Alright, this is so awkward! I've written about four chapters ahead of this on paper and it's confusing me to type these chapters now! Hahh, so if I get ahead of myself and don't catch it and it confuses you, let me know and I'll either try to fix it or just flat out tell you. Hahaa. :]
WARNING!: short chapter. I apologize. :/
Disclaimer: Annabelle.
Part 1: Please Please Me
Chapter 5: There's A Place
Paul's POV
I walked all day. Literally. I walked down almost every street in London at least twice, or at least if felt like it. I just let my feet guide me, not much caring where I was. I remember passing the studio, the flat and the club where Annie met Michael. What was I going to do? That question repeated itself in my head so many times I'd lost count, and I still didn't have an answer for it. I don't think I'd ever screwed up so bad in my life, ever. I found myself at that same club again, The Troubadour Club and the sun was starting to set behind me. I decided to go in for the hell of it and ordered a beer. The bartender, a tall, rather built dark haired man threw a hand towel over his shoulder and slid my beverage down the bar top. I took a long swig and looked up at the stage when I heard the music start. It was the singer from two weeks before, Michael's girlfriend. I was curious to know if he was there for some reason and scanned the club for his face. I'm pretty sure I remembered it; I didn't think I'd ever forget it. I half hoped he was there, but then again I didn't, I didn't know why, though. I couldn't spot him anywhere and gave up, not all that interested in finding him. To be honest, I didn't really give a fuck if he was in this club or roaming the streets of China. It was his fault my relationship with the best girl I've ever had was screwed. I sighed, ordering another beer after downing the first. I knew I was wrong. It wasn't his fault, it was mine. I just…
Damn it.
Was I really this pathetic? Why was I just sitting here at this bar instead of trying to fix thing with Annie? That was it. I was going to march right back to that flat and straighten this out. I stood to leave the club and froze when I heard a familiar voice, really familiar. And more than one. I turned around and my stomach did a summersault. George and Ringo were sitting down at one of the booths across the room. I was a little confused, though. I could've sworn I heard Annie's and John's voices. Then they came from around the corner.
Oh.
John was holding onto Annie's hand as they sat down and a waitress took their orders. I watched Annie closely. Something was off. The way she moved, and the look on her face was different. She usually walked with a little bounce in her step and her hips did a cute sort of twitch in her hips, and the sparkle in her vivid green eyes was gone. I could see that from all the way over here. She handed John the menu after they ordered and I could clearly see her hand shaking, not just trembling, full on shaking. I sat back down on my stool and watched them. They got their drinks and they sat there talking and sipping their beverages. They'd laugh every now and again and Annie seemed to brighten up a bit. I remembered her telling me once that talking with us lads always made her feel better. Michael's girlfriend announced a slower-paced song and I watched John stand up, mock bowing and asking Annie to dance, holding out his hand. A shy smile found its way to her lips and I could feel the corners of my mouth lift up a bit. She really was beautiful. Not to mention her bubbly personality and positive attitude. She took John's hand and he led her to the dance floor. He held her waist and her hand with her free hand draped over his shoulder, letting him lead her. They were just talking, but I felt I couldn't possibly take anymore of the scene. I wanted so much to go over there kiss her lips, tell her I love her. I would beg for forgiveness if I had to. But not tonight. Not while she's the slightest bit happy. I paid for my drinks and headed for the door. I took one last look at John and Annie and I know she saw me, but I left before she could say a word.
