Yes It Is - gh

Anna - 5

February 26th 1960
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It was the morning after George's birthday when Finn woke up due to sunlight streaming in.

Her eyes opened but were quickly shut, her head was banging and the sun made it worse.

After a moment or two of just lying there, she wondered if she would be able to get back to sleep.

She slowly re-opened her eyes and looked around at her surroundings, she was lead on the floor with a small, knitted blanket placed over her, she was still dressed in her outfit from yesterday which would explain her uncomfortableness.

She looked up to the sofa next to her, seeing John led there, top button of his shirt undone and blazer off. He was asleep, she grabbed his wrist to check the time, 7:13.

On the chair next to the sofa, George was was hunched in a uncomfortable sleeping position. His attire was quite like Johns, but instead of taking his tie off it was just loosened.

Turning around in my uncomfortable position my face was met with someone's chest. As I paid more attention to the way I'm lead I could feel someone's arms wrapped around my waist.

I once again attempted to look up and see who's arms I was in but failed miserably with the light still burning my eyes.

I knew it wasn't John, as if my previous observation wasn't enough. I know what John smells like, that and he wouldn't want to be thought of as soft.

So I could only assume it to be Paul that I was lead with, or, of course, a random stranger who'd just entered the house in the middle of the night and decided to cuddle me.

I slowly - but surely - drifted back to my peaceful slumber.

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With a massive gush of air, I was on the awoken again. I looked up to see John stood there.

"Well if the two lovebirds are done, we have places to be." I saw that John held the blanket that once covered me and Paul.

It was Paul, I was right.

"Piss off, John." Paul said shoving his face into the girls neck, holding her closer.

Finn could feel her already creased, mid-thigh length dress, riding up her legs - and John obviously noticed too.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her off of Paul, "pull your dress down, no one wants to see that."

Her cheeks went red as she lowered her head in embarrassment, pulling her dress down and flattening the creases.

"Don't be rude." George said from behind, on the chair, now awake.

John turned to the youngest lad with a cockey attitude, "am I wrong?"

"Shut up, John." He answered, instantly regretting saying anything.

John crosses his arms and leant all his weight on one leg, "no, I genuinely wanna hear this."

Finn wished she could melt into the ground and disappear, and Paul had properly woken up due to the bickering and was leaning against the sofa, still sat on the floor.

"I'm just saying she can't help it." George said with a huff.

With a tilt of his head the oldest lad was quick to say, "help what?"

"Help the way her body is." He answered with a shrug.

Finn had had enough, and with a scoff she said, "I don't need to put up with this." Grabbed her coat and was quick to leave, with the slam of the door.

"Good job, lads" Louise said with disappointment in her eyes, as she had been listening from the hallway.