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

Chapter 15

Everything was so strange. The world felt the same, but it had this off tone to it all. Yes, nothing had changed except for George and John still being alive, but it brought this sense of...realization? A realization that things are meant to be a certain way. Changing something that shouldn't be trifled with is detrimental. She picked up her phone...gosh was it weird to have a smart phone again. Dialing her best friends number, she waited for her to pick up. 

"Y/N!" Her friend cried from the other side of the phone.

"I'm so glad to hear your voice! Listen, how long was I gone and can you pick me up?" She asked, standing on the street as cars whirled past her. 

"How long? It's only been an hour since you left for the coffee shop. Where are you?" Her friend replied. Was it true? She hadn't been gone as long as she had thought? Time hadn't passed and the world had changed-- 

"I'm not sure..." Y/N looked around for a sign. Paul had driven her to some studio that she had no idea where it was located.  She saw a street sign and told her friend what it read. 

"That's pretty far away from where I am, but I can come and get you." Her friend replied, "It'll take me an hour or two, so go rest somewhere for a bit." 

"Text me when you get here." 

"You got it." She hung up and now what? What if Paul came out and looked for her. She thought it best to leave the street for now. Walking towards a park full of kids and families, Y/N remembered the wonderful times she had in Liverpool. It truly was marvelous, but she couldn't deny her anger towards Paul. A group of school children ran past as the sun reached the highest point in the sky. Constant chatter of the birds rang out among the busy walkways and the dogs that barked for a ball to be thrown surrounded the beautiful area. The leaves were dancing in the soft wind that was barely noticeable due to the sunlight. 

"Ma'am?" A voice asked, making Y/N turn around. A young man with glasses and dark hair was looking at her curiously. "My name is Levi. I was talking with my grandfather earlier today and he brought up an incident that happened in 1962." 

"And?" She asked, confused by this man's forwardness. 

"His name is Scott. You don't happen to be Y/N? The one died in the car crash, or you could be related to her too. I honestly don't know. I'm sorry if I bothered you, but you look just like her from the photographs." He explained, giddily twisting a photo in his hands. He noticed she was looking at it as he went to show her. It was her and Scott in front of the store. Who knew he would actually score a wife and have kids none the less. He was doing better than the Beatles that's for sure. 

"Can you keep a secret?" She smirked, examining the photograph. He nodded, excitedly. "Paul McCartney sent me back in time to save the Beatles from breaking up, but I retroactively caused them to break up before they were even popular and then I was hit by car." He looked more confused than she was. He adjusted his glasses, curiously. 

"Who are the Beatles? They were one of those one hit wonder bands right?" He asked. It was crazy to think there was a world without the Beatles. 

"They were supposed to change the world of music, but now they are normal people...I think unless they joined other bands. Here can you tell me who Paul McCartney, John Lennon, George Harrison, or Ringo Starr is?" She asked, hoping someone would ring a bell. He started laughing and it took him a moment to collect himself. 

"Ringo Starr? What kind of a name is that!" He laughed harder. Glaring at him, she crossed her arms. 

"Just tell me if you have ever heard of them." She hissed, waiting for him to stop cracking up. He took a deep sigh. 

"I've heard of John Lennon." He said, "He became an activist." 

"I'm not surprised, but this time he is alive." She sighed as Levi raised an eyebrow. 

"Are you saying he was dead?" Levi questioned with a glare. 

"Well what gave it away!" She said, sarcastically. Rolling his eyes, Levi thought for a moment. 

"I guess I should ask if I can be any help of getting you to a mental hospital." He said, waving his hand around. 

"She has no need for that I'm afraid." A familiar voice called from across the way. Turning to see who it was, she couldn't believe her eyes. John walked over to them. He was older now...older than he should have been. It was mesmerizing, but yet uncomfortable.

"John?" She asked, not even sure it was him. Levi squinted at him, confusingly.

"Hey, Y/N. Fancy seeing you here." John smiled, "Considering you're supposed to be dead." 

"I thought you were supposed to be." She replied with a smirk. Did John know that things weren't right? That this wasn't what it was supposed to be? 

"At least that's what Paul says." John laughed, looking Levi up and down. "Oh great, you're related to Scott aren't you? I never liked that man." Levi looked taken aback as he turned to Y/N. 

"What is he talking about? How does he even know that I am related to Scott?!" He puzzled, taking the picture back from her. 

"Ask him yourself, Idiot." She motioned to John who was listening patiently. Levi huffed, glaring at John. 

"So?" Levi asked him. John gave a chuckle as he patted the man on the shoulder. 

"You're grandfather was a horrible, manipulative person...at least in my eyes. I don't know what others thought of him, but he was someone I wasn't inviting to my funeral." John winked at Y/N who slapped her face in embarrassment. Levi pulled his shoulder away from John and he stormed off. 

"Good job old man." Y/N paced around him. John shrugged, checking his watch. 

"He was as uptight as someone related to Scott can be." John remarked, sitting down on a bench in the shade. He stared up at some birds that were nesting in a  nearby tree. Sitting next to him, Y/N thought back to the dinner at his aunt's.

"Are you doing alright? It's been what sixty years since we last saw each other?" She tried to strike up some sort of conversation. How could a person talk to someone who they thought was dead? Especially if that person was the same age and you weren't? 

"I've been...fine. I've lived a life that I consider fulfilling. The hardest challenges came early with the band and you. After that...everything was easy. I was lucky that I didn't have to live through too many deaths and losses. We broke up and went our separate ways. I wrote song after song, but I couldn't bring myself to ever make them public because of everything else. I couldn't watch my songs be produced while Paul was grieving. I couldn't let the world hear my music while George was fighting his smoking addiction. I couldn't advertise something that had heart and loss, but not a shared feeling. Ringo stuck with me for a few years, but after awhile we went our separate ways. The last time I had talked to Paul he told me that George and I should be dead. That you shouldn't have known us and I thought he was crazy but now...I should have known if was the only truth he could ever tell." John went silent for a moment. He checked his watch one more time before standing up. 

"Where are you going?" She asked with a frown. How could he leave after all of that? 

"George will meet you in a few minutes. I should get going." John waved goodbye as he trudged down the walkway. Y/N felt her heart shattering. She didn't know what was worse anymore. Real life or the life Paul tried to make. Luckily, she was going to get the chance to talk to the people who she really needed to talk to...the rest of the band.