"Mornin' campers!"
"Yeah,"
"Not so loud," Groaned Paul,
"Why is everyone shouting?" John grimaced and shielded his hypersensitive ears.
"Ah, I'm guessin' the celebrations didn't end after I'd left." Mollie sat herself at the free chair at the little table, resting her hand on Paul's shoulder and softly stroking his hair.
"Not too long after. We only drank another can each and went to bed." He replied, George managing time lift his head from his arms.
"Why do you feel well? And why do I feel like my organs have been pulled out of my arse?" He squinted at the soft daylight pouring into the room, slouching back in the chair with a moan.
He furrowed his brows when he noticed Mollie and Paul's closeness.
"You did it then?" George grinned at Paul.
"You knew?!" She gasped at George, eyes wide.
"Every man and his dog could see that he fancied you!" He raised his hands in defence.
"No binnin' me off for him now. I know you've been tryna get rid of me for years now."
"You know I love you, Georgie Boy."
"Shit, that's it!" A burst of energy erupted from John, practically sprinting down the hallway to his coat hung beside the front door.
"God, what's he on about now?"
"This!" He re-entered the room and sat himself down, waving a piece of paper in their faces.
George, Paul and Mollie gave each other bemused smirks; it wasn't often John was passionate or excited, particularly with a hang over that left him unable to function for the morning.
John has unfolded the paper, holding it before Paul, who tutted and rolled his eyes in responses
"You're still workin' on tha'?"
"Not anymore thanks to the lyrical genius," He pointed at the girl sat opposite him,
"Mollie, I'd kiss ya, but I don't want to."
"Good."
"So what 'ave we got?" George asked as John flattened the piece of paper to the table so everyone could see it.
"Love Me Do by The Beatles." George read aloud.
"The Beatles, ey?" She smirked at John,
"Thought it had a nice ring to it." He quipped, also with the tug of his lip.
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In the blink of an eye, George was at the table with his guitar, John was playing the mouth organ with all his might, Paul acted as the drummer using wooden spoons against the table top.
It was melodic, heavenly even.
The lack of instruments made it sound beautifully rough, Johns gravelly vocals complemented George and Paul's soft harmonies wonderfully. It was impossible not to tap your toes to the beat they were fashioning, resonating through her chest and drowning out her heart beat.
"What d'ya reckon, Mol?" George panted as he caught his breath, John swiping his brow and Paul taking the paper and reading over the lyrics.
"Woah."
They smiled with relief, George taking her hand and gave it a squeeze. She could feel the excitement radiating through his skin.
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