AN: P.S I made a VERY TERRIBLE mistake on the last chapter! If you read the chapter before when it first came out, read the end again because I added some more stuff that I forgot. Its a cliff-hanger so read it or this doesn't make sense! Now back to our previously scheduled program. P.S.S I'm sorry I didn't upload sooner! P.S.S.S I mess up the first time uploading it, sorry every one!

Chapter Four

With A Little Help From My Friends

August 5, 1963 (Same, exact time as the previous chapter)

We all froze with our lips parted-Ringo, George, Paul, John and I. What was Brian Epstein, their manager, doing here? I, we, didn't even have an explanation for my being here yet and now we have to explain why a 20-year old girl is standing in The Beatles kitchen, in their apartment. I wasn't one of their girlfriends after all, and I am not going to be a one-night lover. After several long, hour-like minutes of silence, Mr. Epstein broke it.

"Ummm, 'Ello," he directed at me, then turned to John. "John, whose this?"

"Oh," John snapped back to reality, "uh, Eppy, this is-"

"You guys when drinking again, didn't ya" Mr. Epstein questioned, he then let a big sigh. "Seriously, Richie, if your lonely..."

"Oi, she's not mine!" Ringo interrupted, he had this embarrassed look on his face that made me laugh, despite the awkward and terrifying situation I was in.

"Actually, she's why I called-" John responded. He called?!

"You called?!" Paul said with a confused, angry expression on his face

"Yes, I was going to tell Eppy here that we hired a maid!" John turned back to the sofa, " so, you don't have to babysit us anymore." As John flopped on the sofa, George tagged along

"She cooks, cleans and she's a nurse!" I faced at him with a puzzled look, I wasn't a nurse. Then I realized he was referring to the time when I took care of Paul after that fight with Ralph.

"Nurse?" Brian asked, turning to me Ringo grabbed Paul's hair and dragged him to Brian.

"See? Paulie here got a black-eye and now look." He pointed at the small bruise on Paul's cheek

"Get'off me, ya twat!" Paul said, pushing away Ringo from his hair. "So?"

Mr. Epstein thought about it for a second and then turned to me. "How long where you here, already?"

"About five days" I spoke up before any of the boys could speak for me. He thought about it some more before speaking again.

" Jesus, boys, you know..." He started, he tried again but stopped himself. "God. Fine, you know what fine. Why the hell not?!" He said with a angry expression, which confused me but I was still too happy to let it bother me. The boys all smiled but before we could say anything, Brian started again.

"But," he said turning to me, my heart sank as he said it. "Don't be going around shaggin' you brains out with them! I don't need all four Beatles distracted by the bird in the apartment. Got it?"

"Yes, Yes. Of course" I said, walking up to shake his hand but turned back before I got to him. "Boys?"

"Yeah, 'fine with me!" George replied

"Me too!" Ringo chimed in

"Awwwww," John mocked, I tried to hide my blush. "I guess it's fine with me..."

We all turned to Paul as he looked down at his shoes, disconnected from the conversation. he finally noticed us when he looked up. "OH, it's fine with me!"

Brian was about to leave when I realized that I didn't introduce myself. When we were done exchanging information and emergency protocols, he left. "Remember, Paul, John! Finish that song, we are going to be behind-"

"Got it, Sarg!" John mock-saluted to Brian. Mr. Epstein just rolled his eyes and left, slamming the door.

Later that day-

"He really isn't that bad" Paul explained as I got my shoes on to go to work. "He just doesn't know you yet, trust me when he warms up to you, he's a real card!"

"I bet."

"Who drives you today?"

"I don't know... actually it's you!"

"Oh," he grabbed his coat, " let's get going then!"

The car ride was quite nice, even though it was raining. Paul sang softly to the songs that played on the radio as I watched the rain on the window race down to the bottom. We were almost there when I blurted out my question.

"How come you drive me to work but you can't drive to your own concert?"

"Well, the fans expect us at a concert, they don't expect to find us at a small cafe, dropping off a 20-something waitress."

"Touche, sir. Touche."We laughed softly as we pulled up to Jerry's, I said that he didn't have to pick me up because I know that he had to work on the song with John. It was kind of cold out but that didn't matter. I just stepped into the diner.

.Later, later that day (around 2-ish)

I was done my short shift and walking home when it happened. Now before you get all fussed, let me explain. I walked out of Jerry's, and dropped my compact mirror. I'm not a girly-girl but that doesn't mean I can't look good, right? Anyway, I bent down to pick it up when a car drove too close to the gutter and drenched me in dirty, sewer water. Now newly soaked, I walked home in the rain, umbrella closed and using it as a cane. I couldn't have been more angry if I tried. If a worm walked in my path, I would squish it. When I finally got to the apartment, I stormed into the living room (or front room for you imaginative folks) and threw my stuff down on the floor under the coat rack. As, I stormed into the kitchen, John and Paul (writing their song) were just staring at me.

"What happened to you?" John said, actually quite surprised although still holding back a laugh.

"Don't Even," I snapped at them both. "I got soaked by a car."

"Shouldn't you take a shower?" Questioned Paul

"Jesus, Paul, if you want to see her naked, there are much more un-pervish ways of doing so..." John joked. Paul shot him a dirty look before turning back to me.

"I need to get this sauce on the stove or my garlic with be just-"

"Love, we get it, we don't need you life story." John snorted. I paused, turned to him and gave him a serious look while leaning on the counter.

"John, who hurt you?" Paul chuckled under his breath, but John just sat there looking at me very seriously. I think he thought that I wasn't joking. I just turned around and spun the dial to simmer the sauce. Paul swore and got my attention.

"What?" I said

"I can't... we can't figure out what to put in this song."

"Well I can I hear it?" Paul and John looked at each other, then the picked up there guitars and started the chorus. I always found John's voice so enchanting, even though I wasn't that into the Beatles.

"She loves you, something, something. See we can't figure out what to put there, we got every thing else though." John said passing me the sheet with the lyrics

"The song is already good," I said looking at the sheet. "Just maybe... hmmm, Oh! Why not just put some filler?"

"Filler?" Paul questioned

"Yeah, just put some skat filler, like do-bees and other things. Play it for me, the chorus." John pick up his guitar and strummed the chorus. "She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah! She loves you yeah, yeah, yeah!" I sang, surprising both of them that I could sing.

"But that's lazy writing," Paul motioned

"But it's an idea." I replied

"Well, I like it" John said, surprising me at least. "In fact, why don't we just keep that?"

"Lazy!" Paul teased

"And that's my idea! What are you gonna pay me, Johnny?" I pouted as I put my hands on my hips. He looked at me for a minute then got up from the sofa. John walked towards me, eyes glued to mine as if he was going to dive right into them. I got more and more nervous as he got closer to me, but I didn't dare look away. When he got to me, he stood no closer then 'pin length' away from my chest, and looked down at me, still staring. John was almost a whole head taller then me and that made him even more intimidating. He lifted his hand and brushed a stray hair back behind my ear, then leaned down to my ear. His hot breath gliding around it.

"Don't make me tickle you," he whispered

I chuckled as I exhaled, "Bring it!"

John lunged at me, but I dodged him and ran to the arm chair that Paul was in. As I used Paul as a shield, John tried to reach around him to get me. Paul was laughing so hard while I teetered around him trying to avoid John's hands, which he had out in front himself. When he finally grabbed my forearm, swung me around getting himself soaked. Paul and I laughed and I eventually gave in to letting them use "yeah, yeah, yeah" thing. I then left to take a shower.

I plugged my record player into the outlet in the bathroom. I asked the boys if I could used their records, and they agreed as long as I don't scratch them. While I was looking through them, Paul and John said they had to met up with Ringo and George at the studio to do an un-recorded demo for George Martin, their producer, and Brian. It would take 30 minutes to an hour, so I had some time. My plan was to take a hot bath and light some candles and have some me-relaxing-time. Several minutes later, I found a demo record of a new Beatles album "With the Beatles". It looked good and had some of my favorite current songs on it, so I decided to give it a go. Even though they probably don't want me to listen to it yet, it was in their record collection to be fair. So I started it and got the candles ready, and even started to sing along when I started to draw the bath and get the bath salts. I was have a blast in my bubble-bath, singing along with Paul and John and soaking my hair to get the grime out. Then my favortite song came on, "You Really Got A Hold On Me", and I lost it! I couldn't help but sing at the top of my lungs, I was just being me and I loved it!

John's POV

We walked up the stairs to our apartment that evening, bloody elevator broke. Good thing George and Brian liked the new song, makes it much easier on Paulie and me. But when the lads and I got to our level, we heard loud music, rock and roll to be exact. We walked down further and I realized it was coming from our room. We all looked at each other before opening the door to our version of "You Really Got A Hold On Me" and a young girl singing along, Holly. We all smiled and giggled as we heard her practically scream her heart out to the tune. Then I got the best idea, so I told the boys and asked them to play along.

Regular POV

I grabbed my brush and used it as a microphone, dreaming I was on stage preforming with them. I loved to sing by my-self, in front of people is a different story. I don't know why but when I'm singing, I feel vulnerable. I guess that's why this was that much more enjoying for me. Then my favorite part of the song arrived.

I sang "-You really got a hooold on me!... I love you and that's all I can do so just, hold me!"

"PLEASE!" I shrieking mock-girl voice filled the bathroom

"Hold me!" the song played

"SQUEEZE!" the boys piled into the bathroom I froze mortified in terror as they started to sing along with the track in the bathroom... while I was in the bath... naked. Let's just say, thank GOD that I had a bubble-bath.

"GET OUT!" I shrieked before I could think. They just laughed, and I'll admit it was tough not to. The most they got was a feint smirk, though. When they showed no sign of leaving, I threw a wet louffa at John and they all left in mock-terror of the thought of getting wet.

Around 4 o'clock ( after my bath)-

I came out in my pink, silk robe drying my hair, when I found them all in the living room. John was sniffing the sauce in the pot, Ringo was reading a book upside down, George was tuning Paul's bass and Paul was dancing with the coat rack, obviously not trying to hard to act natural.

"You guys are terrible," I said in a smile

"What?" Ringo said, still reading his magazine

"Walk in on a girl taking a bath, you guys are perverts,"

"Oi, is'not our fault," George looked up from Paul's bass and setting it down. "John was the one who was curious!" I turned to John

"What never seen a girl naked?" I joked, putting my hands on my hips. They all just chuckled, but I was only person who noticed that John didn't answer the question. I went over to John and the pot and shooed him away. I stirred the sauce and put the noodles in when Ringo rushed over.

"Oh so that's what that was? Well, good! I'm done with take-out and Macca's signature mashed-potatoes." I smiled at Ringo.

"Oh Rings, at least SOME ONE appreciates my cooking!" I said looking at John and Paul, who has stopped dancing with the coat rack and started to set the table.

After dinner we sat and talked for a while. Ringo told jokes, while John bashed them or added on to it. George and I just sat there laughing, adding to the conversation when necessary. Paul then got us in a game of would-you-rather and started probably the best night of my life. I never really had guy or really close friends that I could do this with. Sure I had friends, but it's not the same as really good friends that your can just keep a conversation going with even though there's nothing else to say. All we did was talk for hours on end and that made me decide that this is what I wanted, more then anything else. I made the right decision staying with the Beatles, and to confirm my theory I turned to Paul. I smiled at him and he turned and smiled at me, a genuine smile that meant he was pleased. Whether he meant me being there or the conversation, I knew he felt the same way.

...

I was in my room reading a magazine when someone knock on my door.

"Come in," I called It was John. He looked worried but still had a smile on his face, so I just rolled over and patted the spot next to me. "Oh, hey John, what's up?" I asked, him still in the door way and me still half focused on my magazine.

"Hey, uh," He started, then paused to walk over to my bed and sat down, not really facing me. "...I wanted to... apologize for last night.." I looked at him, I smiled and held his arm and started rubbing it with my thumb. I didn't know really what he was talking about but I wanted to, really badly. When I realized he was talking about his drunken conversation with me about marrying him and 'making love' to him, I just laughed and let go of the previous stress of not knowing.

"Oh that?" I said, sitting up and moving my arm to his shoulders. "It's fine, it couldn't be helped if you tried." I smiled at him. When he returned it, I shoulder-hugged him. I kissed him the cheek and he lightly blushed.

"What was that for?" he said cheekily

"For dropping your tough-guy mask for a second to do something nice."

"What? I'm not nice?" He said, we both just chuckled as apposed to answering the question. I walked him to the hall, both of still smiling, "Well, good-night-"I started to close the door, when he jammed his foot in-between the door and the frame. I opened it and his hand came up to my face, holding it into an embrace. He stroked my cheek with his thumb as he stared at me again.

"You know..." He started then paused. " You have hazel eyes, right?"

"You've got to stop doing that," I said looking down at his shoes and closing the door.