Keep it Classy

Chapter 19

* Chapter 19: This Boy *

Paul and I sat back down on the plane and the boys woke up. John groaned then smiled, George and Ringo, who were now drooling on each other laughed and grinned. "Finally!" One of them shouted, most likely George. "About damn time." John muttered.

I chuckled and leaned my head against Paul's shoulder. The boys laughed and joked with us about how Paul, the puppy dog eyed boy who moped around looking for a home. "You should've seen what he did to Jane." George laughed and Paul's cheeks went crimson. "What did he do.?" I asked nervous for the answer.

Paul rubbed his eyes as George chuckled. "Well, Jane expected Paul to want her again, so she came over to Paul's flat and started to act as if nothing happened between them. Keep in mind the media was there. So she knocked on the door and the lads were there too so when he opened the door she tried to kiss him and instead he pushed her away and told her the one thing that bitch has never heard, no. It gets worse, he made her get on her knees and beg, in front of the media. Worst part is, she did. And what do you know, Paul said no again." George laughed along with the others.

Paul blushed as I laughed with them all. "Well now I know she won't come back any time soon." I pecked his cheek as we landed in Italy.

We met at the hotel in separate cars, I went with Brian while Paul went with the boys.

Of course I knew why Brian set it up this way. He wanted to make the boys look single. He wanted me to be out of the picture temporarily so the media believes that he's 'nursing a broken heart'. Which of course, no one believes, but Brian was dead set on keeping that, and hopefully, he meets me in Italy again and we 'rekindle our love'. Which technically is true.

"Lizzie!" Paul exclaimed as I walked into the hotel with Brian. I smiled and kissed his cheek, "Hello." We held hands as George spoke to John about his sloppy chord progressions and Ringo fiddled with his rings.

"Bloody hell! George, you can't ruin style for technique!" John groaned causing unwanted eyes to lurk towards us as families noticed us. Their daughters recognizing them. "Shit." John huffed as a girl screeched his name out. Suddenly all the young girls in the hotel started running towards them causing them to bolt out of the lobby.

Paul let go of my hand and ran off. George stopped arguing about guitars and argued about John's outburst which led to all this and I stayed in the lobby alone with Brian once again. "Does this happen a lot?" I asked Brian naively. He simply nodded and sighed half contently, "Most of the time we usually have security but obviously, they're late. But at least girls chase them everywhere they walk."

I nodded and sighed as we helped bring the bags up to our rooms.
The rooms were huge. Almost as big as my flat. They had their own dining room, full kitchen (as if they would actually use it) and three separate rooms. Meaning two would share or one would be comfortable with the almost pearl, almost tan colored sofa.
About an hour later the boys found their way to the rooms, free from the girls.
"Hello, boys, you have a rehearsal tomorrow early noon. The rest of the day is yours, I will be in my room filling out your paper work. If you need anything you know where I'll be." Brian spoke quickly yet sternly then walked out the room. Ringo and John flashed a grin at George and all three instantly grabbed long coats, and hats, along with sunglasses. "We'll be out and about, chasing birds." John winked and pulled the other two put, leaving Paul and I alone.
He slowly walked towards me, a smile on his face as his lips attempted to meet mine. I pushed him back,
"We need to talk first."

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A/N:
Sorry for the late updates! I've been so busy but this is almost done sorry it sucks