Go away, George

Chapter 2

"Young miss... Hello... Love, wake up..." 

I could hear faint voices echoing around me as I woke up from what seemed like a deep sleep. My head was pounding and was shooting pain through my brain. I raised my hand and rubbed my fingers over my forehead as a sticky liquid oozed over my knuckles. Blood. 

I screamed, my eyes shooting open. Panicking I remembered everything that happened, the paparazzi, The Beatles, the crash... wait, The Beatles! I was certain it was Ringo that had pointed at the bus. Which only meant one thing; Paul Mccartney was breathing the air that I could be breathing now. Holy fried noodles. 

I took in my surroundings; I was still in the bus but everything looked surreal. I was squeezed between my seat and the one in front of me, unable to get out as pieces of sharp plastic poked out dangerously close to my skin. The window next to me was smashed, the glass lying shattered on the floor. I felt helplessly weak, my limbs squashed into my body and I didn't dare to move in case something pointy pierced me.

"Just let me see her!" I heard someone say faintly from near the bus doors. Sadly I couldn't see anything as the seat in front blocked my vision. 

"No can do, the ambulance will be he-" 

"Just let me see, I'm not going to rip her out or somet' am I?" They grumbled impatiently. 

"Ugh... fine... but I'm not meant to allow you in." 

"Yeah yeah whatever." 

I closed my eyes, realising that it helped to ease the pain in my head. 

"Love, you okay there?" I heard a voice ask softly, interrupting my thoughts. I slowly opened my eyes. 

AND HAD A HEART ATTACK. 

PAUL MCCARTNEY. 

WAS STANDING THERE. 

LOOKING AT ME. 

OH MY CHEESE SANDWICH. 

I screamed. Yep, I ditched the whole stay-cool method and screamed right in his face. 

"Oh, take that as a no then." He laughed, his large hand rubbing the back of his neck. 

"Uh I'm fine apart from the fact I'm b-bleeding and I'm pretty damn s-squished." I stuttered, probably sounding like the worlds number one idiot, still dying inside because Macca was right there. 

"Listen, I'm so so so sorry about this, I bet you're dead scared an' all. I'm really sorry."  

I shrugged softly. "How is it your fault? ...I still can't believe that y-you're Paul Mccartney."  

He laughed once more as if he got that all the time. "Yes, yes I am. And it pretty much is my fault, I mean John decided to go outside an' get in the taxi without even thinking. We all followed of course and then all these paps started swarmin' all over the place. At first a few cars swerved around and stuff but then a lorry hit the back of your bus." He explained sympathetically. "Unfortunately you were in it and kinda got squashed." 

I laughed uneasily. "Nah it's okay, I'm not that messed up, just my head. And, well, my legs hurt a little but it's okay." 

He smiled, and I smiled back, and it was all going fantabulous until my phone started ringing. Sadly I was in this crumpled position and couldn't reach it. 

"It's okay I'll grab it." He muttered, pulling the htc phone from my pocket. And then saw my lock-screen.

It was that picture of him, the one where he's doing this weird creepy smile but it's really funny and cute. Yep. It was that. But not JUST that, nope, I'd also wrote 'Sassy' on it in big pink letters. That was my lock screen. I was so totally lame.

He looked at it and and then tried not to laugh. "You're a fan then?" He said breathy. All I could do was nod as my cheeks burned. 

"Hello?" He asked as he answered the phone. He then nodded towards me and placed it against my ear. 

"Oh Natalie it's you... Yep I'm fine it's just my head is bleeding and an ambulance is coming to remove me... Haha, whatever!.. Oh, no one... Okay bye." I chatted into the mobile device before my best friend hung up. 

"Just a friend from school." I explained as he slid my phone back into my pocket. Then, getting louder and louder, I heard sirens travelling towards us. Finally, the ambulance. I was getting a little annoyed at being squashed in a foetus position.