I Want to Tell You [Beatles Fan-Fiction]

Two

"We're actually here." Amber whispers, looking up at the place where the Beatles will be performing in half an hour. They were going to go in through the back alley, because the front was crowded with screaming girls.

"In less than an hour, we will be in the same room as the four most amazing people in the world." Kim says.

"Are you sure about that, ladies?" A low voice says from behind them.

They turn around to see two scary looking men smiling at them. Kim lets out a little whimper.

"Yes. I am very sure." Amber growls.

"Feisty, are ye?" One of them has a thick accent. The other grabs her arm and tugs. Amber kicks him in the shin.

"Yes. Yes I am."

"American, too, aye?" He says, only now you can hear the pain in his voice from how hard she kicked him.

"Yes again." She answers. Kim is speechless.

"Enough small talk. You're coming with us." He makes another lunge for her arm, but she kicks him again. He grunts and yanks her purple hair.

"Amber!" Amber had been so caught up in defending herself, she hadn't realized the other had grabbed Kim.

Kim tried to get away, but the man punched her. Punched her. Amber growls again, and attacks again.

This can't be happening, she thought. Not today. Not now.

They're about to give up fighting when they hear a voice. "Hey! What's goin' on here?"

Amber sees four guys come running towards them. One of them pulls the man away from Kim, and punches him. Hard.

Another one of the four yanks away the man attacking Amber. He grabs the collar of his shirt.

"Now you better get out of here fast. These girls came here to watch our concert, and that's what they are going to do. You are so lucky I'm feeling nice today, or I would beat you with my guitar. Now get out." He pushes him to the ground.

Both of the men get up and run, looking back once to see they weren't being followed.

"Thank you, so much." Amber pants to the one who threatened the man. She tries to get up, but stumbles.

"Here." He takes her hand and pulls her up. "My name is George. What's yours?"

"Amber. And... Wait. George Harrison?"

He smiles. "Yes." Then he points to the one helping Kimberly stand. "And that's John." Then he points to the other two. "And that is Ringo, and Paul."

"I'm really dizzy." Kimberly says. Then she falls into John, who catches her. She winks at Amber.

"We're you two going to watch the concert?" Ringo asks us.

Amber nods.

"Big fans?" Paul asks, smiling.

Amber nods again, blushing.

"We'll, we better take you inside. Make sure you're alright. You can come into our dressing room, and stay while we get ready. We're not supposed to do this, but..." Paul looks at the others before continuing. They nod.

George smiles at Amber. "You two can stay backstage and watch the concert."

Kimberly squeals with excitement, causing John to laugh, which makes her squeal again.

"Can you walk?" George asks me. Amber stretches her leg and winces. "I'll take that as a 'yes, but I wouldn't like to.' Correct?" Amber nods. George smiles and picks her up, carrying her to the door. John tries to pick Kim up, but she makes a point of wanting to carry herself.