Cathy's P.O.V

After a full day of being given the cold shoulder by virtually the whole tour bus I'm at breaking point. I feel like such a slag! I can't believe I let myself be kissed by John in front of Ruby…in front of George! He probably thinks I planned it to get back at him over Pattie joining the tour. Since the awkward incident, everyone on the coach eyes me like I'm a piece of dirt, and avert their eyes when they notice me looking. Even John has been avoiding me, spending the majority of his time sheepishly trying to redeem himself and win back Ruby's heart. I know there's no other option...if I want to be accepted by the coach again, I need to make things up with George first. That evening, I decide to pay him a visit and apologise for making out with John in front of him. I'm just as guilty as John…I could have put an end to the heated kiss much sooner. Stood outside his hotel room, a sudden wave crippling nerves grasp hold of me and it takes me a moment or two to pull myself together. Why am I so scared? What if he refuses to speak with me? My trembling fingertips leave sweaty prints on the door knob as I struggle to muster up all my confidence. This is it.

As I quietly open the door, my mouth drops with a combination of icy shock and misery. George is in his rumpled bed, laid on his stomach and resting all his weight on his trembling elbows; beneath him I spot a tangle of blonde hair splayed out across the pillow and a pair of slender arms snake themselves around the guitarist's neck. He passionately lowers his lips to his wife's exposed neck, but a sudden gasp of humiliation escapes my lips, and George's head abruptly jerks up to spot me. For a moment there is an excruciatingly awkward silence. Pattie frowns at me from beneath her husband, and I manage to tear myself away from the uncomfortable scene.

"Shit, I'm so sorry George!" is my babbled apology, as I turn to leave and slam the hotel door shut behind me.

I stand shakily for a few moments with my back leant against the door for support, my cheeks blazing and eyes welling up. I don't know what's worse, the burning embarrassment or heartache after seeing George in bed with his wife. I thought he loved me. But he's in there now, balls deep in his wife and obviously falling for her all over again. Tearing myself away from the door, I feel the bitter sickness rising in my chest just thinking about all the time and effort I've been wasting on George only to see him run back to Pattie. My legs feel like stone as I try to race down the empty corridor, hoping to escape this nightmare before George follows me and humiliates me further. I hear him shouting me back, but refuse to look over my shoulder and push myself forward; I just want to get out of here before I collapse in a heap of sobs and tears. His footsteps are hammering along the carpet behind me, and his hands firmly grasp my shoulders from behind in an attempt to stop me. He spins me round, and I'm instantly crushed into his bared chest in a protective clasp. The sensation of his hot, bare skin against me is heavenly, but the anger bubbling inside me forces my body to fiercely push away from the embrace. He looks so desperate, stood there shivering in nothing but his boxer shorts, and struggling to hold me tight in his arms.

"Cathy!" he pleads distraughtly, "Please don't storm off like this! Let me speak to you first…"

"I've obviously come at a bad time!" I spit viciously, "So just let me go!"

"George!" Pattie prances out of the hotel room, clad in a delicate silk dressing gown and my stomach churns with hatred, "Cathy? What on earth are you doing out here?"

"Just go back to bed, Pattie." George orders his wife, rubbing his closed eyes with a trembling thumb and fore finger, "I'll be back in a moment…I just need to talk to Cathy."

"Don't bother, George." I reply bitterly, turning my back on the Beatle and his bemused wife, "He's all yours, Pattie."

With that, I leave the couple stood gawping and hold my head high as I march down the everlasting corridor towards the sanctum of my hotel room. I maintain this proud stance until I'm locked within the confinement of my room, and burst into resentful tears. Throwing myself onto the bed in a fit of envious rage, I bury my ruddy, tear stained face into the comforting pillow and shamelessly pour my broken heart out. Looking up from my pillow through tear filled eyes, I spy George's book at the foot of my bed and the foul rage returns. I don't want that in my room anymore! I grasp the heavy book and force myself out of the hotel room, ready to rid myself of George's influence once and for all.

Reaching his hotel room, I find the door thrown wide open and the room is completely empty. Cautiously, I creep into the room and aloofly throw the hardback book onto the crumpled bed; the room is still filled with the stench of the couple's love making session, and my nose curls up with disgust.

"Good riddance." I murmur to the discarded book.

"What do you think you're doing here?" Pattie is stood in the doorway, her arms crossed across her chest and a frown casts intimidating shadows over her large eyes.

George's P.O.V

Fuck! I did not expect that to happen. Now I've really ruined my chances with Cathy! She wasn't meant to see me with Pattie, and I doubt she's going to stick around for me to explain myself. I race along the empty corridor and hammer frantically on Ringo's door. He's the eldest; he should know what to do in a situation like this. No reply. C'mon Rings, I really need you!

"What?" Ringo yells as he flings the door open, but his face softens when he realises it's only me, "George? Why are you stood at my door…in your boxers?"

"Rings!" I cry out in relief that he's finally answered the fucking door, "I really need you, mate. God…everything's gone arse up…"

"Just calm down Georgie boy," Ringo rubs his tired eyes with the palm of his hand (I must have caught him having a nap), "speak slowly. I can't understand a word you're saying! I'm not a mind reader you know."

"I was in bed with Pattie…" I begin shakily.

"Sleeping or sleeping?" Ringo winks exaggeratedly and nudges my arm.

"You know what kind of sleeping I mean." I mumble shyly, and Ringo smiles to himself with amusement.

"I'm jealous!" he laughs warmly, "I'm stuck in here alone, and you're having the time of your life rolling a pretty lady around the bed sheets."

"But that's the problem," I reply gloomily, "Cathy…she kind of walked in on us…in the middle of..."

"Oh," Ringo's face falls serious, "I can tell why you're so upset, then."

"I don't know what to do!" I feel like crying, this is unbearable, "I can't lose Cathy now…but I can't lose Pattie either!"

"Look," Ringo speaks soothingly (he always looks out for me), "you'll just have to go and talk to them both…obviously not at the same time, we don't want a cat fight breaking out. It's up to you to choose who you go with, Georgie; you can't keep this double relationship up much longer. It's not fair on Cathy or Pattie."

"I…I guess you're right," I run a hand nervously through my messy hair and dread the difficult decision I'll have to make, "I better be getting back to Pattie…she's pretty pissed off about all this."

"Good lad." Ringo slaps me on the back supportively, before retiring back to bed.

Well, that's it. I have to choose now before things get violent between my two lovers. But who do I choose? The love I hold for Cathy makes me feel eighteen again, and I seem drawn to her natural beauty. Just being in her presence takes me back to those sweaty nights spent with the band in the nightclubs of Hamburg, and the nervous lumps that would form in the back of my throat when I tried speaking to pretty girls; she reminds me of all the clumsy encounters with my first girlfriends and gorgeous Astrid. But my love for Pattie feels more mature and acceptable. I can't just let her go now our relationship has blossomed into marriage. She's been the muse to so many of my songs, and supported me throughout my journey into spiritualism; so why have I lost all romantic feelings for her?

"What the hell did you even think you were doing just walking into his room like that?" I hear Pattie's icy voice echo down the corridor. Shit, she's with Cathy! As if things couldn't get any worse! Why couldn't she have just stayed at home instead of coming here and complicating everything? I honestly just want to be left alone with Cathy…

"Look, I'm sorry I walked in on you!" as I approach the bickering girls, Cathy is impressively standing her ground.

"Could you just make sure you knock next time before walking into our room?" my wife doesn't even try to disguise the hatred in her biting voice.

"I'm sorry." Cathy repeats firmly, but I can tell she's struggling to hold it together.

"George!" Pattie has noticed me stood hopelessly watching the argument, and cruelly decides to drag me back into the dispute, "Can you just tell this stupid girl to get lost? I can't stand her hanging around my room all night. I came here to be with you…not to feel like a third wheel in my own marriage!"

"Pattie, I…" I'm not really sure what to say, and probably look pathetic stood there gaping and stuttering nervously.

"Don't bother, George." Cathy replies blankly, her eyes fixed lifelessly on the wall ahead of her, "I was just passing by."

"Liar!" Pattie hisses cruelly (she may be a pretty face, but she can be a real demon when she's mad), "You were in our room! Probably stealing something…you look the type. Jenny warned me about you! Just keep away from my husband."

Cathy doesn't even retort to the biting accusations, just dips her head and marches past me. Pattie's face is lit with a smug smile, and I can safely say I've never hated someone so much in my entire life. My wife slinks over to me sensually, but if anything the sensation of the silk dressing gown against me repels me instead of arousing me. Her arms slither around my neck, and she kissing me full on the mouth. I grudgingly return to kiss, and soon she's enticing me back to bed with a flirtatious wink. I follow her, my body drooping slightly with discontent and she's closing the door behind me; I feel trapped.

"How about we finish what we started?" Pattie purrs, sitting delicately on the bed, "I was having such fun before she interrupted."

I try to maintain eye contact with the model seductively stretching out across the sheets, but my eyes fall upon a hardback book left discarded at the bottom of the bed. As I curiously pick the book up, my heart sinks…it's the book I leant Cathy.

Will Georgie be albe to win back Cathy? :O