The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

Fool on the Hill (Chapter 45)

"Wake up, love."

I open my eyes slightly as Paul whispers in my ear. He's wearing nothing but a robe and I feel myself blush.

"Is it that time already?" I say, rubbing my eyes as I sit up on the bed. Paul smiles and yawns.

"We have to get up early. We're going to London today." He says, and I widen my eyes.

"Already? That was a short tour." I chuckle as Paul sits next to me.

"It was, but we knew that it would be. The boys and I have to get back to the studio to record our next album." Paul says, fixing his hair as he eyes himself on the mirror across from us.

"I see." I say, stretching slightly as I yawn. I cuddle up to Paul as he wraps his arms around me.

"I want to stay here a while longer..." I whisper into Paul's ear, causing him to shiver and chuckle.

"As much as I'd like to, we gotta fly baby." Paul says, winking at me before kissing my cheek. I smile and stand up, heading into the bathroom to wash my face and comb my hair.

I hear Paul packing our bags as he starts singing a tune I haven't heard before.

"What song is that, Paul?" I ask while brushing my teeth.

Paul laughs, causing me to smile. "I new tune we've been working on called The Night Before."

I wash my mouth and outside to the bedroom. "I like it. It's catchy." I say, tapping my feet.

"Good. We're trying to appeal to young, beautiful women." Paul says, throwing me my coat as he zips up the last of our luggages. I laugh slightly as I slip my jacket on, putting my shoes on. Paul looks around once more before heading outside with me and our bags.

"I told ya, Cyn. No more pictures." John says annoyingly as Paul closes the door.

"Morning lads." Paul says, grabbing our key and putting it in his pocket.

"Could you tell Cyn to stop bothering me with pictures?" John says, as Cynthia holds Julian to her side. She scowls and rolls her eyes.

"I wasn't even bothering you much, John."

"Says the women whose bothering me." John says, grabbing some bags and heading downstairs. Ringo sighs and heads down with Maureen, John and Cynthia.

"Here we go." I joke as Paul smiles.

"Don't think about it too much. They always bicker on trips like this. You get used to it." Paul says, grabbing our bags and following the others.

"I loved last night, George. Why you gotta leave?" I hear a voice behind me say and I notice George and a young woman behind me come out of his room. I quickly run to the stairwell and press my ear to the door to hear them.

"Yeah. Don't get hung up, love." George says, and I bite my lip. That's gotta hurt.

"It was a good night..." She trails off and I assume she is touching George in some way.

"Goodbye, Tina."

It stays quiet for a bit and I press my ear farther into the door in case they're whispering.

I hear the door open and George chuckles.

"Not a very good spy, are ya?" George says, causing me to turn around and meekly smile.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I say, as George quickly catches up to me walking swiftly away.

"Don't get jealous, love. You only get one Beatle." He says, and I scowl. Who said I was jealous?