Chapter twenty-five
Hannah's POV
I looked at the clock. It was almost half past 6. I had to get out of the flat now, before John came home. I already did my make up, hair and got dressed, so I picked up my purse and coat. I got in my coat and got out of my flat. I stopped a taxi and got in, told the driver the restaurant's name. I was stressed out. I always was when I did this. John would kill me if he ever found out.
I paid the driver and got out of the car, I looked around. There he was, smoking a cigarette and leaning against the wall. His face lit up when he saw me. I walked towards him with a huge smile on my face. I didn't even say anything, I couldn't, because he kissed me immediately. I touched his face while I kissed him and ran my hand through his hair. I loved his hair. And I loved his crooked teeth, his bushy eyebrows. He was perfect. I didn't care about our age difference, I mean it was only two years.
When we broke the kiss he looked into my eyes and almost whispered "I love you" I gave him a peck on the lips "I love you too. let's go inside, before anyone sees us."
He put his arm around me and we went inside. I was really in love with George, but I couldn't let John go, he didn't have anybody else.
John's POV
At a quarter to 2, in the morning, I hear someone come in. I got up from the couch and put on the light, waiting for someone to appear in the living room.
"For fuck's sake, John, what are you still doing up this late?" I crossed my arms "I could ask you the same thing, couldn't I?"
Hannah sat down on the couch and rubbed her head "I was out with Alex" she said out of nowhere. I looked at her. "how do you know she's in London?" Hannah shrugged "She called me yesterday, asking me how I was and you know, catching up. When I told her I lived in London, she asked me to meet up." I frowned. Why didn't Alex mention this earlier today? Maybe she doesn't know I'm still with Hannah.
"Oh, okay." I kissed her and stretched out while yawning. "I'm going to bed, are ye coming?" Hannah nodded "Yeah, let me first go to the bathroom." I nodded and went to the bedroom, closing the door behind me.
Alexandra's POV
The next day, I skipped college. I didn't have to go, since I was older than eighteen and I honestly didn't feel like going today. I slept till 11 AM and did the usual stuff when I woke up. I didn't eat breakfast, because I was going to Abbey Road. I decided I'd surprise them and take them to the chippy, if their producer or manager let them.
I fed Johnny before I left, and got on my bike, to go to Abbey Road. The receptionist let me in the studio without saying anything, since I was here yesterday. The recording sign wasn't on, so I figured I could just go in. I silently walked in the studio. I heard John talking into the microphone, telling the producer what he wanted his guitar to sound like. As I walked in, Ringo was the first person to see me, since he was at the back of the studio. I signaled to Ringo that he had to keep quiet. He nodded and grinned. I tapped George's shoulder, and when he turned around and I put my hand over his mouth. I put my finger on my lips, and he nodded.
Paul, John and their producer were still in a busy conversation. I knew he could see me from the booth upstairs. While John and Paul were in a conversation with each other, I signaled the producer - George Martin was his name, I believe - to not say anything. He nodded and went back to whatever it was producers did.
I silently crept up behind John and Paul. I grinned. As I suddenly put my right hand on Paul's shoulder and my left hand on John's shoulder, I let out a loud scream and squeezed their shoulder.
They both jumped, while letting out a scream themselves and turned around. I started laughing hysterically. Paul held hand on his chest, and John just looked at me while going through his hair with his hand. I could hear George laughing and Ringo almost snorting.
"You should've seen your face John!" I said in between laughing. I dramatically imitated John's face, he playfully pushed me "Shut it, Jones" I then looked at Paul who was still holding his chest. I laughed even harder and patted his head. "You alright, son?" I asked while smiling. He grinned "Yeah, almost went into cardiac arrest y'know. The usual. No biggie."
"So lads, want to go out for lunch?" I asked while looking around the studio. George was the first one to reply "Yeah, I'm hungry." I turned around and smiled "When aren't you hungry, though?" He flashed me his adorable crooked smile and shrugged. "Get in your coats then, I'm taking the lot of you out for lunch" I clapped my hands for them to hurry up, while they put away their stuff. Paul laughed "You sound like yer our mum or something" He picked up his coat and put it on. I laughed and shrugged "Well, organization is important, son."
We went outside, and got on a bus. I took them to my favourite chippy. It was on me for this time, since I brought them here. While we were enjoying our fish and chips, Paul, Ringo and George were discussing what word rhymed with orange. Me and John were having a conversation about the songs they were recording when he brought up Hannah
"So, Hannah told me you called her. I didn't know you two went out last night." I looked up and frowned. He was sitting across me, and smiled. "Hannah? You two are still together?" John nodded. "I'm sorry but, I was home last night. I haven't seen Hannah since I left Liverpool" John just glared at me for a while "She lied."
"Who lied?" Paul asked. He and the boys had given up on searching a word that rhymed with orange. John put down his fork and looked at Paul. "Hannah told me she went out with Alex last night, when she came back at 2 in the morning. And Alex just told me she hasn't seen Hannah since Liverpool. Hannah's lying."
Paul patted John's back. "You should tell her, that you know she's lying." Ringo nodded in agreement "Yeah mate, you two have to sort this out" I was nodding too now, and looked at John who was stabbing at his food with his fork.
I looked up to see George silently eating his fish and chips. He hadn't said a word about the whole thing.
Still the quiet boy he was back in Liverpool.