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

~Chapter Seven~

A grin was plastered on my face as I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked nice. My favourite blue dress was covering my body, the top of it tightly hugging my chest as the fabric loosely hanged from my hips, my long, black hair were just hanging over my shoulders. For the last two hours I had locked myself in my room to get ready for tonight. I was a wreck, to say the least, the nerves had gotten worse and I was starting to doubt whether I had made the right decision when agreeing with John. What if I made an even worse impression of myself by attending the interview? But I can't back down now. No, I wanted to do this and I really was excited to see the boys perform.

A knock on the door startled my nervous form and the hairbrush, I was holding, fell on the floor. Quickly, I ran to the door, whilst trying to sort out my dress, and opened it to reveal George, clad in a black suit. I hadn't seen him this morning at all, for he was still sleeping when we had our little meeting in the kitchen, therefore I was quite surprised to see him standing by my room. For the longest time both of us didn't say a word, I was waiting for him to say something whilst George had a small smile plastered on his lips, his eyes doing a once-over of my dress.

"Oh, George! Do we need to go already?" I asked nervously, not liking the silence, as I was wanting to return to the mirror and continue getting ready. My fingers fidgeting with the hem of my dress and soon George's eyes were set on my face.

"Not yet, we still have an hour left. You look lovely by the way, Anna." George gestured to my dress and I could feel my cheeks heating up from the compliment. I couldn't help but feel curious as to why George was here, so I just cut the chase and asked the young man.

"Thank you, George. Do you wanted something, or?" I walked back to the mirror, leaning down to pick up the brush. My eyes wandered around the room, seeing the mess that I have made in the past two hours. Articles of cloths were scattered on the brown carpet and different beauty products were sat on the soft surface of my bed. A light breeze of the chilly September wind was coming from the open window, behind the forest green curtains. "Sorry about the mess..." I apologized, feeling a blush of embarrassment rush to my cheeks.

"Ahhh, it's okay, luv. You should see John's room, it looks like a nuclear bomb had exploded there." a light laugh escaped through his lips, the smile showing his crooked teeth. "Anyway, I just wanted to check up on yer. Lads told me about the article..." the man stood awkwardly by the door, not knowing what to do.

"They did?" I asked, trying not sound affected by it. Did George think that I was after their fame? Does he want to talk about it? Had the lads explained everything? Oh God, all these questions are giving me a headache.

"Yeah... I'm sorry, luv. They shouldn't have written that stuff." I nodded my head in agreement, feeling relieved that he doesn't appear to be mad or suspicious of me. However, I could see a different emotion in his eyes, an emotion that he shouldn't be feeling. Guilt.

"It's not your fault, George. Or anyone's, for that matter. Don't beat yourself over it." as I said so I tried to brush out the knots in my hair, my face pulled in a grimace as the brush kept getting stuck in the nest, that I call my hair.

"Give me the brush, I'll help yer." George's voice held amusement as he quickly strode over to my standing form, stepping over the scattered clothing, and took a hold of the hairbrush.

"I don't think that's a good idea." I stated warily, eyeing the hairbrush in George's hand with doubt. As mean as it sounds, I valued my hair and wasn't sure if I trusted George to not to pull it all out.

"Oh, calm down, luv. I know how to do this. I used to brush my sister's hair all the time." a shy grin appeared on his face as he stood behind me and took a hold of my hair. Immediately, I squeezed my eyes shut and prepared for my hair to be yanked out but, to my surprise, George gently ran the brush through the ends of my hair, not once pulling the brush too strong.