Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on! (The Beatles X Reader)

Chapter 5

"Can I help you, John?" Y/N asked. John held his guitar in his hand.

"I was just gonna ask me, lady, on a date." He smirked, his eyes darting to where George had left.

"I was just on a date with--"

"Georgie boy, yes. I am aware, but you also went on a date with Paul, so er...why not make your way around the band, eh?" He laughed, extending his other arm. How did he know that she went on a date with Paul?

"Sure..." She said, suspiciously. She didn't take his arm. He let himself into her apartment and began to look around. He paused on her bare wall where pictures would hang.

"I thought for sure a bird like you would have friends." He said with a sly grin. She did have friends, just not here. They were in the future, probably wondering where she was. Did old Paul tell anyone what happened?

"I do. I just don't want boys like you trying to find them." She retorted. He gave a little chuckle as she tried to wipe some of the dirt off her clothes. George and she had been gardening in fancy clothing and now she was standing in front of John Lennon in a muddy dress.

"Seems you and George had fun." He smirked, putting his coat on the coat rack.

"It was absolutely pleasant." She replied, "Better than anything you've ever done." he shrugged. 

"I haven't exactly spent a lot of time with you though." He retorted. 

"Then that explains it." She laughed. He paused thinking for a moment. 

"Well, we better get going," he said, turning back towards the door. 

"What?" She asked, confusion flooding over her. He looked at her with the depth of an entire ocean. 

"We have a reservation, honey." He smiled, extending his hand. She was in no state to go out and this man expected her to go with him? She had just gone on a date with one of his bandmates and he had the balls to ask her on a date...that was already reserved!

"Of course you do." She hissed, crossing her arms.

"You don't have to change! I think you look splendid the way you are!" John remarked, now walking over to her to take her arm. She reluctantly walked with him down the street.

"Are you seriously bringing your guitar?" She asked.

"Why wouldn't I?" He laughed.

"Y/N? John?" A too-familiar voice asked. George had his bike with him. He looked betrayed.

"You're bandmate here just decided to take me out all of a sudden!" Y/N said, frustrated. George looked hurt as he turned to
John.

"John?" He questioned. John fumbled around his words as he tried to think of something to say. She was supposed to keep the band together. Of course, she somehow was splitting them up already.

"Haha! Just kidding! We were just going to the record store to buy some records! John was telling me the other day about this new band and we decided to go and get a copy of their new record!" She explained, taking a nervous glance at John who quickly nodded. George lit up.