A Common Misconception (Beatles Fanfic)

Going Home (Chapter 1)

Florence's POV

I was catching a train back to Liverpool from Manchester. I've finally finished my Sixth Form and now I can finally get back to take some time to decide what do I really want to do. "Ticket to Liverpool, please," I asked the burly man at the counter. He nodded gruffly and handed me my ticket before pointing at the train I was supposed to board and saying "Over there, the red number 11 one". I thanked him before I half jogged my way to go onto the train before it left.

The train ride was quite uneventful. It was a train with corridors so I used the restroom a few times before we reached Liverpool at about four o'clock. The train ride lasted for about two hours before we reached Liverpool which was a reasonable amount of time for me to take a short nap too. We came to a stop as we reached Lime Street Station. Liverpool remained the same in my eyes.

It was really something special to me . Something that came from deep inside of me indeed and I couldn't describe what exactly but I knew it was meaningful. I walked through the crowd bustling to and fro Lime Street Station as most people went for lunch at the fish and chips place at the docks. I, however, proceeded onwards to 17 Fletcher's Grove, two or three blocks away from the station, where my family resided at for about three generations through my mum's side of the family as my dad came from New York, America. When I opened the front door of my home, I was overwhelmed by my family and the many guests being there, looking happier than usual.

"Florence!" "It's been a long time!" "Two years!" "Oh how much you've grown" "I hope the Mancs haven't polluted yer mind with whatever they have in Manchester," were the some of the things shouted as I walked in. I was hugged by everyone in the room as they all came up to me, taking turns to welcome me with food or just hug the life out of me which though I was flattered by the gesture, it made me feel like the air in my lungs have been sucked out by a hoover or something.

My mum and dad, my 13 year old younger brother Alfie, my granddad and nan, my old friends Mike and Natalia, my extended family through my mum's side, some of Alfie's friends from that school he goes to, Liverpool Institute, and the nice family who lived next door, the MacCarolls. And as it turned out, Mum had taken a whole month to plan this small occasion just because I'm back and maybe also use it as an excuse to have a get-together with everyone as usual.

I settled in the living room as my dad was having a chat with some guests and my mum in the kitchen with my nan and Mrs. MacCaroll. The room was alive as Alfie started to play an Elvis tune that everyone enjoyed Can't Help Falling In Love With You with his friends singing along, jokingly pretending to be teddy boys. Most of the adults stood up to slow dance to the song. "Your family's a bit like my own family. Aye, Flo," greeted Mike, his greenish brown eyes sparkling with mirth," It's been a while hasn't it?"

"I guess so, McCartney. I heard you have a bird now," I winked playfully at him. "Well er- honestly I don't even know about her, Flo. Birds are confusing," he confessed earnestly with his cheeks tinging a shade of red. "I wish ya luck then, mate," I laughed, patting him on the back as he took a seat on the settee next to me with a drink in his right hand.

"Y'see, Natalia and I have been thinking about us going somewhere tomorrow or whenever you've settled back in town, y'know the three of us like back then," he explained with his hands moving quickly as he gestured to Natalia, me and him.

"Sure, why not? Where to, McCartney?" I agreed. "To the Cavern Club? Paul's playing there with his band The Beatles. You remember him, right?" he said casually as Natty approached both of us with vanilla cream cakes Mum gave her which were fresh from the oven, the smell of fresh cakes floating in the air.

"These cakes are brilliant, Mrs. Gillan! Oh, have ya told her about the Cavern Cub yet? Gigs there are really gear, Paul's lovely," sighed Natalia as Mike showed his dislike. "Natty, I swear I'm getting sick of all this 'ohdearlordpaulohjohngeorgepete' moans from most of the birds in town. He's not THAT interesting," he huffed, more to himself really.

"What? It ain't my fault Paul inherited more good looks than you did at birth, mate. There's nothing I can help you with there, y'know," Natty punned innocently as she nudged Mike in the ribs. He coughed loudly to pretend he didn't hear that but it was obvious he wasn't hurt by the pun. "He was a ugly kid though," muttered Mike, bemused.

"Flo, the Cavern Club is really gear. Many guys hang out there so it's important that we look good there unless you don't care. Then never mind," babbled Natty as she continued on gabbing about the what you'd have to wear there which annoyed me a bit but I was used to Natty's exaggerating to an extent. This went on until Mike got fed up and rode back home and my Mum looked apologetic and shooed Natty out of the house to get back before curfew.

It was already about nine o'clock by the time most of the guests left and I felt terribly sleepy. I dragged myself up the stairs, my mum following me to put me and Alfie to bed in our rooms. I quickly changed to my pajamas before laying in bed under my sheets.

"I miss Liverpool, Mum. I wanna sleep," I murmured sleepily as if I was a little kid from back then wanting a bedtime story.

"You had a long day, dear. Rest. Michael told me you'd be visiting the McCartney's tomorrow so make sure that you're ready to go wherever it is you're going with Michael and Natalia in the morning," my mum said with a small smile gracing her pretty features, stroking my dark brown hair as I slowly fell into a deep dreamless sleep in my room. It was a pleasant feeling to doze off to.