From Me To You (Beatles Fanfic)

Chapter 11

<Lucy POV>

*After the concert*

"That was great boys!" I cheer. George comes up to me and kisses me. "I heard you screaming." He says smiling. "How did you know it was me?" I say raising my eyebrows. "I heard 'goooo Georgie!' " he says in a totally fake impression of me. "Haha. Bite me." I snap. "I will." He growls in my ear. "It wasn't meant for a sexual innuendo." I sigh rolling my eyes. "Time for partying!" John whooped. "I'm not in the mood for a hangover tomorrow ya bastard." I whine to John. "Ahh well too late love." I cross my arms across my chest. "George can we go back to the hotel? I'm tired." I give him my puppy dog eyes . "As much as I want to give in love, let us enjoy ourselves." I sigh. "Oh ok! I'm doing this because of you!" I throw my hands up in the air.

We go to the pub and I refuse alcohol. In about an hour, George, Paul, and John are off their asses drunk. "Luuucccy do ya wannaaaaa dance?" George slurs. "Ah what the hell?" I smile and go with George to the dance floor. "Have a beerrrr. Let loooooose a bit." George says. He wraps his arms tightly around my waist and pulls me close. "Are goin' to leave me?" George asks in a low whisper. "Like ya said before, I and all of us don't have a hell of a clue how to get me back." I quote him. "Well good. Yer not gonna leave my side." George says. I must say, his possessiveness is kinda... Sexy. "George I'm goin' to the bathroom." I pout. He loosens his grip and I head to the girls lou I go in and see Pattie Boyd. I mentally slap myself. I rub my eyes. No it's not her. I just do my 'business' and leave. The second I leave the Lou I see some thing that makes me wanna hurl. Pattie, at least I think it's her, she's pulling George out of the pub, kissing him. Tears pool in my eyes.

I search the crowd. I finally find Ringo and I pull him out of the pub. "Whoa. What's wrong?" He says noticing my tears. "Let's go back." I say. I take his hand in mine and we hail a taxi. We hop in and that's when Ringo pelts me with questions. "Ok, what happened?" I spill. "I was dancing with George, and I went to the bathroom. I thought I had saw Pattie Boyd but I thought I was dreaming. So I did my business and I came out and I saw Pattie actually was dragging George out and kissing him. " I choked up on the last part.

I snuggle into Ringo's shirt. "Why?" I cry. "He's drunk." Ringo comforts me. "I feel like yer always looking out for me." I say with a small a scouse accent. Ringo chuckles then replies. "Of course. The lads and I love you. George the most though. I know George. If he had half of a brain, he would've stopped Pattie in her act. But he didn't I guess." Ringo explains. "I just wish I could go back home. It's better than what I have laid out before me here." I sigh. Ringo tenses. "Love, don't go. George is smitten with you. You saved him. " Ringo says. "I'm over George. Since I'm stuck here, I might as well get my own flat and job." I say.

"Yer always welcome to stay with me ya know." Ringo says. "I know. But I don't want to be living off of you." I explain. "Oh." We stop at the hotel and we get out. We walk up to his room. When he grabs his key I open my mouth to speak. "Thank you." I blurt out. "For what?" He chuckles. "Comforting me. I'm not going to forgive the bastard for a while." I say, chuckling. "I wouldn't." Ringo laughs. I fling myself onto the bed and sigh. "I can't believe you helped me to stop crying." I say amazed. "Why? You say it like its a miracle." Ringo lays down next to me. "When my ex boyfriend broke up with me, I cried for days. Even my best friends couldn't help." I say chuckling at the ridiculous memory. "Can I borrow one of yer shirts?" I ask sheepishly. "I see yer developin' a scouse accent." Ringo inquires. "Yep. I've noticed." I smile.

He throws me the shirt he gave me last time. I throw it on and climb into the bed. Ringo climbs in next to me. "G'Night." "G'night."

<Dream>

"Oh my god George.." I looked at him laying lifeless in John's arms. "Come on." I say. A tear glides across my cheek. "It's all my fault. " I whisper. "No it's not." Paul says. A pained sob escapes my lips. "I love you George. Please don't leave me ." I beg.

<Dream Over>

My eyes flutter open. I remember last night and a tear drops from my eye. I take a look at Ringo. He held me tight against his bare chest. I smile. His eyelids flutter open. His blue eyes look at me. "Are you done checking me out?" I giggle. Ringo blushes. "We have a meeting with Brian today." Ringo says glumly. "If ya wanna have a lazy day or go out, let me know. Alright?" Ringo smiles. "Thanks Rings." I hug him. "Wait.. all of me clothes are in George's room." I realize. "We'll sneak in there." Ringo suggests.

"Good idea." I smile. My eyes water a bit remembering last night. "Ringo, I'm breaking up with George." I declare. Ringo's eyes light up a little. "Come on. I have to get me clothes. I can't just wear yours." I say. Ringo smiles. "Yer right. Come on, me lady. " Ringo holds out his hand and I gladly take it. We walk over to George's empty room. We grab all of my clothes and I quickly wrote a note.

"Dear George,

I saw the whole scenario at the pub. I'm sorry but, I can't be your girlfriend anymore. I'm getting my own flat and job. I can't just live off of you guys. Thanks for everything,

Lucy Jordyn" .

I left the note hesitantly on the counter, knowing George he goes straight to the food. "Let's go." I say to Ringo he nods. "Can ya stay with me for a while? You can get yer job and wait 'til have enough for yer own flat." Ringo said. I think if I'm well hidden, they won't know. "Sure. As long as the lads don't know." I say. "Gotcha. Ye will 'leave' today." Ringo uses air quotes for 'leave'. "I need ta change rings." I say. He blushes. "I'll be in the kitchen." He says. I put on a black mini skirt and a navy blue blouse.

"Ok I'm all dressed Rings, ya can come outta hiding." I laugh.