If I Fell│John Lennon/Beatles FanFiction

Chapter 13 - 3.Oct.1960

Chapter 13

October 3, 1960

After Paul practically carried me across several streets, we finally approached a building with a small deer painted on the sign. The main entrance to the cinema was situated on the left-hand side of the building. Paul passed that entrance and took me to another door. He carefully guided me inside.

We walked through a dark hallway—the sound of some movie playing filtered around us. Paul grabbed the doorknob of a door that didn't look like it could lead anywhere important, pushing it open with this shoulder. He helped me into the room, my feet moments from giving out.

John hadn't been lying about their less-than-pleasant accommodations. There was a chill in the air and the distinct smell of the loo throughout the room. It was as if the boys had been pissing in the corner, and truthfully the likelihood that had happened at some point was high.

"John!" Paul hollered as he adjusted his grip on me, apparently going for the 'wake up the entire bloody room' approach. He reached behind him and flipped on a dim light that barely served any purpose in illuminating the room, especially not with sunglasses covering my eyes.

Someone groaned, and there was movement from several of the beds.

The room was empty other than a few bunk beds and bags of their belongings strewn across the floor. Clothing and instruments crowded the small space. The noise of the cinema was clearly heard in the tiny room.

"John," Paul repeated, his voice strained.

A pillow was hurled from the top bunk on the right-hand side of the room. Then another pillow came from the bottom bunk. Both missed their target.

"Oi, Paul, shuddup, wouldya?" John's voice hollered.

"Some of us are tryin' to sleep," George's groggy voice added.

"I've got someone ye need to see," Paul said, ignoring their antics.

"Bit early in the day to bring a bird back, dontcha think?" John's head popped up from the top bunk, and he squinted toward us, his cheeky grin a bit sleepy. "I'm not bloody leavin' though, am I? So keep it down."

George groaned and then mumbled some swear. He flipped over until his back faced us. He wasn't covered in anything that I would consider a blanket. He had to be frozen.

There was movement from another bottom bunk, but I was sure it wasn't Stu or Pete. A completely starkers brown-haired bird sat up and peered in our direction with her head tilted to the side as if asking 'where in the fuck am I?'

I had to hold back a laugh at the ridiculousness of it all as I diverted my eyes, trying not to catch a glimpse of her bare chest.

"And we're not joining in, Macca, so don't even ask," John continued, his grin widening.

Paul shook his head once and let out a sigh, seemingly not seeing the naked bird sitting a few meters in front of him. "I've found Liv, ye blind bat."

"You've found wha?" John asked lazily as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. His hair stuck out in all directions. Holy hell, if he wasn't a sight for sore eyes.

"Liv?" George grumbled from the bunk below, his head finally popping up. He looked as if he'd fallen asleep only minutes before. Dark bags formed half-moons under his eyes.

"Liv. Olivia. Olivia Woods." Paul's voice rose as he spoke, his face tightening. His grip stiffened around me. "Found her on the bloody street, didn't I? Barely able to stand."