The Beatles Imagines & Preferences

John #6

Requested by @imgoatmansbridge hope it's okay! :)

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Your cheeks were hot from the copious amounts of alcohol you consumed this evening. Being on the streets or Hamburg brought about a certain energy to rebel within you.
Stumbling around the streets with your rowdy friends laughing jovially at small nothings you happened to bump into someone.

Not having the right mind to apologise nor the clear eyesight to see who you bumped into, you managed to slur some concoction of Entschuldigung! (German) and Sorry (English) just in case it was a tourist.

You had travelled to Hamburg with your friends after graduating from school, now life was all about parties and having fun, exactly the way you wanted it to be.

In the blur of the evening you realised your group of friends were starting to disperse, either to another club or to have sex in a nearby alleyway or toilet.

Being one of the only single friends out of the group you decided to carry the night on a bit longer and stumbled into the nearest bar that was playing quick jazz...

***
"Entschuldigung, sorry, sorrrrry" a female voice muttered out in the street of Hamburg. Not any female voice but the voice of a girl who had almost knocked John of his feet.

Regaining composure from her bumping into him, he took a moment to study her face, it seemed... familiar. But barely recognisable, damn he probably needed new prescriptions for his glasses! Paul kept joking about it, but now John was thinking it to be real.

He watches this lively girl laugh with her friends and he can't help but recognise the laugh, it was faint like a distant memory.
Now John knew he had to be in bed at least by 3 in the morning to wake up for band practise but curiosity got the better of him and he decided to follow the girl into what looked like a club.

***
The jazz music was loud and you loved it, there was something about loud music, the smell of sweat and the taste of alcohol that made you giddy with excitement.

You put your hand up, signalling to the bartender that you wanted another drink and put down a couple of deutschemark and sat waiting for your drink.

Just as the bartender sets down your drink you get a tap on the shoulder, you turn your head to see a fuzzy outline of a brown haired boy with a half sloped smile staring back at you. He hesitates for a moment before asking,

"Uhh 'scuse me, sorry but do I know ye? You bumped into me outside and I've been wracking me brain trying to see why I recognise ye is all".

He has a half smirk as he looks you up and down, clearly liking what he sees, but confused as to where he has seen you before.

At the sound of a Liverpudlian twang in his accent you assumed he was probably a mutual friend, but when you squint your eyes, trying to concentrate despite the alcohol rushing through your veins, you study his face and realise that this was in fact John Lennon.

"Yeah, yeah John isn't it? We went to the same secondary school, it's y/n."
At the mention of your name his eyes slightly light up, as though a fuzzy part of his mind has been cleared.

John and you were never friends in highschool, in fact you pretty much only knew each other's names. Well, of course you knew a little more about John and his infamous reputation than he did about you.