I'm With the Beatles

You Really Got A Hold On Me

"Where are we at?"

"The Shoreham Hotel," Paul answered, pulling my confused conscious along with him.

There was already a huge crowd gathering around the building. Bunches of girls were screaming each of the Beatles' names, reminding me of the night that I fell into this time dimension. John, being the big flirt he is, was blowing them all kisses. George just gave them a big smile and Ringo frantically waved, stopping a couple of times to check if he lost any of his chunky jewelry. Paul just kept his eyes on me, keeping a short distance between us as not to cause any controversy. I really didn't want that creepy man following us around again.

The temperature drastically changed as we entered the lobby. The bellhops quickly shut and secured the doors behind us. Murray the K was already arguing with the desk clerk over the accommodations.

"These are the Beatles for crying out loud," he spat in distaste. He blotted his shiny forehead again.

"Sir, we are so sorry. The only thing we can do is cut off the entire seventh floor for you," the young man pleaded, more afraid of the DJ's spit torpedoes.

"Then do it!"

"Sir, there seems to be a miscommunication with a family that refuses to move."

"Is that so? Well, if you keep the most popular musicians from getting a good night's rest, then this hotel will soon go to hell," Murray sneered with hate. Ugh, why is he like this?

The man's eyes grew ten times in size and he picked up the phone, pounding numbers and shaking in the process. We all sighed and sat down on the couches. I felt that this was going to be a long wait. Or was it?

"Sir, the family has been moved! Welcome to the Shoreham Hotel!"

Wow, just three minutes!

"'Bout time! Come on, men," Murray cried. I guess he'll never allow me to be a part of their group...

As we passed by the desk, I overheard the clerk whispering to a bellhop:  

"Yeah, I guess cutting off all of the water and electricity will make people want to leave!"

I gasped and shook my head in remorse.

"Which room will we be staying in?" George hesitantly spoke. I knew that he didn't want to sleep on a broken bed again.

Murray puffed his breath out of his lips. "I don't care which room you pick, but this little girl will not be accompanying any of you in any of them!"

I felt my fists tense in rage. Who was he telling me what I was going to do? Paul must've been on the same page and I noticed his eyes flash.

"She'll be staying with me, Murray," he growled. Murray just shook his balding head.

"I will not allow it!"

I shifted closer to Paul and squeezed his hand. He didn't respond; he just stared the obnoxious DJ down.

"Look, I'll do as he says. I don't want to cause anyone trouble here. It's supposed to be about y'all and y'all's visit to America. There's no reason for me to really hang around."

"Don't be daft, Lizzie! Murray has no say over what we guys do."

John broke the distance between us and the DJ. He couldn't help but show an amused smile. Murray just crossed his burly arms and snorted.

"Man, Murray! You're acting like a complete craw thumper! Just let Little Lizzie be with Paul," John attempted.

"It's no use, Johnny Boy. He's not gonna give up," Ringo whispered into John's ear. John shrugged his shoulders and entered the closest room, shutting the door behind him.

"Paul, just be by yourself for now," I begged, holding both of his hands now. His face dropped and he nodded in defeat.

"Alright, but I'll be seeing you later," he mentioned quietly. I replied with a concealed grin. He saw this and rubbed the fingers of my right hand.

"I'm gonna go kip now," Ringo stated loudly. He merrily skipped to the room next to the one John had walked into and calmly closed the door.

"I'll take this one," George informed, pointing to the red door next to Ringo's.  

Paul heaved a big sigh and stepped into the room next to John's. I complied by entering the one next to his. Before I clicked the lock, I overheard Murray talking to Mal:

"This little girl better watch herself! If anyone catches them eyeing each other in a loving way, they'll be all over the papers in the morning."

"Don't you think you're getting a bit too worked up. I mean, she hasn't really done much to involve Paul in any... well, you know," Mal pointed out.

Murray "hmmph"ed.

"She'd better think that through before being a nasty, deviant teen. You know those girls running wild with hormones. She just might as well be out there with the rest of them."

"I'm just saying that you should give her a chance. I have a feeling that she can help the guys with their music."

"You know there's other help that she would like to give..." Murray the K snickered.

"You're acting really weird. I know that this girl is not like the others."

"I don't care! You better watch this hall tonight and catch that little twerp if she dares to even rap upon McCartney's door!"

"Whatever..."

They ended their brief interaction with two locks clicking. So, that's what the stupid DJ thinks about me? We'll just see about that! I kicked off my heels and set them neatly beside the door. My clothing rack was already standing against the wall next to the window. I picked out a blue pajama set and hopped into the bathroom to wash away the cold residue all over my body. As I stepped into the shower, I heard a muffled voice. I closed my eyes to shield them from the water and pressed my ear against the marbled tile wall.

"I don't want you, but I need you! Don't want to kiss you, but I need to..."

It was Paul.