Anna (Go To Him) ~The Beatles fan fiction~

~ Chapter Fourteen ~

I knew that it was very late when I was woken up by muffled shouting coming from smewhere behind my door and I wanted to scream from annoyance as my head was bearing the worst headeache I have ever experienced. However, instead I just groaned in annoyance and tried to block out the noise and go back to sleep. Turned out that it was harder than I tought as the noise intensified and I wasn't sure whether I should go check if everything was okay.

I stayed in bed, trying to hear what was being said but it was too distorted. I sighed and dragged my hand accross my face. I winced in pain as my hand connected with the skin of my cheek, which, probably, now was sporting huge bruise, and I wanted to break down for letting James have the opportunity to harm me even when I wasn't with him anymore.

James.

My tired mind went through the events that happened just a few hours ago. Why can't he just leave me alone? He said he still loved me. I wanted to laugh at that. Obviously, if you love someone so much you go off behind their backs with a blonde bimbo, not.

I looked around the room that was enveloped by the dark, in order to block out the thoughts that were making me feel even worse. I'm not gonna pitty myself, or cry. No, I'm much better than that.

A shiver went down my spine and I noticed that the window was still open and the chilly air of late September was blowing through the thin curtains. It's gonna be October soon. Almost a month since I've been living with the boys. Time, surely has gone by so quickly.

Minutes later, I felt my eyelids getting heavy and my mind slowly shutting itself down. Tugging the blanket closer to my body, I turned on my side and welcomed sleep.

Suddenly, the lights were turned on and the door was flung open as quick footsteps entered my room.

"I'm so sorry." were the words that made me open my eyes and look at the person that was standing by my bed.

Paul looked sad, his hair, usually perefectly combed, were sticking out in every direction and his tie was gone as his eyes were looking straight at me.

His eyeswas his most fascinating feature. So big and beautiful, always filled with joy. Now they were filled with worry, making me want to take that worry away so that I could see that sparkle and liveliness again.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't there. I wasn't there to protect you." it pained me to see him so sad and to hear his shaky voice that was laced with guilt.

"Paul, no-" I wanted to tell him that it wasn't his fault. That I had said that he should stay back at the club and I would be okay being alone. That there was no way he cpuld have ever suspected for this to happen. However, my words were cut short as he got on the bed and enveloped me in a gentle hug. He was holding me tightly and rubbing my back. His scent of cigarettes and cologne overwhelming my senses and I didn't want to leave his arms. The warmth that he was giving me, something that I hadn't experienced before. Something that made my heart beat faster and my mind go blank.

"No, Anna." he said sternly and held me even tighter. "I should have been there. I should have protected you and punched that son of a bitch." Even though I knew Paul for just almost a month I knew that he was angry as his voice was shaky and his arms were tense.

"It wasn't your fault." I tried to reassure him to ease his anger and guilt, hoping that he would stop beating himself over it. "I'm okay and George was there."

"But it shouldn't have been George. It should have been me there. Instead, I was enjoying myself back at the club, having fun, whilst you were in danger." His hand reached towards my face and tilted it so that I was facing his beautiful eyes. His gaze was focused on my cheek and gently he ran his thumb across the bruise that was decorating the side of my face. I tried not to wince from the contact as slight pain shot through where he was touching the bruise. "He hit you." he stated and I knew that George must have told him what happened. "Did you know him?" he scrucnched up his eyebrows and looked at me expectantly.