𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 (𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴)

❛❛chapter eighteen: boiling over❜❜

Something sat with me all night as I tried to sleep. I felt guilty about making Noah angry like I was the one to blame. I knew I had nothing to be sorry for in my brain, but I felt quite the opposite in my heart. Kip had told me all these things that I had done wrong for the past month, which sunk in my head. Maybe that had to do with my guilt.

I had hope that tomorrow things would be different, that's why I told John I couldn't leave. I needed to sort matters out and possibly get an apology from Noah. I think I deserve one, sort of... I did snoop around his side of the bed. Then again, he hid the fucking letters and hung up every call I got from the lads. They might've thought I died!

I just wonder what he is doing. Hopefully not trashing my house. I turned over on my other side. I swear to god if he is ruining my home, I'll kill him.

❧May 12, 1961☙

Before I did anything this morning, I called Jack. I wanted to talk about when I'd be able to actually do some out-of-country shoots. I brought my knees up to my chest as the phone rang.

Finally, he picked up, "This is Jack Young speaking."

I grinned, "'Ello Jack. It's Eliza."

"Eliza, dear! How are you doing?"

"I- Erm," I lied, "I'm great. Never better."

"That's splendid, happy you are doing better. I actually was going to call you later today, but since you are here, I'll go ahead and tell you. I got you a job, but it's in Hamburg. You know the place you went to for your first photoshoot?"

"Ahh, yes, I do."

My heart started pounding; Hamburg? I'd get to see John, and of course Paul, George, and Stuart. It worked out nicely and meant I would have a pleasant place to stay in Germany because Jack always got the best. He was too kind to me, and I cherished him for it.

Jack sighed, "Right, well, it's there. I said you'd take the job because you've been asking about it. The only downside is it's a bit late notice. You are alright with it being in five days?"

I shook my head even though he couldn't see, "Yes, I'm fine with it."

When Jack said something was in five days, it usually meant you were leaving the next day. He liked me to be early, so I had some time to settle in. He hated making me arrive and then do the shoot the next day. In complete honesty, I was totally fine with leaving now. I didn't really have any reason to stay here other than getting an apology from Noah. I couldn't go till I had that.

My manager started speaking again, "Great! I'll have Micheal pick you up tomorrow. Just be ready."

"Cheers, Jack- Oh hey, can you send Mike to Pattie's?" I nervously laughed, "I'm stayin' 'ere."

He chuckled, "Yeah, of course. I'll talk to you later, Rigby."

"Ta ta."

I hung up the phone and exhaled. I needed to go to my flat, but not alone, or John would have my head on a plate. I walked into the kitchen and greeted Pat. She wasn't in the most pleasant mood because last night, I informed her what Noah did. She was angry about it and apologized for ever setting me up with him. I told her it was fine and that she wasn't to blame.

"Hey Pattie, d'ya mind if we go to me place? I need to pack for a shoot," I drummed my fingers on the dining table.

She turned around from washing dishes, "Yeah, sure!"

She finished washing off a plate and then wiped her hands on the dishrag. I grabbed my keys, and we left the house promptly after. My car roared to a start as I put it in gear. I pressed the gas and turned onto the road.