyous grin.

"Well, John, his wife and I were going to go to Tahiti. I wanted to bring Poppy too, but I'm not sure if it's appropriate anymore." George spoke politely in attempt to wow my grandparents with his etiquette.

I don't think I'd seen George so flustered in a while.

"Poppy, you didn't tell me about that." Brian smiled brightly.

"Well, Brian you just got better, I-" I began.

"Don't worry about me love, really. I'm taken care of." He grinned sincerely motioning to my grandparents.

"You're sure?" I asked worriedly.

He nodded with an assuring grin.

I looked next to me to George, seeing a giant toothy grin light up his face.

"How long have the two of you been together?" My grandfather asked a tad but worried about the two of us taking such a grand trip together.

"Well, we met two years ago and dated for about a year, then just reconnected when I moved back out to London." I explained with a proud grin.

My grandmother looked surprise having had no clue we'd ever dated.

"I'd better start packing." I bit my lip giddily getting up, going over to Brian and giving him a big kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you." I whispered happily into his ear before going to my room beginning to gather some things.

George walked in behind me, going to lay down on my bed as I laid the suitcase down next to him.

He gazed at me intently as I leaned over the suitcase to put my clothes in.

"What's that?" George's eyes focus on my chest.

I was caught off guard as he leaned up to reach for my neck, only to gently hold the locket necklace I was wearing.

My cheeks turned a bright red. I'd forgotten I was wearing it completely.

He opened it to see a picture of his younger self and turned up the corners of his lips playfully.

"That's the one my mum gave ye', yeah?" George closed it, admiring it on my neck.

"Maybe." I shrugged turning to go back into my closet for clothes.

"I'm glad you kept it." He smiled softly to himself.

"Yeah, if Pattie would've had it it would be in the bottom of some river by now."  I teased returning to the suitcase.

"You've ruined the moment." He rolled his eyes falling back into the bed, crossing his hands behind his head.

"Does that mean I'm uninvited on vacation." I frowned jokingly, knowing well how much he wanted me to go.

"No." He sat back up abruptly, his eyes slightly widened.

"Right." I scanned over him quizzically at how strange he seemed to have suddenly gotten.

"Anyhow- would you like to come to my flat tonight to get together with the lads before we all go on holiday?" He quickly deflected the subject.

"Of course! Just let me go tell Brian." I grinned widely, going out into the hallway to tell him.

I heard my grandparents conversing with Brian almost sounding argumentative causing me to slow down.

I stopped to listened for a moment.

"-You can't just do to her what you did to Elizabeth. George is a good guy y'know." Brian spoke sternly, causing my head to spin with thoughts.

They'd really done what my dad had said they had.

"All we're saying is she'd better be careful." My grandmother spoke warily.

I felt sick to my stomach as I walked back into the room with George, the room still spinning as I realized further and further the entirety of what had really happened.

"You alright love?" George furrowed his eyebrows at me worriedly.

I shook my head before telling him everything that had happened.
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Later on George and I had went down to his flat to meet the boys, all of them already having been there.

I had felt better but it it still didn't sight right what my grandparents had done to my dad.

"So you and George are alright then?" Maureen whispered curiously, looking over to the boys in the kitchen as we sat together on the couch.

"Yeah." I bit my lip thinking about how long ago that agreement seemed to have been.

I still wasn't completely over what had happened between the two of us, but things were going well and I wasn't going to be the one to ruin it.

"So, no baby right? I think that calls for a drink." Jane said leaning over to the coffee table as she poured a shot and handed it over to me with a large smile.

I chuckled shaking my head as I swallowed it back with a full body cringe. I felt the burning sensation in the back of my throat as I began to warm up.

"I think I might need a few more of them." I laughed setting the shot glass back into the table.

"Is everyone excited for holiday?" Cynthia came to sit next to me, shaking my shoulder lightly.

"Virgin Islands here we come hey Mo?" Jane smiled.

Maureen smiled and nodded ecstatic for their trip with Paul and Ringo.

"It'll be nice to go somewhere with George y'know? We've never really gone anywhere." I smiled to myself in thought.

"Never?" Jane asked shocked.

"They haven't even ever been on a proper date." Cynthia giggled.

My eyebrows furrowed in thought. I guess we really hadn't.

"Well I guess things will change once we're in Tahiti." I smiled nervously.

Boy was I right.