NICHOLE'S POV-

"Nickie wake up!" George said shoving my shoulder lightly, "We're here." I looked at him and picked my head up off his shoulder.

"What?" I asked stupidly. I knew exactly what he said. George pecked my cheek before standing up from the seat. I realized there were lots of noise coming from outside the plane. I frowned and looked out the window. I can't say I was surprised to see all the girls out there, but I can't say I wasn't either. I got up and went over to where everyone was standing.

Emma was leaning against Paul as Brian spoke about what was going on and how we were getting to the hotel.

"...You girls'll be in a different car from the lads, but don't worry you will all make it to the hotel." Brian said finishing off. I wasn't really paying attention. I walked to George's side and he slid his arm around my waist. He grinned at me and tugged me toward the door. John went out first, then Paul followed wit Emma clinging to him, slightly scared she'd get lost without him. George pulled me with him out then Tessa and then the replacement drummer, Jimmy. The crowds got louder when they saw the boys, and I refrained from covering my ears; only because George was holding my hand and refused to let go (Like he would get lost without me).

We pushed through the crowd, the police making it a bit easier holding back the frantic fans, and we made it to the cars. George tugged me into the car with him and the rest of the boys, when I suddenly remembered I was supposed to be riding with Emma and Tessa. I started to tell George, but he gave me a wink and the door shut and we were off.

I leaned my head on his shoulder as we drove and I couldn't help smiling.

"Are you still tired?" he asked his fingers running through my hair slowly. I sighed and nuzzled into his shoulder.

"A little." I said. John nudged my shoulder and I swatted at him.

"well you'll have to get over that won't you?" he asked cheekily. I smirked at him and he shoved my shoulder.

"I don't think you can make me Lennon." I said playfully.

"Try me, Boyd." he countered. I laughed and George wrapped his arm around my shoulders. Paul and Jimmy were having a conversation all on their own, and I felt so bad for Ringo; not being able to come along. I knew I had to be nice to Jimmy, but that didn't mean I liked him taking Ringo's place. I didn't realize I was staring until George snapped his fingers in front of my face.

I jumped and gasped a little. I blushed madly and George laughed, "What were thinking so hard about, love?" he asked. I shrugged as the car pulled up to the hotel.

We got out to more screams and shouts for the Beatles as another car pulled up. Tessa, Emma, and a very unhappy Brian stepped out.

Once we were in the hotel and checked in, We went to our rooms. All the girls were sharing a suite while the boys shared their own suite.

I claimed one of the bed by the window in one of the two bedrooms and Emma claimed the bed in the other room. That left Tessa choosing between us. She seemed to pick at random, but ended up in my room. She wasn't half bad most of the time. She was funny and nice, all up until George or Paul walked in. That's when she flirted no matter if you were their girlfriend or not. I knew John tried to keep her in line, and she stayed there sometimes, but other times she was nearly unbearable. I tossed my suitcase on my bed and went into the common area of the suite and sat down next to Emma. She smiled at me as Brian walked into the suite.

"Didn't I say that you girls were all riding together?" he asked crossly. I sighed and looked at my lap.

"I'm sorry Brian," I said quickly, "George pulled me in before I could say anything."

"That's no excuse!" Brian said back, getting a bit loud, "If you girls don't behave you'll be on a plane back home before George or Paul can even think about protesting. I suddenly felt like crying. Had riding in the same car as George been so terrible? We all got to the hotel, so what did it matter? Brian gave me a stern looked before leaving the suite again.

"Was that Eppy?" Tessa asked jerking her thumb at the door. Emma nodded, but I kept my gaze on my lap. I glanced at Emma before getting up and leaving the suite. No one had ever said anything too terrible to me in my life, and what Brian said wasn't all that bad. It was a bit unfair, but nothing too terrible. Why I started sobbing as soon as I was out of the suite I couldn't tell you. I just felt so terrible for not doing what Brian said.

I was never really one for breaking the rules, but when I did it was either never intentional or it was something so small that it didn't matter. If I got caught I either shrugged it off and took the punishment or I got a good short lecture on the matter before getting off without any trouble. Never had I cried over a warning. I never liked being punished as a child, and I certainly never got too worked over it, but now I didn't know what came over me.

I heaved a sob and tried to stay quiet as I pulled my knees to my chest and cried into them. The door across the hall from our suite opened and Paul stepped out. He saw me and turned right around and got George. I heard him call for George, and I heard George's question of what was wrong before I felt his arm wrap around me before he pulled into his lap.

"Nichole." he said near my ear, "What's wrong love?" I put my arms around him and cried into his shoulder.

"B-Brian said that if I didn't follow what he said that he'd send me home." I choked. George pulled me back and kissed my forehead.

"Nickie He's not gonna send you home." he said gently, "Why'd he tell you that?"

"Because I rode with you here." I said wiping my face with my sleeve. George had a massive scowl on his face.

"That's rubbish!" he said getting a little angry. I flinched a bit and his gaze softened a bit. He pulled me close and he kissed the top of my head, "It's alright, Nichole. I won't let him send you home..." he trailed off as Brian strode up and looked over at us. George cocked a threading eyebrow at him and I saw Brian's look of confusion. He saw me crying and a bit of guilt entered his face.

"I'll talk to him, love." George said gently, "Don't worry OK?" I nodded and he kissed me gently. He suddenly smiled.

"George, are you as hungry as I am?" I asked with a sniffle. He laughed and brushed my hair out of my face.

"Why do you alway ask if you know that answer?" he asked, "I am George Harrison, My name means hungry." I laughed and he slid his arm around my waist. He kissed the side of my head before saying he had to grab his coat before we could go. I nodded and followed him into his suite.

I saw John and Jimmy playing a game of cards, and the look on Jimmy's face made if evident that he was losing; badly. Brian had walked in before us and was sitting on the couch watching them.

"Alright now that you're all in here." Brian said noticing George, "Wait where's Paul?"

"He went to the girl's room to talk to Emma." John said without looking away from his cards. Brian sighed.

"Anyway, you are not to go out until later." Brian said, "Much later." John moaned and slapped his card down where Jimmy could see them.

"But Eppy!" George said before John could talk, "Me and Nichole were going to get some food!"

"I mean it!" Brian said with a glance at me, which made me remember what he'd said. George noticed my stiffness and he stepped a bit in front of me.

"Brian, why can't we go out then?" John asked noticing the glare George was giving to Brian.

"There are too many girls out there." Brian said simply, "You could be seen and mobbed in a second, besides that I won't know exactly where you are."

"We aren't children," George scowled, "We can take care of ourselves."

"Not the point," Brian said seriously, "If something happened to you then I wouldn't know where to find you, we'd all be in trouble."

"So what if we don't follow what you say?" Jimmy asked joining the conversation as he slyly switched his hand of cards with John's.

Brian stood there looking at him, and George cut in before he could answer, "Oh don't worry Jimmy he'll just send you home." he said. My mouth dropped open. I thought I got worked up over the matter.

Brian gave George a stern look and George cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Also something we should talk about." George went on, "Who ever said you were in charge of the girls?"

"I set all this up, George," Brian said, "Everything I say is for safety reasons."

"So that means you can send them home if they don't listen to you?" George said. I grabbed his arm and he pulled it away from me.

"George, Please." I said in a slight hiss.

"George, I said the girls could come along, so that means that they have to follow some rules just like you do." Brian said crossing his arms over his chest. I looked between them and George suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door.

"Where are you going?" Brian asked through gritted teeth. George didn't answer, he just pulled me out of the room and out of the hotel.

"You still hungry?" he asked as if the argument between him and Brian never happened. I nodded and suddenly kissed his cheek wetly. He made a face and giggled.

"I love you." I said smiling, "But you really didn't have to say all that..." He shrugged and gave me a smile before we went to get some food.

LAURA'S POV-

I went to see Ringo, feeling so terrible for him. I didn't mind that I'd miss some of the tour, but I knew I wouldn't have fun without him.

I walked into his room and he grinned at me. I sat down next to his bed and kissed his cheek.

"How're you doing?" I asked taking his hand in mine. He shrugged and sighed. He was watching the boys on the TV arrive in Denmark. He really looked sad when he saw Jimmy. He clearly didn't like the guy.

I shut ff the TV and squeezed his hand a little.

"Are you alright?" I asked. He looked at me and smiled.

"M'fine" he said with a nod. I knew there was something wrong and he could tell because I just kept looking at him, "What if JImmy becomes permanent?"

"What?"

"Oh C'mon think about it!" RIngo said, "What if Jimmy replaces me? They replaced Pete Best with me! What if Jimmy's here to stay!?"

I looked at him and saw the terror in his eyes, "Richie, they aren't going to replace you." I said stroking his hand, "I don't think George would let that happen."

He giggled a little, "Yeah," he said. George was his best mate in the band, and he knew that George didn't even want to go on the tour without him, but didn't really have much of a say. After that a nurse came in a said I had to go. I kissed Ringo goodbye before leaving.

I hoped he got better soon.