"Penelope Anne if you don't mind I'd like to talk to you in the other room." Brian spoke  beginning to rise from his chair.

"If I can Brian, I'd like to explain." George cut in. My uncle looked at him skeptically for a moment, sitting back down.

"I came over for the papers that you called about this morning, and well, Poppy was here and I wanted to bring her sightseeing, I'm really sorry, it was all my idea." He spoke with guilt showing.

"I have been calling you all day George. We were supposed to go out for lunch after my photoshoot, remember? Instead you go running off with your ex girlfriend for the day?" Pattie raised her voice in annoyance, completely out of patience in disgust.

"And that doesn't excuse Poppy's actions, she chose to go." My uncle spoke disappointedly.

"With George." She spat with venom lacing her words with what almost seemed to be jealousy. I haven't a clue why she would be insecure about her relationship with George,  I mean who would pick a nobody over a gorgeous super model?

"Poppy I think-" My uncle began sternly. I already had enough, between this confrontation and meeting my father I just couldn't handle any more stress.

"- I met Dad." I interrupted with a sigh in need to get it off my chest feeling like the walls were closing in on me with all the shouting going around.

Brian's face dropped into horror.

"Y'what?" He rose from his chair unsure if he had heard me correctly.

"I saw him at a park." I lingered shaking my head trying to push back the tears I felt rising.

"He recognized me y'know," I continued, "he kept a picture of mum and I in his wallet, which was pretty full of quid seeing that he's a lawyer now." I spoke bluntly, walking straight to my room without saying another word to keep myself from crying in front of everyone.

I could've sworn I heard Pattie scoff at me as I rushed out of the room making my heart sink.

I shut the room door and locked it behind me, finally letting go and allowing myself to sob like I desperately needed to, crashing down into the bed.

I cried into my pillow muffling the sobs, trying to relieve my frustration.

There was so much I didn't understand but I didn't know if I wanted the answers, all I knew is that my father had run away from home when he found out my mother was pregnant, leaving us for the ten years before she had passed, but maybe there was something more to it contrary to what I've always thought. I don't think he would've been so contented to see me if it were as simple as that.

I wanted so desperately to hate him, but thinking about him I just couldn't, he didn't seem like the low life I had envisioned for the first twenty years of my life. I just wanted to know why he had hurt me the way that he did.

Minutes passed and I no longer heard Pattie and George's loud argument, now complete silence lingered throughout the entire apartment signalling their departure.

I heard a knock at my door.

"Go away." I replied shortly, trying my best not to sound like I was crying.

"Poppy, please talk to me." Brian spoke on the other side of the door.

"There's nothing to talk about. We knew it would happen one day." I sniffled as tears flowed down my cheeks.

"Are you really going back to Liverpool?" He asked with hurt.

I wiped my eyes with my hands and got up from the bed, trying to not look like I had been crying when I opened the door.

Brian's hand was leaning against the doorframe as I did so, his worried expression changing to relief as the door opened.

"I just don't know anymore Brian." I shook my head as I bit firmly down on my lower lip.

He pulled me into his chest and gave me a comforting hug as he stroked my hair. I cried into his chest wrapping my arms around him tightly.

"George explained everything. That was, when Pattie wasn't shouting on about loyalty." Brian chuckled making me laugh slightly.

"It just hurts." I swallowed hard becoming sullen as I closed my eyes.

"I know." He replied softly.

We passed a few minutes in silence as we shared a well needed hug.

I was thinking how thankful I was for Brian, he's always been able to get me through rough times in my life when no one else was. I guess that was the reason I have never even entertained the idea of wanting to search for my father, I thought I already had all I needed.

"Why don't I get us some ice cream and we can watch some television?" He smiled as we broke away from the hug.

"I'd like that." I smiled nodding.

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We spent the remainder of the night just the two of us together talking, which seemed to be the first time in forever considering Brian's busy schedule. He was still upset about George and I leaving the apartment but I could tell he was trying to show compassion after my reunion with my father.

I had talked it over with Brian and although part of me wanted to forget I had met my father, I needed closure, I needed the question marks in my life to be answered.

The next day we had driven up to the EMI recording studio so the boys could record some of the songs for their new record that aren't going to be featured in the movie.

I knew also that they're recording the title song for the film, which I've been dying to hear ever since I had heard the title of their film.

"You'll love George Martin, he's a brilliant producer." My uncle smiled as he walked through the front doors of the EMI recording studio.

I smiled and nodded as the receptionist greeted the both of us.

"I'll show you to the studio." Brian grinned begging to walk down a hallway.

I followed him obediently until we reached the recording studio.

I gasped seeing the inside of the studio as Brian opened the door for me. I stepped inside and spun around slowly taking in the beauty that was the spacious recording area. Many expensive looking instruments were set up along the walls all in order and very proper.

I glided a finger across a grand piano admiring it with a grin.

"Would you like to hear a number?" A voice asked over a speaker.

I jumped at the voice before seeing a man descend the stairs from a mixing booth.

"That's George." My uncle smiled.

"Oh, hello Mr. Martin, I'm Brian's niece Poppy. I'm a big fan of your work with the boys." I grinned as he stepped onto the ground floor and approaching my uncle and I.

"So this is the famous Poppy Epstein." Mr. Martin smiled pausing for a moment.

"Well, Thank you love, and call me George." He grinned.

"Alright, George." I giggled slightly.

"How many songs are we looking at today?" My uncle asked kindly to the producer.

"We're hoping for five, but knowing the boys we're looking at about one." George joked making us laugh.

"We'll see about that one George." John challenged from behind us as he and Ringo also entered the studio carrying their things in.

"We came to work." Ringo nodded in agreement unable to even keep a straight face while saying that sentence, ending up letting out a small chuckle.

"Poppy love, can you fetch me some tea?" John asked grinning foolishly.

"What do I look like to you Lennon? Your assis-" I complained seeing my uncle give me a look out of the corner of my eye.

"Oh, that's right. I am an assistant." I sighed.

"I'll be back then, it was so lovely meeting you George." I grinned warmly at the kind man I had just had the pleasure of meeting.

"And you as well." George grinned back. I turned and began to walk to the doors of the studio remembering I had no idea where the kitchen or the tea was.

I saw John was smirking at me to which I rolled my eyes, sometimes John Lennon was too John Lennon for his own good.

I opened the door deciding I could find the kitchen on my own, seeing Paul as I exited the studio doors.

"Hello Poppy love." Paul winked happily as he saw me.

"Hello Paul." I grinned back shyly as he walked closer.

"Erm, While I've got you, I'm terribly sorry but I have no idea where the kitchen is and I've been requested to make tea." I smiled wearily just as Paul was about to pass me.

His face illuminated with delight as he came to a stop.

"No problem love, take a left, then it's the fourth door on your right." He instructed exuberantly.

"Thank you so much Paul." I grinned before beginning to make my way to the kitchen.

My mind began to wander back to my father as I was finally alone again. I wondered what he was doing at that moment, and if he was waiting for me to call him.

I didn't even want to entertain the idea of Paul, John and Ringo finding out about my dad, they were like protective older brothers to me so I decided it would be best if I just kept quiet about it for now.

As I entered the kitchen, I saw there was a few stray people sitting down at some of the tables, two of them being Pattie and George. They were talking to one another very lovingly, seeming to be on cloud nine, making me want to pretend I hadn't walked into the room and go back to the recording studio and hide.

I watched as Pattie's eyes met mine and her smile dropped.

George turned around and smiled as he saw me. I smiled slightly back at him before beginning to walk to the stove to get the tea together.

I wasn't intimidated by Pattie, but I really didn't want to make her angry, I promised myself I would be mature about their relationship and move on, so if distancing myself from her was what I had to do, I guess I'd have to do it.

"George." I heard Pattie scold whispering angrily.

I smirked slightly to myself as I filled the tea kettle with water.

After a couple minutes I heard someone get up and walk to the fridge. I looked beside me and saw George looking through the refrigerator.

I looked back to the tea bags trying to remember how John likes his tea.

"Poppy." George spoke softly as he closed the refrigerator door and came closer.

I looked to him with a small smile.

"I'm not supposed to talk to you," he said peering back to Pattie. "-but I was wondering, how have you been?" He asked intently, awaiting patiently for an answer.

"I'm fine," I nodded despite my urge to tell him about everything that was going through my head.

"I'm staying in London." I continued smiling hoping to lighten his mood.

He looked relieved as he grinned at the revelation.

"That's great news." He spoke pleasantly.

"I'm glad you think so." I grinned amused seeing Pattie walking up to beside George.

"Come one George, they're probably waiting for you in the studio." Pattie smirked grabbing George's hand in attempt to taunt me in some way.

George did nothing to protest, silently going with her like a lost puppy.

I grinned as the two of them left. I tried not to let her bother me because I knew all she needed was a reaction to feel like she's somehow won.

Anyhow she was jealous over nothing, George and I were only friends now, I was moving on just like he did.