I heard footsteps enter through the doorway of the living room, making me turn my head away from my sketchbook. Paul's smile lit up his face as his eyes landed on me, walking over to the couch I had sprawled myself out of drowsiness in hopes to get some drawing done.
It was pretty late into the night and I figured they had just finished up in the dining room, hearing the shuffle of chairs become very prominent in the flat.
Paul lifted my legs for a moment and sat down under them, laying them back down on top of his lap.
"Draw me." Paul stated simply throwing his head back and posing over dramatically.
"You're a git." I chuckled playfully, seeing him gasp playfully at my statement.
"Well it takes one to know one now doesn't it?" Paul raised an eyebrow speaking dryly in a disgusted manner making me giggle.
"I better be off." John interrupted as he talked to the other boys putting on his hat once again as he appeared through the kitchen doorway.
"Thank god, I thought you'd never leave." I jested him playfully as he reached the front door.
"Cheeky." He responded funnily looking back to me with a large smirk.
"Goodnight John." Paul nodded at him with a grin.
John went out the door to get back home as Brian, Ringo and George came into the living room as well. I noticed George glance this way, turning his head back quickly, looking down at his hands.
I tried not to read into his actions too much considering that he had given me the letter that had been so thoughtful and sweet, but it still seemed like we were tiptoeing around each other, and I really didn't want it to be this way anymore, I just wanted to move past it all.
"Paul stop ticking my feet." I insisted, interrupting my own thoughts after feeling his index finger drawing circles on the bottom of my feet gently.
He continued ticking more aggressively, smiling maniacally while the three others talked, not paying any attention to Paul and I.
I kicked my feet out of his grasp trying not to laugh, sitting up straight immediately and shoving him gently making him laugh.
"Wanker." I suppressed a grin fixing my hair after been laying down on it for so long waiting for the meeting to be done.
"We better go as well, it's pretty late." I overheard George speaking tensely, seemingly very uncomfortable.
"Yeah, Mo's calling me tomorrow to tell me how her flight yesterday was, I have to be awake for it." Ringo agreed looking at his watch, his eyes widening at his realization that it was already past midnight.
I smirked over at Ringo knowingly, it was really only a matter of time until Maureen came and moved out here, he would fly her out just a couple days at a time to do something and I'm certain that was becoming strenuous for the both of them.
"Understood, well I'm glad you boys could come up to the flat and have this meeting, we all know how busy your schedules are." My uncle laughed.
"Thanks for having us Bri," George grinned politely at my uncle.
"but, we really should go now, right Paul? I mean, I'm sure Jane is waiting back at home for you right now." George forced a smile looking towards in Paul and I's direction with a slight undertone of distrust, almost seeming frustrated with Paul.
"Oh, probably, yeah." Paul nodded seeming slightly confused to why George felt the need to point it out so brashly.
He stood up joining the other two at the door after giving me a quick goodbye hug.
