The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

I Saw Her Standing There (Chapter 31)

"Where are we headed?" I say, causing George to chuckle. His brown eyes scan mine as he covers his lips with his long fingers.

"I was thinking we could go to a parlour so that I could get my hair cut." George says, shaking his head. "It's been bothering me a bit."

"I can't believe we're doing this." I say, chuckling as I look to the floor. Why does George bring out this side of me?

"I can." George smiles, handing me my peacoat and gloves. I look up at him and slip them on, watching him from the corner from my eye as he puts on his coat and shoes. I find my flat shoes and put them on.

"Do I look good enough for a pretend interview?" I tease, causing George to smile. His Harrison smile.

"I'm sure Brian wouldn't be too fond of the bun." George smirks before flicking my hair and opening the door behind me. I blush slightly and curse myself slightly for doing so. I have to control myself.

"Good morning, Carol." I turn around and see John staring at me. Something in his eyes startles me and I nod hello. "Where's Paul?"

"We thought he was with you." George says, looking at me for reassurance. I nod and pat down my coat. 

"He was supposed to meet me a few minutes ago. I'll go look for him." John says, before walking away. "I hope you two are coming to the party tonight." He waves his hand to dismiss us and I look at George. 

"I wonder where Paul is." 

George looks at our door and closes it. "I wouldn't worry." I look at the carpeted hotel floor and let my eyes scan the patterns. I wonder who designs these anyways.

"Let's go, love." George notices my gaze and begins to walk. I follow him, allowing my mind to race with thoughts about Christmas. I hope today will be something to remember.

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"You okay?" George says, his cheeks flushed red from the cold as we exit outside. I look at him with an eyebrow raised slightly.

"Of course. Why?"

George puts his hands in his coat pockets and looks away, somewhat bashfully. "You looked lost in thought at the hotel."

I smile a bit and tilt my head slightly. "I was just thinking about Christmas."

"Don't think too much - that's never any good." George smiles a bit and takes his hands out of his coat to begin walking. I follow beside him and smell strawberries. Shouldn't I be doing these things with Paul?

"You feel bad for leaving Paul." George whispers as we walk down the street. I hear children and parents laughing on the streets, and follow my gaze towards the noise. I feel slightly nostalgic about times before my father left me and my mother.

"I feel lots of things, I suppose." 

George lets his hands run down my arms softly. "I wish they'd good."

I look to George and smile slightly. It's Christmas, after all. I ought to think of good thoughts.

"I'm one of the luckiest girls alive, being here with The Beatles. Why wouldn't I be happy?" I laugh a bit and pull my gloves up slightly. I feel George's breath closer to my ear than usual.

"I'm not Paul, love. No need to hide how you feel."

I look at George and slightly scowl. I notice his eyes widen, realizing that his words must have not been as affective as he had hoped. I don't understand why George can be so kind and yet so jealous at the same time.

"I can do just fine without your attitude." I say, slightly hurt by his words. I tell Paul how I feel...right?

"Sorry, love. I went too far there." George rubs his neck softly, embarrassed and I can't help but look at his eyes.