I'll Get You{Beatle Fan-Fic}

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Chapter 1

Anlayna is a typical, average, American teenage girl. She is consintly bullied, to the point she hates herself. The one thing that keeps her alive is The Beatles. One night, she falls asleep to her tears, and she drifts into a long, deep sleep. She dreams of two Beatles, and they tell her to hold on. They have a suprise for her. But what is the suprise?

My feet clunked on the concrete, my converse two sizes to big for my feet. I had on a messenger bag, that was brown with Exactley five Beatle pins on the bottom right hand side corner. My eyes were red and puffy from crying earlier, and my jacket was streched from a kid pulling on it.

When I entered my home, it felt empty. My mom wasn't home, so I trotted upstairs, threw my bag into the corner of my room and plopped down onto my bed. I looked up to see John and Paul smiling, causing me to smile and sniff.

I rolled over and turned my iPod on, it started to play She Loves You. I sat and hummed with them, tapping my dirty shoe on my bed spread.

I took a deep breath, I pulled my my left sleeve. And traced my finer along the scars, I glanced at my dresser. It had a knife on it.

I looked back up at the poster on the ceiling, John had something in his eye saying don't.

" Oh yeah... Oh yeah... oh yeah... Oh yeah... Imagine I'm in love with you, it's easy cuz' I know." my favorite song played in the back while I stared at them both.

" You don't know how much I love you both." I whispered, crossing my arm and admiring their attractive features.

" And in her eyes you see nothing, no sign of love behind the tears, cried for no one, a love that should have lasted years."

" Paul... I'll be here for you if you be here for me." I knew I'd never meet him, my mom is cheap and doesn't understand the Beatles. She wouldn't ever let me go and see him in concert, and he wasnt getting any younger.

So might as well kiss him goodbye.

John was dead.

His sport forever gone off this plant, I often mourned of him. The thought never again, will one of the most talented men will ever walk the face of this earth again.

My eyes started to burn, I looked at the time and it was already 8, i usally don't go to bed this early but what else to I really have to do? Plus tomorrow is a weekend, and I can just lay in bed all day.

My body got less tense and I dozed off.

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I threw the red, heavy curtain from my face and quickly made my way in front of it. My shoes clicked onto the stone, I looked down and I was in high heals. And a dress!

I've never worn a dress in my life before. But i didn't like it, I love the feel of jeans and how they cling to your body.

I looked up, I was in a theater. A georgeous, Old fashioned, beautiful theater. The seats of the hundreds of chairs were the same velvet red as the curtains were, and so were the curtains up on the balcanys.

I walked further up, closer to the body of the stage.

After a moment, I heard clapping and it caught me off garud. I found were the clapping was coming from. A young man was sitting in the third row, in the middle seat smiling and clapping.

He stopped and stood up, I could barley see him. I could see he had a suit on, and he was walking up closer to the stage. As he made himself closer, I somehow got extremely brave and walked slowly closer to him as well.

He laid his elbow down on the strange, and stood so I could only see him head and arms.

" You look magnificent, love! Only if you saw what I see." I knew that voice anywhere. It was Paul McCartney.

I froze, this is a dream! He's not this young!

He pushed himself up onto the stage and walked in front of me to the point I could practily smell his breath.

" Anlayna... "

" You're not real. Your old!" I said in denial.

He laughed. " Thanks... I like to think of myself middle aged."

His eyes made me melt, no one had ever treated me this way. Like I was important, like I meant something.

He took my left arm in his hand, that didn't have a sleeve. Oh shit, he's going to think I'm mental. I quickly pulled it back, refusing for him to even have a chance to have a look at it.

He did the same motion again, this time I didn't pull back. He turned it over and took in my scars.

" This my dear, isn't exceptable." He warned me. " You have no reason to do this to yourself."

In a split second he went from being the sexiest person alive, to a protective parent.

" Sometimes I want to be happy, and I think how happy I'd be if I was with George and John." I tell him.

He didn't say anything in return.

My eyes start to tear up.

" No! No.. No no. Don't cry, please love, I hate seeing you hurt." he wiped the running tears on my face with his thumb.

" Paul! Making all the girls cry! Thought that was my job?" John laughed at his own joke, I heard Paul sigh.

" I'm sorry, he's a big joke." He whispered.

John made his way up onto the stage. He came to me and Paul, he gave me a hug like he knew me and it was just another day.

" What you crying about? What did Paulie do to you?" he smiled and caressed my face. This is so. Damn. Awkward.

Paul pulled him away from me, and showed his my arm. John looked up to me with suprised eyes.

" Fuck! God... You can't do this to yourself!" His response was worse than Paul's.

" Tell you what girl, I'll make you a promise if you make me a promise." John told me.

I nodded, agreeing.

" Me, Paulie, George, and Rings will all meet you. Only if you stop this shit, okay? If you start again I'll yell at you till you-"

" John!" Paul scolded. " Could you be a little more harsh buddy!?"

" As a matter of fact I can."

" Please no." I spoke up. " I'll do it. Promise."

" Promise." He repeated after me, then rapping his arms around me. He took another look at my arm and hit it.

It startled me and stung.

" Never again." He confirmed with me looking disgusted at the scars and cuts.

" John... You can go now." Paul tried to usher him out.

" Oh yes.. I'll leave you two alone." He raised his eyebrows at us. " Resum to your original state." he walked off the stage and out from the aisle.

" Wait how will John and George be able to see-" my voice was cut off when he kissed my cheek. I stared at him in shock.

" I know you better than you think I do. See you soon."

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 16, 2012 ⏰

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