Love Me Do

~ 34 ~

Ringo's POV

I hadn't seen John for 2 days.

None of us had.

Now, walking down the cold, American streets, we knew something was up.

"It has to be something to do with Kaylee," George stated, not caring that Paul was walking on his left. "He wouldn't have kept away from us if it were anything else."

We all shrugged, silent.

We knew that was reason.

That she must've done something, or he to her.

The chilly air brushed my mop top as I continued walking, making sure Paul didn't crash into any people or obstacles.

He'd been a wreck ever since the last two days.

No one knows why..

"Hey!"

A shout rang from George and I snapped my head up to him, just in time to watch him jog over to a newspaper box.

"What?" Paul and I chimed, frowning and jogging after him.

"Is that- It's Kaylee!" George yelled, pressing his hands against the plastic to peer more closely inside.

Sure enough, inside the cube, was a fresh new article lining the paper, which read in bold letters: BEATLE SEEN WITH GIRL LEAVING AIRPORT, GIRL RETURNED WITHOUT.

I gaped at the picture beneath it, a quick snippet of Kaylee, her face grimacing at the camera.

"Oh gosh.." I muttered, not sure how Paul would take this.

I turned my head slowly towards my friend, to see a pained expression over his features, breathing out a much needed sigh.

"What now?" I asked, not sure how to react myself.

"Why don't we go find him?" Paul remarked, pushing his weight back onto his feet. "It would make the most fucking sense this whole week."

I glimpsed again un-certainly at Paul, whose face was a jigsaw.

"Alright.." I sighed, but drew up short. "Where is he?"

"Dunno.." George muttered, frowning as we both looked questioningly at Paul. "Let's go inside and buy the paper. It must have where they both disappeared to. And maybe why she left without him.."

•~•~•~•

"We're here."

I awoke from my light nap and looked out of the taxi window, the dark sky slowly turning to black.

We'd gotten the location of the hotel where John and Kaylee were snap-shotted walking into, holding hands and stealing kisses.

George's nose was pressed against the glass and Paul's eyes were wide.

"So they just.. walked in here?" George asked, swinging the door open and nodding his head to the hotel in front of us. "I wonder if he's still there."

I shrugged and climbed out after George and we both waited for Paul to shimmy out as he payed the driver.

"Let's hope he is." I murmured, turning and walking into the large lobby which was slowly emptying. "I think it's time we sort all this crap out."

Paul trailed behind us as we strolled to the front desk and asked for the room booked by John Lennon.

The old lady, rather star-struck, stammered a 'yes' and gave us his room number, although she wasn't sure wether he was still here.