If I Fell

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62

European Vacation Tour.1

A/N: Apologies- I've stuffed up the true Beatles timeline and have shoved the Paris Tour in here instead of an English tour which was December -January 1965. Forgive me true Beatles Fans Please!

"Passport, luggage, overnight bag, magazines, gum...." I had to triple checked everything, all my new clothes packed neatly, the passport atop the bag "It's all there by the door for the car, Paul"

"For heaven's sake. Sit down Abbs, even if you forget something we can pick it up in a shop. It's not like we're going to Antarctica" Paul steered me into the kitchen, a steaming cup of tea waiting for me. I put two, then three sugars in, my hands shaking with the jitters, Paul laughed and I brought my eyes up to meet his and inflict my most evil stare.

"It's all very well for you Paulie, Brian has all you boy's stuff bundled and sorted like he's your parent " I poked a tongue out and I was given a calming pat on my hand while he picked up his tea and pointedly, and comically, winked at me.

"Morning All" George hollered as he trundled in the front door, I jumped up and grabbed my long missed hug "Ohhhh, don't go getting Pattie all jealous now, Abigail" I kissed his cheek too.

"She's rather-" Paul stirred a spoon in the air in my general direction as George sank into a kitchen chair. I hoped up and down like a jackrabbit, darting to the door every other minute to see if John had arrived, then hightailing it back to the kitchen for a sip of sugary tea "- loopy, excited, tiresome" Paul huffed.

"It's called excited Paul and I have good reason for it. I've never been nowhere before. I just can't wait to see what you do"

"Oh, that's right your famous brother and equally famous boyfriend haven't taken you to a concert yet, 'ave they. Couple of cheapskates they are, luv" George cracked a wide smile as I handed him a cup of tea. "If it had been me, you would be spoilt for sure" George winked and I sat on his knee for a millisecond then heard the front door open.

"Oh, it's just you" I turned from the door deflated.

"Well, if that's my welcome I might just have to turn around and go home" Richie pouted.

"I'm sorry Rich, I have been waiting ages for John and he's so late. He may miss the plane"

"Ummm, Abigail. I think the guy is important enough that the plane would actually wait" Richie hugged me around my shoulders as we wandered back in the kitchen side by side.

More tea was poured and toast loaded with delicious orange marmalade, the dishes were washed as I went, so that there wasn't a science experiment in the sink when we got home.

"Delivery for a Miss Abigail Grant!" A voice boomed from the front door, Brian stepped in and smiled at me as I gave him a hug after skidding to a stop in front of him"Well if you are giving hugs out like this on the trip I'm first in line but.... I'm not the parcel..."

John poked his head in the doorway a manic grin on his mug and I grabbed him to me "JOHN! Crikey you like to make a late entrance. I was getting so worried wasn't I lads...." I yelled towards the kitchen.

Richie held a cup of tea up and grinned.

George walked towards us and rolled his eyes at John, then covered his arm awaiting impact of my retaliation.

And Paul was bleating "Yea she was being a right royal pain in the bum"

"Well I'm 'ere now, taxi's outside, where's your stuff then?" John glanced about everywhere but right beside him, which is where a large pile of assorted luggage sat. I picked the bag up, handing it to him, quickly gathering everything else then we darted out the door, tumbling into the black London taxi as John handed my suitcase to the driver.