“Yes, you can sleep here,” I was too tired to even deny him something, and besides, he was a Beatle, and who could deny something to a Beatle? 

   He looked happy to hear my tired voice say the words he wanted to hear.

  “Just don’t touch me or we gonna have a problem,” I added without thinking. I couldn’t process anything correctly at this time of the night.

  Paul chuckled and replied, “No bother ma’am, I’m pretty tired meself.” He got into the bed at my right, and as I asked, he stayed on his side without touching me at all.

  I wish he did anyways.

  What? No! That was my subconscious talking.

  I couldn’t resist staying awake for much longer. Some moments later, I just took my bus to my magical dreamland.

  When I woke up next morning, it was 7:03 o’clock. As usual, I never needed an alarm to wake up. I somehow just did. I had to be at work in an hour so probably my head just got used to getting up this early. 

  When I opened my eyes I saw a sleepy Paul still slumbering besides me. 

  My right arm was being embraced by him. Like he was totally holding from my arm like a little kid does to his teddy bear.

  I took some seconds to admire him. His eyelashes were so long and beautiful. Like the sunrays that appear every morning through my window. He also had the smoothest skin and lips.

 I could watch those lips for ages.

 And kiss them. 

 Oh my god subconscious, shut up already.

  This is not right, I’ve known the boy for like a day and you are already planning on kissing him? You are out of your mind.

  No, I am your mind.

  Right. And what about George?

  I don’t know, you should decide for one.

  Wait, am I really talking to myself right now?

  Uh, yes.

  Ok, this is awkward. I should just get up. But I really don’t wanna let go of Paul. This is like every fangirl’s dream!

  I turned my head to see the clock. It was 7:20! I was going to be late!

   I finally took my arm out of Paul’s sweet embrace as carefully as possible so I didn’t wake him up and headed to my bathroom to take a quick shower.

  Thank God, when I left the bathroom on my bathrobe to go look for some clothes in my wardrobe, he was still asleep. His hair was all messed up and it was the cutest thing in the world! I took a mental picture of this moment and came back to the bathroom to get dressed.

  It was 7:38 am and as the boutique was just two blocks away I still had some time to prepare breakfast. 

  I left some coffee and tea bags prepared next to the kettle and some bread for them to make toasts. I also left a note on the table, very much noticeable.

 Good morning sleeping beauties (especially you Rings, you are the most beautiful of them all): I left you some breakfast, you can take some butter or marmalade out of the fridge. I’m out for work until 12. Have fun. Don’t talk to strangers. The house keys are on top of the fireplace just in case.

  I left the house hoping that they wouldn’t turn it on fire or something

  The day was boring, and I couldn’t wait till I got home so I could spend time with the guys.

  Nothing special happened in the shop apart from a group of bridesmaids that came to choose their dresses for a wedding they were having in a couple of weeks, it was their best friend’s. 

  12 o’clock arrived and it was time to close and go home finally. 

  I expected to come back and see the house like a total mess, but much to my surprise, it was pretty neat.

  When I got into the kitchen, the boys were all there. With a meal prepared in the table.

  “Just in time, we were waiting for you Liz” George said when he saw me standing next to the door’s frame, looking directly at my eyes.

  “Did you prepare this all by yourselves?” I questioned incredulously.

  “Of course! We are 4 grown-ups; we can do some simple scran,” Ringo defended rubbing his nose. I can’t get over of how cute that little man is.

  I offered him a simple smile and sit between him and John.

  When we were in the middle of the meal John graciously took hold of his cup and gently hit the glass with his fork. We all stopped our little conversations and drew our whole attention to John, who started to talk with a strong accent.

  “Alright auld fellas, we’ve found ourselves surrounded by this delightful meal that our own hands had made possible to thank our lady miss Lizzy for allowing us to stay in her lovely house, as for this I propose a proper toast to her,” he said obviously exaggerating as our drinks were only lemonade and we were having only some simple fish and chips. Anyway, we all started clashing glasses and drinking our sour yet tasty drinks.

  After supper, I told the boys to change into their swim suits because we’d later go to the beach.

  When I saw them in their tight swimwear, it almost gave me a heart attack. They were wearing these cute, tight trousers that were either blue or black, and white t-shirts with white shirts. Again they couldn’t look any more ridiculously cute. 

  Oh my god, look at Ringo’s p-

  OK SUBCONSCIOUS THANK YOU. 

  “Shall we get going, or are you just gonna stay there staring all day?” George asked teasingly. I blushed and answered rapidly

  “Uh, what? No. let’s just go.”

  When we got to the beach the guys instantly converted into total kids, they were playing around, splashing each other with water. Some fans even recognised them and went over to them to say hi. 

  I, myself, chose to stay in the sand, working on my tan.

  And enjoy the view.

  Yep.

  There was this one moment a little 4-year-old girl went up to Paul and I could see by the shine in her eyes that she was a fan. She shyly introduced himself and started to play with the little girl as if they were siblings. He’d take her on his shoulders and run while she spread out her arms pretending to be a plane. I thought that there couldn’t be a thing even more adorable. 

  As I was watching the two "children", George came and sat beside me. He maintained his body with his two arms behind him. 

  “Nice day”

  “Yeah, there ain’t much like this. It’s generally pretty rainy down here.”

  “Welcome to England” he joked.

  Talking to George in person was totally different than writing each other by letters. I could notice that he expressed himself a lot more through cards than with actual words.

  It didn’t actually matter though. He had this sharpening sight that could read your soul just by looking at you directly in the eyes. He didn’t need to talk. Just by looking at me, I knew more than anything a written word could tell me.