A/N: So, here it is chapter seven. Thank you for the reviews, dear readers :D Thank you so very much! n_n I'll be quiet now.


George was sitting on the couch in his hotel room while looking out the window and smoking his cigarette. He was thinking about Carolyn, and kept on smiling and giggling by himself. It was a good thing that his friends weren't awake yet. He would always get nervous when he heard footsteps somewhere in the room, and turn on the TV. He left the TV on so he could easily pretend to watch it.

Paul walked out of his bedroom, and greeted George with a handsome smile on his face.

"Morning," George greeted him back. "How's your sleep?"

"It was fine," said Paul. "I had one of those dreams again." He grabbed a cigarette from the table, lighted it, and took a meaningful drag.

"What kind of dreams?" he asked, curious.

He looked at his younger friend with an eyebrow raised, and walked to him closer.

"You don't know what I mean?" he asked with a chuckle.

George's face turned serious, and his eyes widened when he found out what Paul meant.

"Would you like to listen?" asked Paul.

"NO!" he immediately answered and stood up. "No, I don't want to listen about it!"

Paul chuckled and shook his head. "Same ol' George." He said with a wide smile on his face.

Carolyn and her friends, Helen and Maria, were having breakfast in a coffee shop. They were eating pretzels and had tea for their drinks. She was reading her book, and wasn't focusing to her friends' conversation. They were talking in German, and she still couldn't understand the language. She was a rather slow learner.

"What do you think should we do today, Carolyn?" asked Helen.

She looked up from her book, and put on her thinking face.

"How about visiting the museums?" she suggested. "Or…visiting historical places?"

"How about we go to a bar and drink?" suggested Maria.

"No, that would be the plans for tonight," said Helen. They both started to argue in German.

Carolyn went back reading her book, and this time, she couldn't concentrate. She just hate it when she couldn't concentrate on reading a story that is very interesting. She marked the page with her bookmark where she stopped, closed the book, and put it inside her bag.

She looked out the window, and a few memories came back to her when she moved to London.

Flashback…

Carolyn was sitting on the seat alone. She looked out the window, and saw nothing but the rocky road, trees, and grasses. She wished that she was with George. They would probably play in the park or go adventuring.

It had been tough saying goodbye to him. Especially that she was close to him and was his best friend. She thought that it was going to be easy, but it wasn't.

She'd been crying so hard the night before. She couldn't believe that she was going to leave her only best friend in the whole universe. She prayed so hard that she would meet him again someday.

She let out a sad sigh, and thought how it would be being in London and socializing with different people. They were probably going to be very polite and fashionable…and different. She hoped that they were not too rude and too bossy. She couldn't stand being around people like that.

What if she won't be friends with her schoolmates? There will be no George Harrisons around her. She would be on her own. It was quite scary thinking about it.

She looked around the room, and saw a familiar handsome lad standing on the counter. She excused herself, and stood up from the chair. She approached him slowly, and hoped that he wouldn't be the wrong person. She stood beside him, and looked at him. He had the same baby face that she knew and saw when she was thirteen.

"Paul?" she asked.

He looked at her, and a wide smile went to his face.

"Carolyn!" he said kindly. "You really are here!"

"You didn't believe what George was telling you?" she asked him.

He hesitated, and shook his head. "No, not really," he admitted shyly.

"You haven't changed one bit!" she said. "Still having the same baby face, I know. And that cheeky smile of yours."

He let out a chuckle. "How are you?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm fine," she said. "I'm having breakfast with my friends, over there." She pointed her finger at her friends, and he looked at them.

"I see," he said with a nod, and looked at the girls with interest.

"And you?"

"I'm feeling just fine," he said and looked at her kindly. "But I'm still quite sleepy, though. I decided to buy breakfast for the boys."

She nodded her head. "I see!" she said. "What a kind thing to do, Paul! Did you see George this morning?"

He nodded his head. "Yes," he said. "He was sitting on the couch while smoking his ciggie."

"Oh…" she said dryly and with a nod. "He smokes?"

He nodded his head. "Yes. Why?"

She shrugged her shoulders, and a fake smile curled on her lips.

"Just asking." She said, and then put her hands on her hips. "Can I buy you breakfast, Paul?"

"Oh, that's alright," he said with a handsome smile on his face. "I'll buy it myself."

"Alright," she said and gave him a wink. "Tell George I said hi."

His smile turned into a smirk. "Why don't you come to the hotel and visit him?" he asked.

"That's a pretty good idea," she agreed. "But after breakfast with my friends. Can you wait?"

"Oh, yeah, sure," he nodded his head kindly.

"Sit with us, Paulie."

"Alright."

George answered the door, and a surprised look spread on his face. His eyes widened, and he started to feel nervous. Carolyn was standing on the doorway—and with Paul.

"Carolyn!" he said and smiled at her kindly. "Hi. What are you doing here?"

"I'm just paying you a visit," she said, and remembered about Paul. "And walking Paul here."

"Here I am, Georgie!" he said with his arms wide opened as he walked inside the room. "With breakfast that I bought for you rascals."

George looked at Paul. "Will you excuse me for a moment, Paul?"

He nodded his head. George walked out of the room, and closed the door behind him. Carolyn was standing before him with cold feet and sweaty palms.

"Hello, George," she greeted him nervously and rubbed her palms together.

He chuckled. "Carolyn," he answered, "do you have another reason why you're here?"

She nodded her head and bit her lip. "I just wanted to see and talk to you," she said and shifted her balance. Her body leaned front and back.

"Well…what would you like to talk about?" he asked her.

"I was wondering if you would like to walk on the streets of Hamburg with me," she said. "Just like we used to when we were still thirteen and fourteen in…Liverpool."

A wide smile spread to his face. "I thought you'd never ask," he said. "But after I eat breakfast. I'm starving!"

"Oh, yes, of course!" she said with a slight chuckle.

He opened the door, and he looked at her with kind eyes.

"Would you like to come in?" he asked her.

"Yes." She answered and walked inside the room. He closed the door behind them, and looked at her as she walked to the table awkwardly. According to him, her steps aren't awkward at all. They are graceful. He didn't dare to tell her that, or he'll die out of embarrassment.

She sat between Paul, who was busy eating the bread while drinking a cup of coffee. The rest of the boys went, and they were very surprised when they saw a girl sitting beside Paul.

"Paul!" cried John. "Is she your girlfriend? What about Dottie back home?"

Paul let out a laugh, and pointed his thumb on Carolyn. "Oh, she's George's girlfriend!"

"My girlfriend?" George demanded with red cheeks.

"Paul, seriously! George and I are not lovers!" insisted Carolyn with red cheeks after she hit Paul's arm very hard.

"She's feisty, George!" remarked John teasingly.

"Very funny, Lennon!"

"Oh, it is! I'm laughing right now because it's funny!" said John while laughing. "Aren't I, Stuart?"

"Yes, you are, Lennon!" said Stuart. "I'm laughing, too!"

The mysterious Pete Best hushed John and Stuart. His voice was rather deep, but he had handsome eyes. John and Stuart stared at him blankly, and they sat down on the chairs.

Before George could sit beside Carolyn, Stuart stole his seat, and sat very close to her. He was trying to make George jealous, but it certainly didn't work.

"What's your name, love?" he asked her.

"Carolyn. Carolyn Brown," she answered. "And you are Stuart. Oh! George told me so many things about you! You love to paint so much! I think that it's a brilliant hobby!"

A wide smile curled to his thin lips, and his handsome eyes twinkled. She smiled at him back kindly, and her cheeks turned red.

"You think so?" he asked her.

"Oh! yes!" she nodded her head. "If only people would respect art just as they respect rock n roll music."

"Exactly!" he agreed with her, and he looked at George, who was sitting beside him. "George! I like her! I like her a lot! No wonder you're in love with her." He shot George a wink, and looked at Carolyn again.

"Would you like to show me a few of your sketches?" she asked him.

"That would be gear," he said. "You have such an interesting face! Can I sketch your face?"

Her eyes lit up, and they twinkled just like the stars in the dark sky when it is in the night. She nodded her head eagerly. She and Stuart just made quite a strong friendship.

After waiting for George having breakfast, and being showed some sketches by Stuart, she finally walked down the street with her best friend, George. The wind blew their hairs gently, and the sun shone brightly.

"Today's weather is so warm!" she remarked. "Don't you think so, George?"

He nodded his head. "Yes, I do think so, Carolyn," he agreed with her. "And lovely."

"Oh! yes! Lovely, indeed!"

He walked closer to Carolyn, and she looked at him with kind eyes. She couldn't help to hold his hand, and she also couldn't help to think that he has soft hands. She giggled to herself, and he looked at her with an eyebrow raised.

"Why are you giggling to yourself?" he asked her, puzzled.

"I remembered something funny," she lied and smiled at him sweetly.

His cheeks turned pink when he saw a beautiful smile on her lovely face. Perhaps, the thing that he likes about her is that she doesn't want to change her physics. She didn't dye her hair color, and she still dresses nicely.

"What did you do in London for two years?" he asked her. "And has it changed?"

"I only studied, helped Barbara, and thought about Liverpool…about you, exactly," she said slowly and looked at him. "I was terribly missing you, and I kept on having dreams at night about you, mother, and Liverpool. Most of the dreams are about you, actually. I don't know why. You were haunting me. I kept on crying at night whenever you struck to my thoughts; I kept on waiting to meet you again, and hoping that I would meet you again soon. London hasn't changed at all, anyway."

"Your life must be like piece of shit, huh?"

She nodded her head. "You can say that," she agreed with him. "I was very miserable. I, perhaps, was exaggerating…so I tried not to think about you that often. I slowly forgot about you, and until I met you again, memories would start to crawl back to me."

He pursed his lips. "I think about you all the time. The only thing in my mind was you—nothing else. I always thought that you were there in the dance hall every time I perform with my bandmates. I forgot that you'd moved to London." He said. "My life for the past years was like piece of shit…just like yours."

She chuckled, and he joined her chuckling.

"I would like to watch you perform," she said. "I bet that you're an awesome guitarist now!"

"I'll be performing tonight," he said. "In the Indra Club. Be there at eight. How old are you now?"

"Seventeen."

He pursed his lips. "Well, I hate to this to you, but…people under the age of eighteen aren't allowed to stay in the club until past ten o'clock."

She looked at him blankly. "What about you? How old are you?" she asked him back.

"Eighteen." He said with a proud smile on his face.

She crossed her arms in front of her chests. "Well, that's a drag!" she said.

He pursed his lips again and thought. "Why don't you go inside the club from the backdoor?" he suggested. "I'll walk you and your friends inside, I promise."

She gave him a kind smile, and nodded her head. "And make sure that the plan would work!" she said and narrowed her eyes to him.

He chuckled. "Don't narrow your eyes to me," he said. "I promise you that it would work."

"Good."