hiii, sorry for not updating u guys on a new chapter. I deeply apologize. I haven't had any motivation to write. - melody
What happened? I asked as I watched cyn fall onto the couch. "Theres no more damn rooms, its 11:57 pm at night, johns getting pissed off, and im tired." I walked up to the counter giving a mean face. "listen, it's midnight and ur telling me u have no rooms. not even just a 1 bed king size room???" My dark red lip stick was smudging off as I was staring into the front lady's eyes. "We do have one.." the front lady said. " We'll take it!" Ringo came and gave her his card. I rolled my eyes back sighing. " Finally. You boys are sleeping on the floor or the sofa in the room." Cynthia said while grabbing the key from the lady.
As we went to the elevator going onto the 3rd floor, I slightly rested my head on cyn. Slowly waiting for the elevator to arrive at our floor. I was tired. I had to deal with Paul's ex girl friends bull crap. I wondered how paul was doing in that moment. I missed paul, even though its only been 2 days I deeply missed him. He's the first person y ever loved like this. I was truly in love. "Marthel.. Marthel..?" george was tapping on me while they were waiting for me to get out of the elevator.. "lets go" george said. I rushed out the elevator door saying sorry. I got to the room, opening the door, and then taking my heels off and throwing them. I feel and collapsed onto the bed without even undoing it.
I woke up that morning with everyone still sleeping. I fixed my hair and put my shoes on and went to the lobby. I walked back to the elevator hearing a wait for me as the elevator starting to close. It was george. I quickly push my hand on the door making sure there was enough room for george to get in. I stopped by the lobby to grab hot coffee so I basically had hot coffee just sitting in my hand. It was a quiet ride. I walked out the elevator with out even saying a word. " was george mad at me? why would he be mad at me?"
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𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘂 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲..paul McCartney x reader
أدب الهواةLovely night in 1964 as the 3 were suddenly becoming popular. On a late night in Liverpool, England, Marthel and her 3 friends came along in downtown LiverPool pub. Little did she know, she would find her love of her life.
