Hey guys! It's been a while since I last updated this story, and I'm really getting into it now, so you should probably expect more updates. I hope you like this chapter!

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"Oh, look! There they are!" Cyn cried as she pushed through passers-by in the airport.

She wrapped me in a hug that could kill and then a laid into John.

"Look at this poor girl's face! She saw the fans didn't she? I told you I should've gone to get her!"

John took a cigarette and his lighter out of his pocket and lit up. "You would've caused more trouble with Maggie."

"And look at your jacket!" Cyn cried pointing to John's torn off jacket sleeve.

"I know…third one this week!"

I must have looked pretty shaken because Cyn turned and began fussing over me again.

"Florence, love, are you alright? The fans didn't get you too bad, did they?"

Oh, yes, the fans got me. After an hour on the road with Uncle Paul, my father, and the driver, we finally pulled up to the airport entrance. Everything seemed normal at first, but that was only the calm before the storm. When we made it even closer to the terminal, I knew something was wrong when I saw the hordes of policemen.

"What's going on?" I asked, still staring in awe.

"The fans." was the reply from my father.

I didn't know what he meant. Did they have fans? Were they famous? My train of thought was derailed when I heard a bloodcurdling scream from outside. I thought we'd hit someone.

"JOHN AND PAUL!"

In a split second, the many policemen I saw were trying to hold back the throng of screaming and crying teenage girls. I don't think I've ever seen that many girls in my entire life since.

"Mr. Lennon, Mr. McCartney, how do you want to do this?" The diver turned around and asked.

"Stop in front of the entrance."

The driver obeyed the order and drove forward only a few feet and parked the car. At that moment, the policemen could hold back any longer, and let the fans loose. They came at us like starving tigers to meat. A blond girl threw herself against the windshield of the car and screamed for Uncle Paul. Another girl with glasses pushed her face up against the window closest to me and clawed at it, trying to get in. What the hell was going on?

"John, 'ow are we gonna get Flo out of here?"

More and more girls hurled themselves at us, screaming their hearts out. In my mind, those teenagers weren't fans…they were monsters! If I wasn't scared before, I was terrified when the girls began to shake the limo rapidly. I truly believed I wasn't going to make it out of the car alive.

"I don't know…we'll 'ave to wing it, won't we?"

My dad climbed over Uncle Paul and to the door.

"Don't go out there…you'll die!" I cried.

John ignored me and went out anyway. I thought the screams couldn't get any louder, but when my dad stepped out of the car, they increased tenfold. I watched in horror as they mauled him. They pulled at his clothing, touched his face, screamed of their undying devotion to him, and asked for autographs.

"Brace yerself, my dear. We're goin' out next." Uncle Paul muttered.

I barely had time to blink before Uncle Paul grabbed my hand, opened the limo door, and shoved me out with him. More girls came out of thin air and went after Uncle Paul and I.

"PAUL, I LOVE YOU!"

"JOHN, I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES!"

I was poked, prodded, nudged, and pinched. I didn't like it at all. If it were even possible, additional fans came and circled the two of us. It was like they were closing in on me, and I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe.

"Flo…you don't look so good." Uncle Paul yelled to me.

"I don't feel good." I mumbled in reply.

"JOHN! SHE'S GONNA GET SICK!" Paul cried.

I could hardly see my father in the crowd of fans, and I doubted he even heard Uncle Paul. When Paul saw nothing was being done about my current situation, he hauled me over his shoulder and began to run.

"We'll get outta here…don't you worry." he kept whispering.

I felt like he was comforting himself more than me. My eyes were shut so tightly that I thought I'd never open them again. I didn't want to see the girls, I didn't want to see my dad covered in girls, and I didn't want to feel stuck anymore. And to make matters worse, I still didn't know why the fans were there.

After, what felt like, an hour, Uncle Paul reached the door and threw me through it. I landed on my feet, thankfully, in the middle of the airport lobby with no sign of him or John. I could still see the fans out of the huge windows, but the two of them were gone. I had no clue what to do, and I suddenly felt like they weren't coming back for me; That this whole thing was a joke and they really didn't want me.

After a while, crowd began to dissipate slowly. Girl after girl stalked off, wiping at their eyes and sniffling, but there was no sign of John or Paul. One brunette was happily dragging a black piece of long fabric behind her as she was escorted out by the police. My stomach lurched into my throat as I realized what the girl was toting as her prize. It was a jacket sleeve and I was one hundred percent sure it was either Uncle Paul's or my father's. I shot over to the windows and pushed my nose to the pane, frantically searching for them.

"What's she doin', Paulie?"

"Dunno…she looked sick before, but I don't think she's throwin' up."

"We should go get 'er. We're gonna miss our flight and Cyn's probably havin' a cow!"

I was still having my panic attack at the windows when I felt a strong hand grip my shoulder. I turned around and saw my father. Uncle Paul wasn't too far behind him, and they both looked like they took quite a beating. John's jacket was torn, Uncle Paul's face was lightly scratched, and their hair was disheveled.

"Let's get goin', kiddo." John said.

"Where were you guys?" I asked, relieved but still upset.

Instead of answering my question, John grabbed my hand and began to walk. I could tell we were pressed for time as Uncle Paul was literally running toward the gates. He'd look back every once in a while to see if we were keeping up with him, which we weren't.

"You guys are too slow! Eppy's gonna kill us!"

John deliberately slowed down and decided to walk at a snail's pace, just to annoy Paul.

"I love to bug 'im."

I watched Uncle Paul turn around once more and give us both a death glare. Being late was obviously not his thing.

"Let's go!" He yelled.

John laughed and picked up the pace while squeezing my hand tighter in his. Looking back now, moments like that make me miss him.

After being pulled through numerous people and dodging many suitcases, we finally saw Cyn, Brian, and the rest of our group.

"Oh, look! There they are!" Cyn cried as she pushed through passers-by.

She wrapped me in a hug that could kill and then a laid into John.

"Look at this poor girl's face! She saw the fans didn't she? I told you I should've gone to get her!"

John took a cigarette and his lighter out of his pocket and lit up. "You would've caused more trouble with Maggie."

"And look at your jacket!" Cyn cried pointing to John's torn off jacket sleeve.

"I know…third one this week!"

I must have looked pretty shaken because Cyn turned and began fussing over me again.

"Florence, love, are you alright? The fans didn't get you too bad, did they?"

I decided not to answer, and I wouldn't have been able to respond anyway. There was a crackling and hissing noise, and suddenly a woman was talking over the loudspeaker.

"Flight 322 to Liverpool, England is now boarding!"

"Alright, boys, that's us," Eppy said, and handed out the tickets. "We're taking a private plane, so we're going to have to face the fans on the tarmac again. Just remember to smile and wave…the sooner we get it over with, the sooner we go home."

Everyone nodded and picked up their luggage, getting ready to walk back outside. It suddenly hit me that my suitcase was in the back of the limo John, Paul, and I took.

"Cyn, I don't have my suitcase…" I said.

"Don't worry, dear, Mal took care of that."

I didn't know who this Mal was but he certainly was a lifesaver. I hardly had enough time to think before Eppy came over, patted my head, and then began talking with my mother.

"You two will follow the boys and I out. You'll be the last ones to board the plane. We need to ensure the boys' safety."

Mom nodded and grabbed my hand. Eppy turned back to the boys and signaled them to walk toward the nearest exit where security was waiting. We all walked toward the door and as my father, uncles, and Eppy filed out of the building, the one guard put his hand in front of Cyn and I and told us to get lost. As Cyn tried to explain our situation to the guard, I watched as everyone marched out onto the tarmac without us. I began to get nervous. Sure, I was with my mother, but it was obvious that, even though she was trying her best, her negotiating with security was getting us nowhere. I suddenly knew that we were going to get left behind, and the panic sunk in.

John, who was several feet ahead of us, suddenly whipped around and spotted us still at the door, getting hassled by security. He instantly ran over and tried to help us.

"They're with me." he snarled, and we were immediately let out.

Cyn huffed and we scurried out behind John. I could tell by the way she was keeping her head down that she was embarrassed. I wondered if this sort of thing happened to my mother all the time. John didn't say anything to us and continued to walk on toward the plane.

As we got closer to the group and the plane, I heard the crazed screams again. I started to feel as though I were stuck again, and I hated it. Little did I know that I'd always feel this way when confronted with groups of people or fans. This time, the girls were behind fences on either side of us. My father and uncles must have felt like caged animals. They all smiled for pictures, waved, and then quickly ran up the huge steps and boarded the plane. Cyn practically fell up the stairs as she hurried us both onto the plane, and I knew she thought they'd leave her behind if we didn't hurry.

Once on the plane, while everyone took seats in the front rows, Cyn escorted me to the back. She sat me down, told me she had to use the bathroom, and left. Uncle Ringo took a seat in front of me and then turned around.

"Hello." he said.

"Hi." I replied.

"Do you know 'ow to buckle yer seatbelt yet?"

"Yes, but not plane seatbelts."

"Oh."

He suddenly got up and kneeled in front of me. He took both ends of the seatbelt and buckled me in.

"Plane seatbelts are always tough the first time around. I remember when I went on my first plane ride…the stewardess 'ad to buckle me in. It was embarrassing. Can you imagine? A full grown man getting buckled in by a stewardess? How silly!"

He stood up and ruffled my hair, then went back to his seat. Not a minute later did Cyn come out of the bathroom with a wet face and a few tissues.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly, unsure of what happened to her.

"Yes, I'm okay. The plane is going to take off at any minute…you should probably take a nap, love. It's going to take a while to get home."

I nodded and decided to listen to her, hoping it would make her less upset than she already was. I rested my head against her arm and went to sleep.


Okay, that was chapter three! I'm not a big fan of this chapter, but I hope you like it. I don't know why, but it just feels weird to me…what do you guys think? Anyway, since I haven't been updating in a while, I'm going to update again tonight…just to make up for my absence. The next chapter is going to be great because we meet Julian! Review please!