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

~Chapter Four~

The deserted streets of Liverpool were illuminated by the faint street lights, bright stars filled the night sky and the air was fresh to my senses, a light wind blowing through my black hair. Heavy footsteps and breathless gasps broke the silence that had fell upon the empty streets, our bodies casting shadows on the wet pavement.

I was tired, my muscles were aching and my lungs were screaming for air, but I kept running, kept moving forward. As I was doing so, my thoughts scrutinized the situation I was in. How did I end up in the middle of Liverpool, wearing men's cloths and a fake mustache, with Paul by my side, looking the same as I? I looked at Paul who's hazel orbs were hidden beneath the dark shades, noticing his rosy cheeks and how his dark hair were gliding through the air. It was, somewhat, a breathtaking view, for I could have never, in thousand years, imagine myself being with a man as nice as Paul and not worrying about what will happen next.

"So, this is your perfect plan?" my breathless voice echoed against the walls of the Liverpool's run down houses, as our bodies kept moving forward. The silence, after I voiced my question, made me wonder whether the man beside me had heard me at all. It wouldn't be surprising if he hadn't, for my heaving breaths could be heard all around us and it muffled my voice, it's moments like this when I curse my lack of physical exercise.

But soon a "Yeah." was breathed out, through Paul's lips, as he nodded his head, violently, with a silly grin plastered on his face. I laughed, even though the situation at hand was not one to be laughed about.

"Well, it is a bloody 'orrendeous plan!" I exclaimed through my laughter, but soon my giggles were drowned out, as the ground beneath us begun thundering. High pitched screams and echoes of booming footsteps filled the air, and I knew that we need get off the streets if we want to get out of this alive.

"We need ter bail, Anna!" I could hear Paul's voice, just faintly, exclaim above the noise and a pressure could be felt against my palm when the man grabbed my hand and dragged me down a dark alley, away from the crazed fans.

I questioned myself, once again. How did I get myself in a situation like this?

Soon my mind recalled today's events, as the warmth of Paul's hand guided me through the dark.

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The last two days had been uneventful, as the boys were busy writing their new album, so I didn't see much of them. George and John had popped in a few times, in the room that I was given by Paul, to keep me company and give up-to-date information of the work they had done. To be honest, I missed their presence and the annoying bickering that came with it, but, in someway, I was glad that they were not around, for I didn't want to face Paul just yet.

I had been avoiding him for two days now, and have been successful in doing so, as I feared that he'll ask questions. Questions to which I could not give answers to, because I'm afraid of saying them out loud and facing the bitter reality of my life. I know that my behaviour was rather childish and unreasonable, but I believe there's a reason behind everything that we do, and that something good, or maybe bad, will come out of this.

A loud and squealing sound of the kettle, declaring that the water was ready, snapped me out of my deep thought and I swiftly I made myself some tea, just for the purpose of doing something. It had been quiet all day, due to me being all alone in the enormous hotel suite, and I was bored out of my mind, trying to find something to do that would kill the time until the lads would arrive. Brian had come this morning, saying that the boys were needed at the recording studio, and escorted them out, from the hotel, with the help of dozens of police officers, as it was still crowded outside. As they were getting ready I had joked about how they would get mugged if they wouldn't be careful enough, and now I was worried, hoping that I didn't provoke the faith and that they all were okay. It was funny how they had found a place in my heart in such short time.