I woke up at what must have been like 3 in the morning according to an old looking clock hanging on the wall of the living room. I knew for a fact now that this was no dream, I lifted my head up slowly from what I thought was a pillow, which turned out to be Paul McCartney's firm abdomen that consisted only of a small layer of fabric separating our bodies. I looked around the dark living space. Ringo was laying down quite close to Paul and I, sleeping of course. To my surprise a sleeping George Harrison was slung across the couch with an arm gently dangling over the floor. I quietly watched him, still in my pre-awakened state. I looked back at the three of them, in their deep slumbers and it suddenly dawned on me, someone was missing. John. It all came back to me, how he stormed out after I told them the truth of where I actually came from. I slowly rose to my feet, careful not to wake the boys. I had thought that if George came back, he might have brought John with him. I tiptoed away from the living room, and felt a chilly breeze. It would have been less noticeable if I was still wearing my blazer, but it was now draped over Paul as if it were a make shift blanket. I kept walking toward the breeze and saw a faint light coming from the window of the back door.
I walked up to the door and peeked through the window. It was John. He was smoking a cigarrette that was piercing a faint light on my face through the window. I slowly opened the door, and he quickly flung around to notice me in the door way. However he did not leave this time. He only looked at me. Not breaking our gaze, I made my way on to the patio and stood next to him.
"Hey," I said, barley even audible. He flicked his head up in a half hearted nod.
"I'm sorry, that I made you angry," I managed to whisper.
"You should be." he retorted in a sigh.
"John, what do you fucking want from me?" I shouted at him.
"I am telling you the truth, and you know what? Out of the four of you, I thought you would be the first one to believe me, but no you ran off like a little bitch and didn't even give me time to expla..." He cut me off by cornering up against the cold brick wall of the house. My head was between his tense meaty arms pushing against the wall as if he could somehow move it and our noses just inches apart. I squinted my eyes in hopes of not meeting his directly. All I could smell was alcohol and cigarette smoke on his warm breath. He put his cold, rough hand to my cheek and I practically froze. Still inches apart, except this time I made the mistake of looking into his rich brown eyes.
"John," I spoke, quite frightened from his aggressive hold on me.
"Abbey, I'm going fucking mad!' she shouted in my face. Tears tried to burrow through my eyes in fear of him.
"No your not John, everything is fine, just please calm down." I pleaded.
I can't fucking take this anymore, this constant chaos, this constant feeling of being nowhere..." I cut him off by resting my forehead onto his. We stayed there like that for a few moments. With an unspoken understanding of each other.
"Sometimes life is quiet nowhereish," I spoke to him.
"Yes, it is. but when I met'cha it did'nt feel so nowhereish," he answered as small smile grew upon my face.
"You felt so familliar and real, and I feel like you don't see me like the other birds do, like a Beatle. You see me as who I want to be." The hand that once pushed me with force was now finding itself around my waist, and my heart began to race at the sound of his voice.
"I got angry because I thought you were making that shit up about you being from the future n'all, to try to get our attention, or that you were just some crazy bird and not what I felt you were." His arm now around my waist, he pulled me into him with a swift motion. Our noses just inches apart, he tried to find my gaze as he rose his free hand to recreate that oh so familiar caress on my cheek, I inhaled deeply finding it difficult to depict whether the smell of alcohol was stronger on my breath, or his. I had to assume it was mine by the way I bluntly wrapped my arms around his neck as his slightly open mouth met mine.
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Yesterday & Today (The Beatles FanFiction)
FanfictionTwenty-year-old Charlotte Abbey finds herself in an old record shop. When she gets her hands on a banned Beatles record things take a strange turn and she ends up in 1965 with four lads that she never thought she would ever meet.