'This is the bathroom, and this is the room you'll be renting.' Paul explained to the lads' new lodger, a 19 year old girl, with beautiful, shoulder length, brunette hair. She smiled, still completely amazed that she was about to move in with the Beatles, the greatest band around now.
'Thanks Paul, I'll have the rent paid to you Monday every week, £50 wasn't it?' Emma queried.
'Oh, it doesn't have to be every week if you can't swing it. Just whenever you can love.' Paul smiled, sending tiny little shockwaves through her body. She shouldn't be attracted to him, he was 25 and she was only 19. But she couldn't help it, he was so good looking and polite.
'Do you wanna meet the rest of the lads properly? Instead of them just gazing at you dreamily!' Paul laughed. Emma joined in the laughter, nodding her head at the same time. They wandered down the two flights of stairs into the extravagant hallway, her three suitcases and few boxes at the door. They both ignored them, wandering back to the kitchen, where Ringo, George and John were sitting at the island counter in the center. They looked up from their coffees, letting their eyes take in the very skinny, good looking girl that was moving in.
'This is Emma guys, please stop drooling John.' Paul mocked, noticing John's open mouthed stare. John shut his mouth, and walked towards Emma. He extended his right hand, smiling profusely.
'John Lennon. My word you're beautiful, need me to show you around?' John asked, already hitting on their roommate. She blushed, not used to the attention from older men.
'Um, no thankyou, Paul already did that for me' She smiled apologetically. George and Ringo introduced themselves with a little wave, too interested in their coffees to care much more. 'I'm just gonna go and unpack, I'll be back soon.' Emma announced, getting up from the seat she had recently taken by Ringo, deserting the coffee John had just poured for her. He looked slightly hurt at her rejecting it, but got over it soon enough.
'Let me and John help you get them upstairs love, don't want you to hurt yourself!' Paul cut in front of her on the way out of the door, closely followed by John. Paul had a new shine to his eyes John had only just began to notice after Emma had shown up.
'Oh, you don't have to, I can manage' Emma tried, but they already had hold of the three suitcases and were rushing up the stairs. She grabbed a light box, following slowly after them. By the time she'd reached her bedroom door, they had arrived with the other boxes.
'Need us to help you unpack? Fold panties and stuff?' John asked, earning himself a rewarding punch from Paul.
'Ignore him Emma, he's just a dick' Paul announced, grabbing John and throwing him out the door before slamming it. Emma smiled in appreciation before opening the closet that was in her room. She was amazed at how big it was, big enough to fit 10 times how much clothing she had brought with her. She chucked a suitcase on her bed and started unzipping it.
'Do you genuinely need some help? I honestly don't mind. I'm not busy, and why should a pretty girl like you be alone in her room for hours? Besides, I'd like to get to know you a bit' Paul said, knowing she wouldn't be able to refuse.
'Sure, why not? Do you mind doing that box over there? It's all my photos and stuff. If you could arrange them here I'd be happy' Emma smiled, pointing to exactly where she wanted them to be put. Paul smiled in agreement, and started pulling photo frames carefully out of their bubblewrap, discarding it on the grey carpet. He came across a photo he was sure was a very young Emma, with a lady he supposed was her Mum.
'This your Mam?' He asked, holding up the photo. Emma looked at the photo that Paul was holding, and gazed at it, a lump forming in her throat. Tears formed in her eyes, threatening to spill over. Paul noticed, and put the frame down gently on the cabinet he was supposed to be filling. He ran over to Emma, grabbing her in for a hug as her tears began to spill. He held her tight as she sobbed, feeling so bad for bringing up a clearly sore subject.
'She died when I was 14' Emma managed to say after about a minute of crying. Paul held her at arms length and looked straight into Emma's eyes.
'Mine died when I was 14 too. I know how you feel darling. Please, don't be sad, it's moving day! We should be celebrating! Fancy a drink?' Paul asked, hoping to change the subject. Emma smiled, but rejected his offer. He kissed her forehead, before moving back to unpacking the photos. Half an hour later, he was done and most of the room was ready. Emma sat down on her bed, clearly tired.
'God, I'm knackered.' She mumbled, laying down on her king size bed and staring at the ceiling. Paul came over and sat down beside her head, ignoring the rest of the room on the bed.
'You want any dinner? I'm sure the lads will be arguing which take away right about now!' Paul joked. She smiled.
'I'm not too hungry to be honest, just need to relax for a while. She sat back up so her leg was slightly brushing Paul's. Paul put his arm round her, and pulled her close.
'I know you just moved in today, but I feel like I've known you for years. If you ever need someone to talk to about you Mum, I'm always here. It's hard to believe anyone understands, but I genuinely do. Please, wherever I am, no matter how busy I am, I don't mind. Remember that' Paul said, rubbing Emma's shoulder gently. Emma pulled away from the hug slightly, looking straight into Paul's eyes.
'You really mean that?' Emma asked, looking touched that someone she knew so little cared so much. Paul nodded. They held their gaze for a few seconds before Paul began moving his head closer to Emma's. Their lips were so close to kissing until the door flew open and they sprung apart.
'Woah, didn't know I'd be interrupting something, sorry!' John shouted. Paul shot him the dirtiest look he could manage before moving away from Emma.
'What do you want John?' Paul asked bluntly, noticing Emma was very embarrassed at almost being caught kissing a guy she'd just met.
'Dinner. What do you fancy?' He asked. Paul shrugged. 'Suit yourselves then. See ya' He shouted before winking at Paul and shutting the door. Emma looked up at Paul and smiled. Paul smiled back, before walking out of the room and closing the door.
