Yes. You are allowed to kill me. But in my defense, I needed to focus on school and my life before continuing on with the story. A lot has been happening, and I might actually have a love life! or it might crash and burn. Probably gonna crash and burn. Oh well. More time for the story! :) This is set in Late November, Early December. Dani and George went back to barely talking and now she is very depressed and lonely. The boys are getting more and more popular by the day. What will they do? Disclaimer: I do not own The Beatles, though I do own an iphone case with their faces on it.

Dani's POV

The months after my arrival in Liverpool circa 1962 with the one and only Beatles had been an interesting experience. John was either out of site, presumably with Cynthia, or getting wasted after gigs. He and Paul also spent hours upon hours writing, George and Ringo always by their sides. My role had become more of a housekeeper than road assistant, considering most of their gigs were around the UK and George did not want me at some of them.

"Brian says it would be better if you and Cyn stayed behind for awhile, just until we move countries." He awkwardly told me after coming home at around four in the morning.

My love and caring for him only grew, my heartache from his days away from the house we shared had boiled and my anxiety only became stronger. I guess you could say I was like a statue on the outside and a complete and total mess inside.

One day, Cyn and I were waiting patiently at her and John's flat (aka Brian's) for the boys to come home. The clock on the wall read 1:15, which meant that we had been talking for over 3 hours.

"Dani," she asked, breaking a silent patch in our conversation, "What exactly… are you and George?"

I looked at her blankly. My mind searched for an answer.

Well, we're supposed to get married or some shit like that, and I'm supposed to save him and your fiancé.

Without thinking, I started laughing, first just soft giggles, and then uproarious cackling. Cynthia looked at me frightened, eyes bigger than the moon.

"Are you okay, luv?" she asked, trying to look into my eyes.

The outburst subsided and I turned back into the calm person I had been before.

"Cyn, I don't know. He tells me one day he loves me, then doesn't speak to me for a week. I know I love him, and I think he loves me, but we haven't done anything couple related besides him holding me when I found out my cousin was in a coma." I looked down at my half eaten cookie.

I could feel the pity radiating off of Cyn. I had not heard from anyone from the future since Jane left that note. My anger at them seemed to flourish, but I never spoke a word about it.

I should be the one pitying her. John probably cheats on her every night.

Just then, the door burst open, revealing four faces all sweaty and tired (and probably drunk).

"DANI! Wut are ya doin 'ere?" George asked, slurring his words.

"Waiting for you with Cynthia." I replied cooly.

"Ya don't 'ave to do that, darling." He said, leaning on Ringo.

Standing up, I tried to grab him and hold him steadily.

"Like you're in any condition to get home." I lead him to the door, casting a look at Cynthia.

"Don't tell me what to do, woman." He sneered, eyes full of anger and booze.

John laughed loudly, falling onto Cynthia. Mal popped his head out and quickly ushered Paul and Ringo to his car.

I put an iron grip on his arm, waved at the couple, and began to leave. We were out of the door when George turned to me and stopped.

"What, George?" I said coldly, practically ignoring the drunken look upon his face.

"Ya know, I could go out and 'ave a shag with any bird I wanted right now. We're the biggest band in all of Europe! But I decided to come 'ome with you." He slurred even more, waving his arms wildly.

Any other day, this would have been hilarious, but right now, in my somber and depressive state, all I wanted to do was beat the shite out of him.

"I live with you." I dragged him along the street.

"SO WHAT? I could kick you out!" He said.

Looking at him, tears welled up in my eyes.

"Oh yeah? Then why haven't you?" the water stung my eyes.

He stared at me, and the soothing voice of sober George comforted me.

"I'm sorry, Dani, I didn't mean…" I turned away, sniffling and continually pulling him behind me.

"Whatever George, it doesn't matter." Once again, he pulled us to a halt.

"For the love of God, stop…" he planted the biggest, most passionate kiss I had ever had in my life on my lips. His arms wrapped around my waist pulling me in, making me swoon and hold my arms around his neck.

Breaking apart from me, he looked me in the eye, and spoke the words I had been longing to hear.

"Be mine forever."

I hope you liked that! Soon they will be going to America. Will Dani go with them? I hope you all had a lovely week, and an even lovelier weekend. Much Love, Sophia