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

~Chapter Six~

It was an early Saturday morning and the weather outside was dreadful, with cloudy sky and wind whistling by my window. The hotel suite was absolutely freezing and I was in a need of a warm tea, or anything for that matter as long as I can warm up. So, quietly, I tip toed to the kitchen area, making sure not to wake the boys as I did so.

I have been officially living together with them for two days and it has been absolutely fantastic. Like I said before, I felt like I had finally found my family, even if it did consist of four immature boys. Everything seems to be perfect, I get along with them all and there are no more awkward conversations, I try to be as truthful as possible even if it is that small proportion. But the best thing is that Paul and I have grown really close to each other, ever since that night, we're practically inseparable, but I know that he wants something more out of this friendship. However, the question is, am I ready for that something? A mystery and secrets seem to be embracing him, as I feel that he is not beeing thruthful with me, but it is not my place to complain. Hopefully, he'll come around.

Swiftly I made myself some tea, grabbed a chocolate bar, feeling in a mood for a treat, and settled down by the table, the warmth of the cup already making me feel, somewhat, less cold. As I was quietly sitting there, sipping my tea, my eyes focused on the newspaper, which was carelessly left on the wooden table, it's front page gaining my attention. In curiosity, I picked it up and unfolded it, in order to see it clearer, my eyes scanning the paper and focusing on the title which, in big bold letters, shouted in my face 'Do The Beatles Have a Secret?'. This sparked my interest and without hesitation I jumped right into the task of reading the article, that had deserved a place on the front page.

To say that I was confused and mad would be an understatement, for the article was talking about me. I couldn't believe in the things that have been said, as they described me being a girl who is just befriending The Beatles for their fame and how I don't dress as a woman should, considering that they have only seen me once, and that was the day Paul and I had taken that crazy walk. They had even added a picture of me and Paul, once we had arrived at the hotel the following morning, I was still wearing men's clothes and Paul had his hand wrapped around my elbow.

"Good morning, luv." a voice interrupted my thoughts and I looked up to see Paul in a dark robe, his hair were sat atop his head in a messy manner and his eyes were slightly closed, looking as if he had just rolled out of his bed. I didn't reply, for my head was still trying to embrace the text I had just read, a light scowl set on my face. I guess, the lack of an answer, and my deep sigh of annoyance, gained Paul's attention, as his eyes were set on my sitting form. "Hey, you okay? You look like you'll murder someone in a second." he laughed at the small joke he had made, as he sat his body next to mine and nudged my shoulder. "Oi, talk to me, Anna, what's wrong?" he pleaded and waved his hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my internal rant.

I looked at the man but didn't reply to him, instead I stuck the newspaper in his face and pointed at the article, hoping that he would understand my gesture. And soon enough his eyes were scanning the newspaper, his hazel orbs moving around the article and his fingers gripping the corners of the page. A distressed look was set on his face and a sigh escaped his lips, his hazel orbs now focusing on me. 'You okay, luv?" the oh-so-familiar pressure of his hand was now sat on my own, still, freezing hand, as his eyes were showing just how concerned he was about all of this.

"Why? Why would they write something like that? They don't even know me." I whispered, not wanting to express my anger in front of Paul, an emberassing feeling emerging in chest. What if the boys really thought that I was after their fame? But how could I? I hadn't heard of them until a few days ago.

"They don't know what they're talkin' about, luv. Don't mind 'em."

"But it's out there!" I shouted, a tad bit too loud for my liking, and buried my face in my hands from frustration. All I wanted is to have friends who would not leave me, is this really the price I have to pay? To be humiliated in front of entire Liverpool's population?