Charlie's POV-

I was going to a party. I didn't like parties much, but I couldn't say no to Ringo. So here I was, in mine and Jessica's room looking at myself in the mirror. I'd put on one of Jessica's dresses because none of the ones I'd brought were party worthy to me. It was short, went up to my knees, and it was a nice light blue color. It had a sort of low collar, but it wasn't low enough for me to worry about. I wore a pair of white flats with it because I didn't want to steal Jessica's shoes like I had her dress. I pulled my hair up in a nice ponytail and I hoped I looked OK for a party with the boys.

I twirled around a bit and bit my lip when Jessica came in. She smirked.

"Who're getting so dress up for?" she asked giggling. I rolled my eyes and smirked back.

"Ringo." I sang, just to annoy her. Her eyes got a bit dark with jealousy until she looked over what I was wearing.

"Are you wearing my dress?" she asked changing her attitude suddenly. I rolled my eyes and looked back in the mirror.

"Well, Yes, I needed something to wear and I thought you won't mind if I borrowed it," I said nervously, "You don't mind do you?"

"No, not unless you refuse to tell me who you're looking so pretty for." She said grinning slyly.

"I'm not dressing up for anyone, Jessi." I sighed, "I just wanted something more dressed up to wear." I shrugged, "Why?"

"I dunno, I thought maybe you wanted to look pretty for Paul or..." She trailed off when I turned to frown at her.

"Why would I dress up for Paul? He's like my little brother, Jess." I said brushing my bangs back off my forehead in annoyance.

"He's older than you." she reminded. I sighed.

"I know, he acts like my little brother though." I grumbled, "Why would you think I like Paul then? What happened to, 'Oh you're in love with George'? Why would I like Paul?"

Jessica looked at me and sighed as she pulled out a red dress,

"It's what George thinks." She said. I knew George thought I was hung up on Paul, but I wasn't! And I was gonna prove it to him too.

"I don't care what George thinks," I said grabbing my bag before I left our room. I walked across the hall to the boys' room and I knocked. George answered and his mouth dropped open. I blushed instantly and I pursed my lips.

"Um, is this OK to wear?" I asked nervously. Why was I nervous? It was just George. I cleared my throat as he nodded quickly.

"Yeah, Char, you look..." He scratched his cheek, "Pretty. I mean, um, you always look pretty, but now you look, um, even more...prettier...um, uh...than, um, usual..."

"Can I come in?" I asked giggling at his stammers. He blushed and stepped aside for me. I saw John sitting on the couch talking to Ringo. They were wearing their usual Beatle suits and they had their hair combed and nice, which I didn't notice was normal until now.

"Hiya," I said sitting down. I'd left my camera on the coffee table in here, so I picked it up and put it around my waist. I figured I could take some pictures of the boys at the party.

"Hey Charlie," Ringo said smiling at me, "Where'd Jessica go?"

"She's changing," I said. I wondered where Paul was, but I restrained from asking. I didn't want anything to do with Paul tonight. I was gonna prove I didn't like him. Who I was proving it to, I wasn't sure. I was thinking maybe it was George after what I'd heard him say, but I didn't want to believe I cared what he thought about it. Because I don't. I decided I was proving it to myself.

As all this was going through my head, Paul walked out of his room. He looked like the others in his beatle suit and his hair combed. He smiled at me and he sat down next to me. I stood up and aimed my camera at John, Paul and RIngo all lined up on the couch. I snapped a photo of them as they looked at me with bored expressions. I giggled when George walked by as I started to snap another picture.

"George, you ruined it!" I scolded putting my camera down. George looked startled that I was speaking to him and he gave me the most sincerely apologetic look I've ever seen.

"I'm sorry, Charlie!" he said suddenly, "Um, I'm...I'm sorry." he shyly looked away and walked into his room. I frowned as he left and I watched him go.

"What's got him?" I asked, more to myself.

"He thinks you like Paul, I already told you, Char." Jessica said as she shut the door behind her. RIngo stood up and smiled.

"You're gorgeous!" he exclaimed before he kissed her cheek rather comically. She laughed and blushed.

"Thanks, Richie!" She laughed.

"Why does he care that I like Paul!?" I asked, wondering why I phrased it like that, "I mean I don't like Paul, but if I did, why would he care?" Paul and Jessica both rolled their eyes before John had the nerve to actually say it.

"He's got it bad for you, Charlotte." he said putting his hand on my shoulder. I scowled.

"Don't call me that! Besides, he does not!" I said. I heard Ringo snort before he and Jessica left the room. John followed them and I narrowed my eyes at them. Paul put his arm around my shoulders and he waggled his eyebrows at me.

"So," He said flirtatiously, "You got something for me?" He asked getting a bit too close. I scowled.

"Ew, no!" I said shoving him away. He laughed and shrugged.

"Only kidding, love." he said, "George hurry up or you'll be left!"

"I'm coming!" George hollered before I heard him huff from his room. Paul clapped me on the shoulder lightly.

"He's taking forever," he said, "You mind waiting for him?" I shook my head and Paul walked out of the hotel room. I plopped down on the couch and waited for George. When he came out I happened to snap a photo of him while he tried to tie his tie. I frowned.

"What're you doing?" I asked getting up to help him.

"Oh, my other tie had a stain." he said as I slapped at his hands as they tried to ignore mine. It was blue.

"George, you won't match the others." I giggled tightening the knot a bit, "Their ties are black."

"Oh well I don't care." he shrugged. I smiled and looked up at him. Why did he have to be slouching? Why oh why? His lips just barely touched mine just because I looked up. I gasped and backed away. George's cheeks turned a deep red, and I was sure mine were too.

"Um, sorry," I mumbled, "Are you ready?" George nodded and I nodded back before we stood their awkwardly waiting for someone to head for the door. Finally George cleared his throat and walked out the door. I followed behind him quickly and we went out to the car that was waiting.

"What took you so long?" John asked rolling his eyes. I blushed and looked out the window to try and hide it.

"Nothing," George mumbled.

At the party I was wandering around taking photos of the boys at random until George grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the bar that was in the corner.

"Pretend to talk to me about something?" he begged. I cocked an eyebrow as we sat down.

"OK, what for?" I asked curiously as I ordered a drink for myself.

"Well I'm tired of all the stupid reporters asking about my hair and our band name and all the other stupid crap." He sighed as he got himself a drink as well. I giggled and rolled my eyes.

"Well I'm sorry they're so annoying. I've already asked those questions, so...I'll ask you different ones when I interview you for my article." I said smiling. George nodded.

"Well thanks," he said, "That is if I can get a word in." he said.

"Aw, well I was planning on getting separate interviews." I said seriously, "You know, you all by yourself, just so I can get some answers out of you." I poked his shoulder and scrunched my nose. He giggled when Paul suddenly walked up looking panicked.

"Um we gotta go, something's wrong with John." He said taking my hand.

"What's wrong with him?" George asked with a slight scowl.

"I dunno, he didn't say, but I'm sure it's got to do with Cyn and Julian. He looked worried." Paul said as he started to drag me away. I gasped and clasped onto George's hand, pulling him with me.

We drove to the airport and we found John pacing as he waited for a plane to get on.

"John what's going on?" Jessica asked. John couldn't speak. He just kept pacing. I didn't realize George and Paul had walked off until George handed me a plane ticket.

"Where're we going?" I asked frowning.

"Home," George said gently. I was a bit sad and he smiled softly at me. "To help with John of course. The tour's not over yet." he added quickly. I nodded and then he grabbed my hand and pulled me along with the others to get one plane. I ended up next to George on the plane and I noticed he was still holding my hand. It felt nice, so I let him for a while.

I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up I was lying against George at John's house. I must have slept hard. It was early in the morning and I wasn't sure why everyone was still up.

"What's going on George?" I asked quietly. George yawned before he answered.

"Julian's gone missing and Cynthia and John are waiting to hear back from the police." He said, "But he better be found before tonight because we've gotta get back to the tour." Suddenly the doorbell rang and John got up, knocking Cynthia, who was cuddled up to him, aside and nearly into the floor. She would have fallen if Paul hadn't been there to catch her. I waited sleepily for him to come back but he didn't until Cynthia got up to see what was taking so long. Finally he came back with Cynthia, clutching onto Julian, and giving him about a million kisses, and a pretty girl following them in. Cynthia gave Julian to John before she went to get some more tea.

John hugged Julian to him like he'd die without his son. Julian cuddled him for a while until Cynthia came back and the girl, who was called Ellie I came to find out, told us how she'd found Julian. Julian added in how he'd gotten where Ellie had found her. I think I dozed off half way through the story, but no one seemed to notice. Well except george who kept giggling whenever I caught myself and jumped a little. I still had my head against his shoulder after all.

Finally, Ellie said she had to go and Paul decided to walk her out. That gave a twang to my chest for some reason. I frowned. I never cared what girls Paul liked, so why did I start now? I closed my eyes and wrapped my arm around George's waist.

"Well, Cyn, I'm sorry to say it, but we have to go." John said putting Julian down, "We have to be in Detroit by tonight." Julian whined at him and he ruffled his hair.

"We'll be back though, Jules," Paul said as he came back looking happy. George wiggled a bit and I started to sit up. He shrugged and lifted me up.

"Why're you carrying me, George?" I asked sleepily. George shrugged and set me down. I was a little wobbly from being curled up on the couch. I grabbed George's shoulder and he cocked an eyebrow. I looked over at Jessica who was pretending not to notice us. I rolled my eyes and we walked out and got in a cab to go to the airport. This was gonna be a long day.

On the plane, I was sitting next to Paul. I put his arms around him and yawned.

"Did you ask that girl out?" I asked closing my eyes. Paul nodded, "How're you gonna do that?"

"I dunno," Paul shrugged, "I might fly her to Detroit." I giggled and went to sleep despite the sunshine coming through the window.

When we got to the hotel we were staying in in Detroit, Brian was waiting for us, looking very unhappy.

"Where have you been!?" He asked angrily. Ringo and Jessica quickly walked past him while John ignored him and Paul followed them quickly. I'd been walking with George, and we were having a nice conversation until Brian stopped us. "Well?" He demanded.

"Um, well Julian went missing back home and John needed to go home and we went with him." I said nervously. George nodded quickly and Brian sighed.

"Fine, fine, just..." he sighed, "Behave the rest of the day."

"Sleep!" I moaned walking into the lobby with George. He giggled until Jessica walked up to us with a pout.

"Char, we don't have a room." She whined. My mouth dropped and I shook my head.

"What!?"

"We don't have a room. The hotel messed up!" She repeated. George put his arm around the two of us.

"You can just share our suite then." he said, "You girls can-"

"We'll use the couch," I said too tired to bargain. George seemed to noticed my exhaustion and he looked worried.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked. I shrugged and put my head against his shoulder. His hand found it's way to my forehead and he sighed, "C'mon, lets get you to bed, love."

We went into the boys' suite and I curled up on the couch. Jessica scoffed and pushed me off.

"I get couch dibs!" She said harshly. I snarled crankily at her before George grabbed my hand.

"C'mon, you can share my room." He said. He pushed me over to the bed and he pulled the covers over me. He climbed in and I cuddled up to him. I didn't realize how much I was shivering until I curled into his warm body, "Go to sleep," I nodded gladly and went to sleep. I felt too terrible to be embarrassed to be sharing George's bed.