George's POV
My palms sweat as the pilots land the plane and taxi in. John is already on the phone to Cyn, Paul to Linda and Ringo to Maureen. All them are such cute little couples. I watch as John's face changes, his hands start flailing and he begins talking like a baby. Which must mean Cyn has put Julian on the telephone. If there is one person out there who truly knocks down all of John's guards and walls, it's that little boy. He's got some sort of power over John that just turns him into someone else entirely. I love seeing him around Julian. The way he acts around his son is what makes me love him as a mate - and what makes Cyn love him too. When he's around her and Julian, he's the John that nobody ever sees. I rarely even see it. But when I do it's something magnificent.
I grow tired of watching John make silly faces that his son can't even see. The others though, are far less exciting. Paul's all flushed in his face and Ringo's gone somewhere for quiet. All I can think about is my beloved Kara. I reach my hand up to the inside pocket in my coat. I let out a little breath of relief when I feel the outline of the little box.
About a month ago, I went to my mum and told her about Kara and my plans to marry her someday. My mum couldn't have been more excited. She went and gave me my grandmothers ring. She insisted I give that ring to Kara. And although she'd never actually met Kara, she talked about her like Kara was already apart of the family. I couldn't have asked for a better mum.
Anyway, I didn't phone because we had come home a day early and I wanted my arrival to be a surprise. The lads and I had a quick break, five or six days, before we had to head back out again. I hated touring these days. Sure, I loved spending time with the lads and playing my music but we couldn't even be heard on top of all the screaming. And I spent all my hours, awake and asleep, thinking of Kara - wishing I could be holding her in my arms.
I was honestly, completely thrown by how hard and how quickly I'd fallen for her. It truly was love at first sight for me. Well, it was worry at the beginning. But after I received that first call from her, I knew. There wasn't anybody else I had wanted in my life at that moment more than I wanted her.
Brian made motions at the boys to wrap up their calls. He stood and went to the door of the plane.
"Okay boys. You know the drill. Get out and move to the cars as best and fast as you can." He instructs once everyone is off their telephone.
"George, your car is in the front of the line, followed by Paul, then Ringo and John at the back. I want you all to be back in your cars driving to this spot at 8am Tuesday. Understood? John?" We all nod as Brian points a finger at John.
"Yes sir mister boss man sir." John says in a nasally voice. Chuckles circle as John stands and offers Brian a more serious yes. I stood, wanting so badly to be off already. When so many days are spent in travel, even though we are traveling to places I'd never been or even seen images of, it becomes less and less fun each time.
When the plane comes to a stop we all grab a bag of ours and head out the plane and down the steps to the cars. We are hit by a wall of screams as fans try frantically to get our attention. The lads wave and smile at the crowds. The most I can muster is a quick wave before getting in my car. I tell the driver to do his best getting out of here as quickly as possible.
"Aye aye boss." He says with a smile before looking straight ahead and maneuvering around the crazed people that managed to get down by the cars - despite the number of police present.
"My god. They're everywhere." I say. I shouldn't sound so astonished but by now you'd think some of this would have died down.
"They seem to have multiplied since you've been away, sir." My driver says. I nod, distracted by the mass of bodies. I look behind and find officers struggling to shove Paul into his car without injury to him or the handful of girls in their way.
When we finally get through enough to pick up speed, I lean back. I reach to my pocket, feeling the box again. I don't know yet when or how I will propose. I hope it's soon. All this time away though really is awful. Maybe next time I'll see if she'll join. I'll have the lads invite their wives too. I like that idea. I smile as the driver gets the car going to a fast fast speed. We've already split from the pack - I'm the only one to turn to the left after the airport. I don't care where the others are. My thoughts are focused only on one thing - getting home to my beautiful girl.
