Thousands of fans screamed and cried behind barricades as the Beatles and Allison walked onto the plane. The boys waved goodbye to the heart broken fans, blowing kisses that made girls faint. Allie stared in awe at the large aircraft, wondering how it would stay in the sky. She stopped walking and Ringo wouldn't budge her.
"Come on, Allie. We gotta get on the plane!" he griped. She shook her head with wide eyes. He shrugged and let go of her hand, pretending to walk away so she would follow him, but follow hm she did not. George watched the scene and rolled his eyes, not understanding why she would willingly stand in the rain. He picked her up and waved to the crowd one last time before carrying her onto the plane.
Allison put her head on his shoulder as her heart started pounding quickly. Her breathing sped up and her tiny hands gripped his jacket. They got onto the plane and he tried to put her down but she kept a fierce grip on his jacket. George looked at her bemusedly.
"Allison, what's the matter? You positively scared out of your skin!" he teased her, hoping to coax a smile out of her blank and ashen face. She shook violently and he rubbed her back soothingly.
"The plane is so big," she breathed into his air. "How will it stay in the sky?" He chuckled.
"Now, don't you worry about that. It's all fine." She relaxed and loosed her hold on his jacket, his reassurances making her feel better. She allowed him to set her in the seat next to and buckle her seatbelt. On the other side of the plane, two blonde flight attendants came out in short red and white dresses, offering drinks before takeoff. John and Paul flirted loudly with them while Ringo and Brian smoked and read the papers.
A lady with long light brown hair and turquoise eyes came over to Allie and George. She smiled prettily at them.
"Anything to drink for you, sir?" she asked. He shook his head and grinned back.
"No, thank you very much." He answered. She turned to Allison.
"What about you, pretty girl? Do you want something to drink or eat?"
"May I have some orange juice?" she requested shyly, batting he eyelashes. The woman melted at the sight of her big blue eyes.
"Of course you can, dearest. Be back in a jiff, alright?" Allie nodded softly and waited for the woman to get back, listen to George hum a song. The lady came back with a cup of orange juice.
"There you are, darling. My name is Hannah. Let me know if you need anything else, deal?"
"Deal," Allie grinned. The lady left and Allie sipped her juice. As soon as she finished, the pilot came on the intercom.
"Welcome to our London to Paris circuit. Our flight time is an estimated five hours and fifty seven minutes. We'll be taking off in about five minutes. Please enjoy your flight and welcome aboard."
Allison's eyes widened and she looked worriedly at George who was lighting a cigarette and staring out of the window. The plane jerked forward and started rolling slowly. Her breathing picked up and she bit her lip, tugging at the ends of her hair and biting her nails. George looked over at her and was taken aback.
"Calm down, girl!" he pulled her hair behind her ears and took her hand from her mouth. The plane started moving faster and she gripped his hand with both of hers squeezing with all of her might. "You might care to plug your ears instead of crushing my hand." He said as the plane started lifting off. She stuffed her fingers into her ears, eyes darting around nervously. George put an arm around her and she curled into his side, squeezing her eyes shut.
"Attention," the pilot said again. "we've reached our cruising altitude of twenty thousand feet. Please feel free to move about. Once again, enjoy your flight." George shook the girl gently.
"Allie, we're in the air." She opened her eyes and unplugged her ears, furrowing her brow.
"What! No way!" she crawled across George's lap and looked out the window, watching as they rose above the clouds.
"Say goodbye to England, love." He told her.
"Goodbye, England!"