Y/N's POV:
Cars, street lights, people, plastic bags and cellphone lights is all I see while I walk through the Liverpool city. Since I was very young I always had a big fascination for the british band The Beatles, God, I wish I could meet them in real life and not fantasize about my favorite Beatle. Those green eyes and that bright smile of Lennon makes my heart go crazy by just thinking about him. I wish I could have live in the 60's just to meet him and tell him how much I admire him.
But I knew that time machines or time travells don't exist (or that's what I thought). I walked back to my house, where my lovely cat greets me when I come inside. It was a tiring day, practicing with my friend. Have I told you that i'm a good guitarist? Probably not. I took a bath and layed on my bed, looking at my Beatkes poster on the roof. My eyes started closing slowly and my mind started to turn itself off.
Narrator's POV:
-"AAAAH!" Shouted a masculine voice.
-"What is it?!" Responded another voice.
-"THERE'S A STRANGER IN THE BED!" Shouted the first masculine voice. -"Oh, dear God!" Said a calmed voice.
-"God, take them out!" said a voice.
All of the intense sound woke up y/n, rubbing their eyes, they saw a group of 4 young men who looked the same for y/n. Startled, they stood up as fast as they could. The four men stared at them in suprise and confusion.
-"Who are you? Why are you sleeping on John's bed?" Said a boy with long fangs that made him look like a vampire.
-"I- I'm...uhhh...i'm y/n...are you...?" Said y/n confused, amazed but yet scared.
-"Dear God, are you lost? Did you run away from home?" Said a big eyed boy who looked like a doll.
-"Wait, maybe they have talent on music." Said a small heighted boy with a large nose.
-"Ringo! What if they're a murderer?!" Said a handsome long haired man, with green eyes and round glasses. "Was this an angel?" Asked y/n to themself.
(Let's move on XD)
Y/n's POV:
I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! Is this a dream? I'm in the band of the famous The Beatles as a background guitarrist! All of my stay in the band was magnificent, all of them were absolutely nice with me, especially the green-eyed one which was John Lennon!
Narrator's POV:
It was a peaceful night, y/n was practicing guitar for an hour now, some of The Beatles were practicing too. Somebody opent y/n's door, showing the tall brown haired man, John.
-"Hello my dear y/n. Staying up late for practicing, eh?" Said Lennon.
-"Oh, I-I, yeah." Lennon always makes y/n nervous when he's around.
Lennon sitted on y/n's bed and said,
-"What a comfortable bed, why don't we cuddle here?" Said Lennon teasing y/n. -"HUH?!, I MEAN-" Shouted the nervous guitarrist.
-"Oh, come on! It's just that, you look really "cuddleable"!" Cried Lennon. -"Hmm, fine I guess." Y/n said and sitted beside Lennon.
They both layed down like spoons and Lennon hugged y/n from their back making y/n's heart acellerate.
Y/n's eyes started to close while Lennon hummed a song.
THE END, I guess
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