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I began to run out of breath. I was panting like a dog, not a good look. Not to mention that it was freezing outside but that didn't seem to matter because the warmth of George's hand in mine was somewhat reassuring. We began to slow down when we reached the bars and clubs. I was now in familiar territory.
"George?" I asked.
"Yes?" he replied.
"Where are we going?"
Nothing. Not even a mumble. Maybe he didn't hear me. Now I'm just getting paranoid. We walked down a fairly rough street. By rough, I mean glass on the pavement, a couple of shoes on overhanging sings and the piece de résistance, sick in the gutters. How I love Hamburg. George didn't seem phased by this at all. Almost as if it were the norm.
We approached a fairly large block of flats. George went in first and I followed. The stench was something unbelievable. It was a mix between thick alcohol, cigarettes and sick. Is this where he lived? I followed George up until the 5th floor and we walked down a stained corridor to number 7. He pulled out his key and began to unlock the door. I braced myself to what I was about to see.
The room was fairly small. I noticed a bunk bed and two single beds. It was your typical flat run by lads. A few cans and cigarette buds here and there but nothing too terrible.
"Welcome" George said with a smile.
"Which bed is yours?" I questioned. I hope I didn't sound too eager. He might get the wrong idea.
"Bottom bunk. Paul sleeps at the top and then Pete and John have the two single beds."
"What about Stuart?" I asked.
"He stays over at Astrid's. Fancy a cuppa?" he asked, being the true gentleman he is.
"Oh, yes please!"
I sat down on the sofa while I waited for George to finish making tea.
"How many sugars?" he shouted.
"Just the one please" I shouted back.
A few minutes later, a handsome figure came out of the kitchen holding two cups of tea. Handsome was a bit of an understatement when describing George I must admit.
"Why thank you Mr. Harrison" I said cheekily.
"No problem" he smiled and then sat next to me.
After I finished my tea I decided to look out of the window to see what the view from this place was like. I gently pushed the curtains aside and stared long and hard out of the window. I could see a few restaurants but nothing too spectacular. I heard George's footsteps. He was walking closer to me. He wrapped his warm hands around my waist. I turned around to see his face. I threw my arms around his shoulders and he started to lean in. We kissed. His soft lips tasted like milky tea. I knew we'd only just met but it felt so right. Things started to get a bit heated. I took off his bulky leather jacket and threw it on Paul's top bunk. Our lips were still locked and he began unzipping my dress. He ripped his black t-shirt off. I unzipped his trousers and slid them off him and gently as I could. He then picked me up like a newly wed couple do in the films. I couldn't help but giggle. He then threw me on the bottom bunk and he jumped in next to me.
I turned to face him. I wrapped my arms around his neck. His warm body was pressed against mine. I've never felt like this about anyone before. It's not something I would usually do. Meet someone and less than 6 hours I'd be in bed with them. This was different.
I stared up longingly into George's dark eyes and he looked directly into mine. Although nothing was said, we knew how each other felt. The pair of us just listened to one another's heartbeat. Slowly, I began to fall asleep as George played with my hair. My nap didn't last very long as I was awoken by a very loud, and drunken, John Lennon.
I wonder what'll happen in the next chapter! What will John do? Stay tuned!