I heard footsteps enter through the doorway of the living room, making me turn my head away from my sketchbook. Paul's smile lit up his face as his eyes landed on me, walking over to the couch I had sprawled myself out of drowsiness in hopes to get some drawing done.

It was pretty late into the night and I figured they had just finished up in the dining room, hearing the shuffle of chairs become very prominent in the flat.

Paul lifted my legs for a moment and sat down under them, laying them back down on top of his lap.

"Draw me." Paul stated simply throwing his head back and posing over dramatically.

"You're a git." I chuckled playfully, seeing him gasp playfully at my statement.

"Well it takes one to know one now doesn't it?" Paul raised an eyebrow speaking dryly in a disgusted manner making me giggle.

"I better be off." John interrupted as he talked to the other boys putting on his hat once again as he appeared through the kitchen doorway.

"Thank god, I thought you'd never leave." I jested him playfully as he reached the front door.

"Cheeky." He responded funnily looking back to me with a large smirk.

"Goodnight John." Paul nodded at him with a grin.

John went out the door to get back home as Brian, Ringo and George came into the living room as well. I noticed George glance this way, turning his head back quickly, looking down at his hands.

I tried not to read into his actions too much considering that he had given me the letter that had been so thoughtful and sweet, but it still seemed like we were tiptoeing around each other, and I really didn't want it to be this way anymore, I just wanted to move past it all.

"Paul stop ticking my feet." I insisted, interrupting my own thoughts after feeling his index finger drawing circles on the bottom of my feet gently.

He continued ticking more aggressively, smiling maniacally while the three others talked, not paying any attention to Paul and I.

I kicked my feet out of his grasp trying not to laugh, sitting up straight immediately and shoving him gently making him laugh.

"Wanker." I suppressed a grin fixing my hair after been laying down on it for so long waiting for the meeting to be done.

"We better go as well, it's pretty late." I overheard George speaking tensely, seemingly very uncomfortable.

"Yeah, Mo's calling me tomorrow to tell me how her flight yesterday was, I have to be awake for it." Ringo agreed looking at his watch, his eyes widening at his realization that it was already past midnight.

I smirked over at Ringo knowingly, it was really only a matter of time until Maureen came and moved out here, he would fly her out just a couple days at a time to do something and I'm certain that was becoming strenuous for the both of them.

"Understood, well I'm glad you boys could come up to the flat and have this meeting, we all know how busy your schedules are." My uncle laughed.

"Thanks for having us Bri," George grinned politely at my uncle.

"but, we really should go now, right Paul? I mean, I'm sure Jane is waiting back at home for you right now." George forced a smile looking towards in Paul and I's direction with a slight undertone of distrust, almost seeming frustrated with Paul.

"Oh, probably, yeah." Paul nodded seeming slightly confused to why George felt the need to point it out so brashly.

He stood up joining the other two at the door after giving me a quick goodbye hug.

I rubbed my eyes as I stood up, putting my sketchbook down on the coffee table. I was ready to fall into bed and pass out, I was so drained by the long day of being on set, running around like a chicken with my head cut off to get stuff done for my uncle.

"We'll see you lot Friday at the studio." My uncle smiled as they walked out the door.

"Goodbye." I smiled and waved as the three of them filed out the door. I watched George toss one last look at me before my uncle shut the door and turned around, looking utterly exhausted.

"I'm going to bed, goodnight Poppy." He said loosening his tie and walking over to me to kiss my cheek.

"Goodnight Bri." I smiled warmly, my eyes already shutting.

I looked at the door once more hopefully as if someone would come back to talk for awhile before I went to sleep, before sighing and turning to walk to my room after Brian had already gone to his room.

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The next day, Brian and I had the day off because they weren't shooting today, but it didn't mean we weren't busy. My uncle had a very important meeting to go to, saying that I needed to wait at the flat for an important phone call about Cilla Black's newest record and write down what the man on the phone says.

I was trying to keep myself busy while I waited by watching tv, but I could only be entertained by reruns for so long. I was going to go insane waiting alone inside all day, I had already been waiting for four hours.

There was a sudden knock at the door taking me out of my thoughts.

I looked at the door curiously, getting up from the couch and straightening my myself out, I really didn't look the greatest today, I hadn't bothered doing my own hair or makeup because I thought I wouldn't even be going outside at all.

"George?" I smiled in puzzlement seeing him as I opened the door.

"Oh, sorry Poppy, Brian called this morning and said he had some papers for me to pick up, is he home?" He stood scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, stuttering slightly through his words.

"No sorry, but I think maybe he left the papers on the kitchen table though." I squinted back at a stack of papers Brian had told me something about that I didn't pay attention to when he was on his way out of the doors.

"Oh, come in." I spoke suddenly remembering my manners.

He walked through the door seeming to be slightly anxious, as was I as bit my pinky nail.

"I think they're over there if you want to check them out." I spoke shyly shutting the door behind him.

He walked over to the papers, beginning to look through them when the sound of the timer I set went off.

"The biscuits." I gasped quietly wide eyed, walking over to the stove grabbing an oven mit.

Carefully, I reached into the stove after turning it off and pulled out the chocolate chip biscuits, taking in the wonderful smell as I stared in awe at the golden brown sweets. I turned around and placed them on a hot pad on the counter, proud I hadn't burned the flat down while making them.

"Biscuit?" I smiled goofily to George, who was watching with curiosity.

"Yes please." He smiled looking more relaxed, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the treats as he picked up the papers he'd came for from the table.

I moved one of them onto a plate and extended it towards George, who took it graciously.

"So where's Brian off to today?" George wondered before taking a large bite of the biscuit.

"Some meeting, he told me to wait home for an important call." I shrugged frowning slightly, I was terribly bored, there was nothing to do locked away inside all day on my own.

He nodded with a mouthful before swallowing it all down. I walked over to the fridge to get him a glass of milk.

"Bah, there's nothing to do here is there?" George looked around, scrunching his nose.

"Unless you call raiding Brian's cupboards something, I guess not." I laughed pouring the contents of the milk carton into a glass.

I walked back and slid the glass over to him with a grin watching as he took a large swig happily.

"So, What are you doing on your day off?" I asked cheerfully breaking the moment of awkward silence between the two of us.

"Probably nothing, it's rare that I get to do that anymore." George spoke looking exhausted to just think about it.

"Well If you wanted you could always stay and do nothing with me? I'm going to go mad staring at the television all day by myself." I shook my head, the offer sounding more like a weary question.

A lump sat in my throat, realization sinking in quickly. I must've already gone mad, because I'm not sure where the sudden burst of confidence to ask him to stay up here came from, he was most likely about to completely shut me down and leave me embarrassed I even said anything.

I haven't a clue why I had just started to feel so comfortable talking to him again like I used to do, it just seemed so, natural.

"Doing nothing is harder than I thought." I spoke again before he could, rubbing my forehead with my clammy hand, trying to think about something else except for my embarrassment.

There was a long pause, making my stomach churn with anticipation, anything he had to say was better than the silence clouding over the room.

"Then let's go and do something." George grinned, making my eyes widen.

"What do you mean?" I asked apprehensively, shocked he even proposed it.

"Haven't you ever wondered what the downtown London looks like?" He asked laughing, slightly tense.

"Yeah, but I'm supposed to stay here-" I spoke drifting off seeing George's gentle gaze stuck on my eyes.

I bit my tongue almost hoping he would talk me into it, continuing to stare into his warm brown eyes.

"Well, Brian should be home soon anyway, he'll be here to answer it I'm sure." George assured me making me grin.

"I guess you're right." I nodded in agreement, making him straighten his posture and grin back widely. I would let my future self worry about this one.