What is life (On hold)

Chapter 4

[A/N: I think we all know by now that I suck at updating and I can't actually keep my promises, I will try updating more but trust me I suck at holding my promises. Be free to correct me and enjoy!]

My whole life I was used to getting hate from everyone, I was like a hate magnet, wherever I went I got hate and George was the exception. He actually liked me for who I was, the goofy, grinning girl that was hiding under the sad mask. I never smiled, simply because I had nothing to smile for. And now when I had found him everything felt right.

Several months had gone in the hospital and I was now free to go. I had really grew close to all of the lads, John always put a smile on my face, Paul was like the big brother I never had, Ringo was just clumsy, adorable Ringo who I always could talk to about anything and George, well he was another story. He made sure everything was alright and he gave me all the support and comfort I needed. We both knew when we saw each other for the first time that we had some sort of connection and that we someday would like to be more than friends but in that area I really had issues with trusting people.

"Miss Thomson it seems like you're now free to go, have a nice day!" Said the man in the reception and waved me goodbye as I walked out the door.

I breathed in the fresh morning air as I walked out in the empty streets of Liverpool. Since I had no idea how to walk to my flat from the hospital I decided it would be best if I took a cab. I was lucky as I saw a black cab just a block away and ran as fast as I could to it.

I breathed heavily as I took a seat in the small cab and breathed out "Alderton road please." The cabdriver drove fast and we reached the destination in only minutes, oh so my flat was quite close to the hospital after all.

I gave him the money and walked out to the front door, I proceeded to the stairs and climbed up feeling for a minute like all of my troubles were gone.

I locked up the door and walked in to an awful lot of boxes. Oh I almost forgot about these I thought.

When I was finished with unpacking all of the boxes (it almost looked decent) I decided to call Paul. I picked up the phone starting to dial his number. After a few signals had gone, a dark voice answered as I recognised as Paul.

"Hello" he said.

"Hello Paul it's Michelle!"

"Oh Michelle! How are you? Did you get out from the hospital today?"

"Well I'm alright and yes I did! I was just wondering if you and the lads would like to come over since I just finished unpacking and it's really lonely here..."

"Sure Mich I'll tell the lads, we'll be there in 20 minutes."

"Brilliant and bring food, I'm famished!"

"Yes, yes sure, bye." And so he hung up the phone. I noticed my old LP player stood in the livingroom corner and beside it layed all of my LP's in a messy bunch but I quickly found the LP I was looking for "Françoise Hardy'" by Françoise Hardy, my favorite. I started the LP and out came the sound of my favorite song "Le temps de l'amour". I danced around the livingroom for awhile and felt truly happy, and with that I really mean truly happy, it felt like nothing in the world mattered.

The time passed quickly and I soon heard the doorbell ringing. Behind the door opening stood Paul, George, John and Ringo and in Paul's hand was a pizza, it seriously felt like I haven't ate for months. Without being rude they practically stormed in to my small flat. Except from George who stopped and stood almost awkwardly close to my face and said "I missed ya." and then went to where the other boys sat and ate. He just always left me hanging. When I got to my senses and remembered what he had just said I blushed lightly, but I didn't want to raise suspicion so I just went over to the lads.

The pizza was delicious and as usual I ate it like a total pig, classy.

"Done!" I said and the other boys stared at me holding their pizza slices in their hands without a bite taken of it. George who also was done, (which didn't surprise me at all) moved closer to me and I felt my cheeks burn, turning bright red and I excused myself from the table. I wasn't really used to close encounters so this scared me, a boy wanting to get close to me just frightened me. With my past I guess that was just a natural reaction.

But this was George we were talking about, sweet, innocent George who would never harm anyone and plus he always looked so cute. I would handle this as a strong, independent woman, going back to the table and confronting him.

"George, can I have a word with you in the kitchen, uhm like now?"

"Yeah sure love." He said and followed me to the small kitchen. He leaned casually over the kitchen counter as I figured out what I was going to say to him.

"What are we?"

"What do ya mean?" 

"You keep moving closer to me and flirting with me, I don't know what to think George, am I oblivious to see that you  like me or am I just making a fool of myself by saying that..." I got interrupted by Georges lips that crashed against mine hastily. It didn't take long for me to kiss him back with the same passion. My first kiss. It was magical, I felt fireworks. I wonder if he felt the same thing, otherwise I would probably be so embarrassed that I had to move and change everything.

I parted our lips with a cleared mind and a smile on my lips. He smiled back and answered

"Does that answer your question Ms. Thomson?"