Anna (Go To Him) ~The Beatles fan fiction~

~Chapter Three~

For the next hour or so, Paul kept repeating how sorry he was for dragging me into this mess and how he didn't mean to forget his 'disguise', which contained some fake mustache and dark shades, whilst the three boys were howling in laughter regarding their friend's misery. It was actually quite funny to see Paul this way, all worried and fidgety, as he looked like a lost puppy with those big, hazel eyes of his. A soft smile graced my lips, as my gentle voice reassured to him that everything was fine, that I really didn't mind staying and that no harm was done. To be honest, I thought that this could be a great distraction from my failure of a life and that meeting the lads wasn't all that bad. Of course I can't really come to that conclusion yet, since I've only known them for an hour.

After George had sobered up from the laughing fit and he decided that it was time to put Paul out of his misery, the boys left me alone in the room that  I awoke in this morning. Giving me a spare set of cloths, consisting of some loose, black trousers and a white shirt from George's closet as he was the skinniest of them all, they left me to my privacy, saying that I should take a shower. That's when I realized how horrible I must look in my scrunched up dress and frizzy bed hair, it wasn't a nice sight to say the least, and I was more than glad to take them up on their offer.

The lukewarm water relaxed my aching muscles, any traces of the horrible hangover were gone and for the first time, in the last two days, I felt calm. I took my time in the comfort of the shower, but soon my skin turned all wrinkly and I knew that it was time for me to get out of the bathtub.

My hands reached for the soft fabric of George's shirt, and I pulled it over my shivering body, a scent of washing powder and cigarettes indulging my senses. I didn't mind it though, my dad used to smoke and it, kind of, brought back some bittersweet memories about my parents. When I was finally dressed and had, somewhat, dried my hair, I made my way out of the bathroom in to the room, not really caring that I had no make-up with me, as I was not the type to worry about my appearance too much.

I decided that it was time to join the lads, as I heard the distant chatter of their voices from somewhere in the hotel suite. I let the sound of their voices guide me out of the hotel room into a small corridor, where many doors were leading to several other rooms, and I walked toward the larger room where John and Ringo were sitting on a large couch, chatting and having a smoke.

"Hey." I had no idea what to say, as I awkwardly walked to the small love seat opposite to where John and Ringo were sat. The guys were looking at me in a weird way, probably still being surprised that I'm not screaming in their faces whilst holding a poster which declares my eternal love for them. The thought of it alone seemed ridiculous to me.

"Ello, Anna. Alright?" Ringo smiled and asked, as I nodded my head in agreement.

"Where are the others?" I looked around to see where George and Paul are, but it was just us in the room. I realized that I missed Paul's presence, even if I had known him for a while, but something about him made me feel safe. I guess, it was just because he had been so nice to me, considering that I was a stranger to him.

"Oh, George kept complainin' that he was starvin', so Paulie offered to get something to eat. You hungry, luv?" it was John who spoke, as he turned his body toward my sitting form.

It was then that I saw that the two Beatle's were actually different from each other, the haircuts being the only similar feature between the two. I was certainly sure that John was a ladies man, not considering the fact that he was shamelessly flirting with me just a while ago, but he had those warm brown eyes, framed with thick and dark eyebrows, which made you feel like he could see into your soul, and long nose and small lips completed the look of a rebellious teenager. Whereas, Ringo looked like a sweet man, he had those soft blue eyes and definite nose, making him appear like a character out of a novel.