𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 (𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴)

❛❛chapter twenty-three: shattered❜❜

Pattie and I were in the kitchen after we finished making dinner for the lads. They were supposed to come over because they finished the radio show. I had worked on the shepherd's pie, and Boyd baked Chelsea bun's. For the side dish, I also made roasted cauliflower with a sprinkle of cheese.

The fact they hadn't told me that they were going to Hamburg again sat in the back of my mind. I wondered if it was intentional. I wondered if I had upset them. I wondered if I was annoying. So many things ran through my head, working myself about it.

"Pattie, please set the table for me," I handed her the silverware, plates, and napkins.

She nodded went off to do so. I followed behind her with the casserole dish filled with the shepherd's pie. I set it on the trivet and then proceeded to get the cauliflower. The table looked nice and neat, but it was missing something.

I snapped my fingers, "Drinks!"

I rushed into the kitchen and got glasses, and filled them with rum and coke. Pat helped me bring them into the dining room, setting one at each place.

Next, I took the vinyl I had bought today, put it with my others, and then put a different one on the turntable. I felt that the Loco-Motion didn't fit the mood. I took out my Songs For Swinging Lovers album that I still had from the very first time I met John. I hardly had ever played it because it felt like a treasure. I would never forgive myself if I'd scratch it. 

"Goin' into the oldies now, are we?" Boyd came to my side.

I rolled my eyes, "It ain't old just yet. Plus, ye can't just listen to one genre. Have to be well-versed, don't ya?"

"I suppose so? But this is the stuff my nan listens to. She quite likes Perry Como too," She recalled.

"Como is great. I like his song, Papa Loves Mamb-"

The doorbell rung which cut me off.

"One second," I said before quickly walking over to the entrance and swinging the door open.

John, Paul, George, and Ringo stood with grins plastered on their faces.

I leaned on the frame, "Why 'ello there."

I bit my lip as I smiled, then brought my hands up and snapped my fingers to the song. My hip bobbed up and down lightly.

"Good mood, aye?" Ringo quirked a brow.

I lifted, "Oh y'know, try to make the most of me days, don't I?"

I chuckled while bopping my finger on Paul's nose. 

Then I dragged him inside by his tie while singing, "You make me feel so young! You make me feel there are songs to be sung, bells to be rung, and a wonderful fling to be flung!"

Macca found it amusing, me being so chipper. Sure some of it was faked, but that never hurt anybody. Suddenly John delivered me some flowers that he had in his hands.

"Oh, how lovely these are!" I grazed my fingers over the pedals, "Lisianthus, mum's favorite."

John simpered at me and walked inside. 

George sniffed the air while mischievously rubbing his hands together, "The scran smells good!"

"Tha's 'cause it is."

They all came inside and greeted Pattie. 

"Is- Is this the Sintra album I nicked from... What was the place called?" John was trying to remember.

"Harry's ol' record shop," I walked towards the dining room.

Lennon smirked, "So this is tha'?"