Go To Him (A Beatles Fan Fiction)

Chapter Twenty-Eight - Not a Second Time

3rd May, 1961

Dear Diary,

So ... here we go again. Here goes what again, you say? Well you're just going to have to read on and find out!

Nat, Cyn and myself had our usual weekly convene at the apartment this morning. I finally had to accept defeat on my persistent campaign to play cupid on Nat and George, because Nat had repeatedly asserted that it was never going to happen.

"C'mon!" I moaned, "he's one of the best-looking boys I've ever seen!"

"He is good-looking," she agreed, "for what you just said he is. A boy."

"Ye're the same age!" I pointed out, "c'mon, you're not saying you don't find him at least a little attractive?"

"Uh, I guess," she replied, "he has nice eyes, but the rest of him is just ... meh."

'How blind can she be?!' I thought exasperatedly.

"C'mon, don't be so shallow!" I said teasingly, though part of me wondered if I secretly did mean it, "I've known him quite a while now, and he has the kindest, most genuine of hearts, I swear. He saved me once."

I looked down at my crossed legs and thought back to the unpleasant incident at Bootle after I'd stormed off on my parents; how I would have been a goner for sure if he hadn't shown up when he did. I'd never told anyone about it: not my dad, not my mum, not even Nat or Cyn. Only George and Paul knew what really happened, and both were kind enough to never bring it up.

"He saved you?" Cyn repeated, looking puzzled, "how?"

"Oh, not important," I waved it off, frantically looking to divert their attention before more questions were asked, "but he was the one who introduced me to Paul, and I probably wouldn't be where I am today if it weren't for everything that has happened since then. I owe him quite a lot for that, y'know."

"Well fair enough, but I owe him nothing," Nat told me, shrugging, "I'm holding out for the right guy. Like Jack."

Cyn and I both let out a moan of complaint at the mention of his name. Jack is a customer of mine at the salon, and when Nat dropped in to visit me one day and I happened to be in the middle of cutting his hair, it was 'love at first sight'. Or so she calls it. Now when I book her appointments, she always asks me to check the books to see when Jack's next due to come in case by pure happenstance she came in the same time as him, which to my great grief has happened once or twice. While he is rather handsome, he so clearly fancies himself and if I'm honest, seems to be completely up his own arse. The most annoying part for both Nat and myself is that it seems to be me he'd rather to flirt with. He's too stuck-up to ever pay a girl any sort of compliment, but he does find subtle ways of asking me out all the time. Oh, if only boyfriends gave their girlfriends a ring like a man gives a woman when he proposes, then it would be perfectly clear who's taken and who's not!

"Okay, okay," I raised my hands in defeat, "I give up. You and prissy Jack can ride off into the sunset, but for the record, Cyn and I both think he's completely wrong for you, right Cyn?"

Cyn nodded in agreement.

"Whatever," Nat laughed the topic off, "so, I'm thinking we should have a slumber party when the lads are gone, just us girls."

"Sounds amazing," Cyn enthused.

I had absolutely no idea what they were talking about, but I was starting to realise that there was something going on that I was not privy to.

"When they're gone where?" I asked suspiciously.

"To Hamburg, silly!" Nat exclaimed, "what d'ya think?"