Carry On (A Beatles Fanfiction)

Chapter Four

Chapter Four:
Those guys stayed up real late. They may have had unlimited amounts of energy, but I was tired pretty quickly. It had been one interesting day to say the least. Paul tried to make me as comfortable as he could but I have to say I was rather star struck. This was all just insanity to me and I couldn't still figure out how I was here. George and Ringo were nice and polite to me which was sweet but John seemed to almost purposely avoid eye contact or speaking with me past the casual greeting he gave me upon meeting me. It made me a little uncomfortable, being his granddaughter and all...which I'd just you know, found out! But anyway, I turned in pretty quick and once I closed the door, I realized I had no pyjamas. It was one thing I didn't pick up. Luckily though, I still had my pants and t shirt from home so I just put those back on before crawling into bed.
"This is so weird." I whispered to myself as my eyes started to close. To be honest, I mostly expected to wake up back at home.

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The sun spilled in through my window the next morning, rousing me instantly. The first thing I realized was that I was not back home. Actually when I first opened my eyes, I was scared before I remembered what had happened.
"Right. I'm the time traveller." I muttered to myself as I rubbed my eyes. As I woke up more, I heard faint piano music coming from the living room and couldn't help but smile. Quickly getting up, I changed into the navy dress I got and tried to fix my hair to the best of my abilities. To my surprise it didn't even look half bad. Usually it was an utter mess in the morning!
"Maybe things are different here." I shrugged before exiting the room. My feet took me directly to the living room where I indeed found Paul plunking put another tune on the piano. He saw me in the doorway and stopped playing.
"Ashley! I didn't wake you did I?" He asked.
"Oh no. The sun did." I smiled.
"Oh yes, the first light always hits that room first. I could have you moved if you'd rather..." He started.
"No it's okay. I'm an early riser anyway." I assured him.
"Okay. Are you hungry? Breakfast is sort of every man for himself around here but I'm sure I could fix something for you." He offered, getting up. He really was cute.
"Alright." I agreed with a chuckle. If I didn't let him do something for me, I  feared he would combust. So I followed him into the kitchen just as the other members of the house started rousing. I heard a shower start in the washroom as I curiously looked around again.
"We're going to be at the studio today. I was hoping you'd come along." Paul snapped me back to attention as we walked past what I'd been introduced to as John's room. The door was closed. I felt a lump in my throat. Everything in my mind was still fresh from well...two days ago now I suppose. Not to mention his abrasive behaviour so far. I thought that he'd probably be a tough nut to crack but I desperately wanted to know him...like on a more personal level I guess. Because I knew I'd never get another chance.
"I wonder if that's why I'm in the past?" I thought. Sure it made no sense but still... But then I thought,
"Ohmigosh! Won't mother and dad notice I'm missing? It's been like two days!" I was still mad at them, but it still worried me a little. I didn't know the rules of traveling back in time. For all I knew I'd be missing back home and Sienna would be frantic as well as my parents, Sienna's parents and probably even Paul. Like you know, future him.
"Are you okay, Ashley?" Past Paul spoke again as we reached the kitchen.
"Hm? Yeah I'm okay. I'm just..thinking about home." I said, lowering my voice. He nodded.
"You miss your family?" He asked.
"Well...I guess. I'm just wondering if they'd find me missing." I said.
"You told me things weren't great with your family. Are you feeling bad about that too?" He asked curiously. I shook my head.
"It was their fault. They..um lied to me." I said hesitantly as no one other than John himself came into the kitchen.
"Good morning." I forced myself to say. He turned to me.
"Hi." He said bluntly. I let a breath out.
"She isn't comin with us, is she?" He directed the question at Paul.
"I don't see why not. I am supposed to look after her." Paul said, going back to our cover story. John didn't look too pleased at that.
"I just wish we'd known she was coming." He said like I wasn't even in the room which I found kind of rude.
"She won't be a problem. Right, Ashley?" Paul said.
"Uh no. No I'll behave." I said, cracking a small smile. John just huffed and left the room.
"What's his deal?" I asked Paul once he was out of earshot.
"Oh who knows. He may be all bristly on the outside but once you get him to open up he's really a good guy." He told me.
"Hm...challenge accepted." I thought to myself. If he was the reason I was here then I wanted to get through to him as fast as possible so I could get home.