Wednesday morning at 5 O'clock

Chapter 6

George shook nervously as rattling and noises sounded from behind the door. He wanted to turn away and run as far as could but he couldn't. He wasn't a coward.

The door handle moved slightly before being turned all the way to left and opening just a little bit so a tiny blonde head could pop out.

"George? What are you doing here?" Michelle asked curiously whilst smiling. George scratched behind his head and gulped nervously.

" I uh wanted to see you." George blushed as Michelle opened her hotel room door all the way open and ushered George in.

"Make your self comfy. I'll put the kettle on the stove and make us a nice cup of tea" George smiled appreciatively and sat down on the black leather chair that made home in the corner of the room. He then looked around the room as Michelle shuffled about in the kitchen.

"So George" Michelle started as she came in with a tray which sat the two cups of tea, and placed it on the coffee table. She then handed a cup to George before taking her own and sitting down opposite him. "Other than wanting to see me, what do you really want?"

George shuffled a bit in his chair.

"I really did want you. You've been on my mind since the day I met. And I know it's bad because I'm a married man, but I just can't help it. You make me feel different." By now, George was bright red and breathing heavily. He knew that what he was saying was cruel, selfish and unworthy but he couldn't help himself.

Michelle took a sip of her tea whilst her cheeks turned scarlet.

"George,we've only met once. Is this really true?" George nodded and turned his head away;almost ashamed of what he had just admitted.

Michelle stood up and knelt in front of George, before turning his head to face her.

"Hey" she cooed as George tried to avert his eyes. "That's really sweet George, what you said. Nobody has ever said such nice things about me. It means a lot. Even if we have just met"

George blushed and looked Michelle deep in the eyes. He couldn't a certain feeling that had being erupting in his stomach. He leaned in slowly and placed a small kiss on her lips before pulling away.

"I'm sorry I don't know what came over me" George lied as he turned bright red.

"It's okay George. Do it again" Michelle smiled and George kissed her again. And again and again until their kissing turned into love making.

....

George awoke early the following morning and got dressed. He left a little note on the fridge for Michele and headed to the studio where John, Paul and Richard were.

"Aye George, you look like shit. Rough night with the missus" John smirked as George sat down.

"I uh guess you could say that. Any new material?" Paul stood up with a two scrappy pieces of paper.

"I me and John worked on this one lasts night when you two left. I then wrote another song when some bloody bint decided to give me a parking ticket" they all laughed for a while before settling down again.

"Well let's hear it then Paul" Richard said.

As Paul sat down at the piano; fumbling from outside the door and crashes led the Beatles to turn there heads.

"What the-" John got cut off as Michelle crashed threw the door, Brian and George Martin close behind.

"Get her out!" George Martin demanded as Michelle ran about until she found George.

George blushed, knowing exactly what he had to do. After all, he did invite her to the studio.

"She's with me. Her names Michelle" Paul snorted remembering the song he had written in 65.

"Well if that's the case then she should go sit outside the studio like everyone else has to" George Martin replied, his eyes stern and sharp.

"I don't think it would hurt if she watched, I mean we could use the extra criticism and all" Richard said and sat behind his drums. "Now Paul show us this song then"