Love Me Do

~ 60 ~

Kaylee's POV

"How was it?"

I waved George off with an impatient hand as I stormed into his hotel room, Ringo sprawled on the couch.

"It's done." I uttered, reaching for the fridge and taking out the milk. "You want tea?"

George stared at me, shocked, but snapped out of it with a quick nod.

"Uh, yes please- Kaylee, what do you mean it's done? Like, you've ended it?"

I sighed deeply, feeling my hands shake, remembering the earlier events, and took 3 teacups from the shelf, knowing Ringo'd want a drink as well.

"Yes, if that's what you want to call it." I replied, placing teabags in all 3 cups. "It was horrible. I- I hope I forget every little detail soon, because it's etched in my brain at the moment."

"You're coming back to Liverpool with us?" Ringo shouted from on the couch.

His head popped up from the sofa and I gave him a little grin, showing that I wouldn't show how miserable I felt on the inside.

"Yes, I've no where else to go," I responded, looking back to George. "If it's okay with Pattie, I guess."

"Oh, yeah! I called her last night, she's fine with it." He reassured, smiling kindly at me. "Will you be okay?"

I nodded once again and flicked on the kettle as the apartment door received a knock, startling Ringo on the couch.

"I'll get it," He shouted, and George went to sit at the table, patiently waiting.

I tried to ignore what was going on around me as the kettle began to whistle, drowning the sound of voices from the door.

As the whistling got louder, I finally couldn't bear the sound and pulled it off the stove, pouring some into the cups evenly; everything was quiet.

Finishing, I looked up nervously to find Ringo standing at the door with Paul and John, their eyes all kept on me as I did an everyday activity as though I were an alien.

George's mouth was pulled up at the edges, smirking at me, and I felt my cheeks heating up.

Uncertainly, I placed the kettle on the table and looked straight at Paul and John, Ringo now walking back to sit on the couch after closing the door.

"Would you like some?" I kindly asked, and Paul's eyes brightened, whereas John simply stared.

"Yes please," Paul sang, moving to sit next to George, who was now drawing along the table with his fingers in amusement.

Although John hadn't replied, just followed Paul, I grabbed an extra cup for him.

It was the least I could do to show I was sorry.