George's P.O.V

"Well George," John grins at me from across Paul's hotel room, "how's the holiday romance going?"

He sits reading from a local newspaper whilst myself, Paul and Ringo get changed into our psychedelic outfits for the I Am the Walrus music video. I knew it wouldn't be long before John brought the topic of Cathy up on front of the rest of the lads (though I'd hope he'd have let it be). I feel Paul and Ringo's expectant eyes on me as they wait for me to spill the beans; I'm not sure Paul will be too happy about 'holiday romances' on the set of his film. I feel flustered.

"What holiday romance?" I purposely act dumb, hoping to conceal my blushes, "You're the one with the new girlfriend, John."

"Girlfriend, eh?" Paul raises an eyebrow at John jokingly, as he pulls on a fur coat, "I always thought I was the only one for you, Johnny!"

"Get lost," John cackles and hits Paul with the rolled up newspaper, "I'm not a bloody queer!"

"Who's the lucky lady then?" Ringo grins at John, and I let out a quiet sigh of relief now conversation has turned to Ruby.

"She's a model!" John boasts proudly, beaming from ear to ear, "Her name's Ruby."

"So what?" I purposely wind him up, "I live with a model."

"She can't be that great," John retaliates, "if you need to go looking for girlfriends on tour buses."

"You've got a new girlfriend as well, George?" Paul asks sweetly, but I can tell his annoyed, "Who have you wooed now?"

"She's called Cathy," John answers the question for me with a smug smile, "and she's mad for him."

"You don't know that, John." I reply awkwardly as I pull on a patterned shirt, "We're just really good friends."

"Don't be slack, George!" John retorts loudly, "She's crackers for you! You'd only have to give here the look and her knickers would be round her ankles!"

"I like the sound of this Cathy!" Ringo adds wittily and I feel my cheeks blaze crimson, "If things don't work out with you George, can I have her?"

"She's not that kind of girl!" I fight to protect her reputation, "She's really intelligent and spiritual. I feel I can talk to her about things easier…we've got a sort of bond."

"Already?" Paul looks cynical, "It's only the third day into filming and it sounds like you're planning on living with the girl!"

"They've already nearly kissed!" John pipes up again, "I saw them together after the big race…ogling each other like love stuck teenagers."

"We weren't!" my cheeks feel like they're on fire.

"C'mon Georgie boy," John whines, "You don't have to hide it. You'd have to be blind not to notice something is going on between you two."

"Look!" I feel my temper going and I have to stop myself yelling, "Just leave it. We're not in a romantic relationship, ok? Get over it."

"Ok, ok" Paul steps in before things get out of hand, "let's just leave it at that, John. If George wants to have a secret relationship, it's up to him."

I shoot Paul a hurt glance. I know he's trying to play the guilt trip card on me and make me feel bad about going behind Pattie's back, but it's not like that. Well…I'm not sure how to explain it. At first I tried to convince myself that I didn't have feelings for Cathy, and that we were just a chance friendship; I wanted to believe that I had eyes only for my wife and would reserve my kisses for her lips only. But now, I can only think about Cathy's blushing cheeks and the long brunette hair the flies around her pretty face in the wind. I keep reliving the moment we almost shared a kiss and I find myself itching to live out my perfect fantasies of making love to her. Things haven't been going as well as they should between me and Pattie lately, and our marriage seems to have hit a rough patch…so isn't it natural that I should be falling for another girl who will love me unconditionally?

"Right, lads!" John cries as he puts on his walrus mask, "Let's shoot a music video!"

As we arrive on set of the video, I find my eyes wandering around the empty military air base to look for Cathy despite the fact I know she's back at the hotel with the rest of the cast; a part of me hopes that she might have followed us here and is stood watching from behind the cameras. Even as we're filming with our instruments and lip syncing to the song, my find is flooded with Cathy's lovely face and her enchanting voice echoes in my ears. I can't focus on the song, and as we take a short break from filming, it is obvious that Paul has noticed I'm preoccupied.

"Look George," Paul speaks quietly to me over a cup of tea, "I know you've got this thing going on with one of the girls…but could you please concentrate. I can't have your relationships getting in the way of the film."

"I'm not in a relationship, Paul." I reply coolly, trying not to over react, "I'm just a little tired, that's all. Sitting on a tour bus for hours really knocks it out of me."

"Hmmm," Paul looks unconvinced but is prepared to let the subject drop, "well, just try to look alive, ok Georgie?"

Back at the hotel, I find myself desperately searching for Cathy…

I spot her sat in the empty lobby, still reading the book I leant her and my heart wells up with pure affection. I sneakily creep across the room, still wearing the rabbit mask from the video shoot, and sheepishly tap her on the shoulder. She glances up from the book and lets out a startled cry at the sight of the rabbit looming over her; I don't blame her, these masks are pretty creepy. I grab hold of her wrist as she automatically lifts her hand to hit me in self-defence, but this only makes her shriek louder and I'm worried she'll attract attention.

"Let go of me!" she cries out, and writhes beneath my grip, "Let me go!"

"Cathy!" I try calm her down and lift the mask away from my face, "Relax, it's me! It's George."

"George!" she cries, but I feel her tensed arm relax against my grip, "You scared me to death! What is that?"

"It's for the I Am the Walrus video," I take the mask off, and discard it on an empty chair (if Paul saw this, he'd have a fit), "sorry for scaring you."

"It's fine, George," she replies smiling, and my heart flutters cheerfully, "I can't stay mad at you anyway."

"Thanks" I smile awkwardly and find myself collecting her in my arms in a warm hug.

She's perfect to hold, the way she gently presses herself into me and delicately drapes her arms around my shoulders. Her long hair hangs all around me and cascades over my arms. I breathe in her sweet scent hungrily and I'm filled with an uncontrollable hunger to take her. We pull away from the tender hug, and she gives me an appreciative smile. I can't fight back my emotions anymore…I love her.