All My Loving -Paul McCartney-

The Beatles?

"Is she awake?"

"Is she even alive?"

"Shut up John!"

"Ugh.." I groaned, Stretching my arms and out and opening my eyes a tiny bit. There were four blurred figures infront of me.

"Hey shes waking up!" One voice said.

I felt a hand touch my shoulder "You alright love?" Another voice asked.

I groaned again and opened my eyes wider, the bluriness going away a tiny bit. I must of hit my head pretty hard or something as I noticed the Beatles were sitting infront of me.

"Am I dreaming?" I asked, feeling my head looking around at the lot of them. They chuckled and shook their heads.

"Far from it love" John said, getting up from his seat and walking into another room.

"Wait, how the hell did I get here? What year is it? Where am I? Wha-" I was cut of by Paul.

"Stop with all the questions, you will do your poor little brain in. First of all we saw you in a ally, it looked asif you was going to get trampled on by our fans so I pulled you into that little place where we was hiding, and you fainted. The year is 1964 and we are in New York"

1964? I did have a dream where I was running down a ally, and I fainted in Pauls arms. But how did this happen? Im from bloody 2012 for petes sake.

"Uh okay, thanks" I replied, shutting my eyes and rubbing my head with my hands, how the hell did I manage to go back in time? The last thing I remember was falling asleep thinking about the Beatles...

"Do you have a place to stay?" George asked me from across the room, peering at me with curiosity.

"Um no actually, I dont even know how I ended up in bloody New York" I replied sighing a little bit.

"You can stay with us!" Paul suddenly said, I looked up at him in shock.

"What! No, I can't stay with you lot, thats an absur-"

"Yeah you can, we are here for a few months and you can stay with us until you get yourself sorted" Ringo said from across the room, where he was sitting next to George.

"Yeah exactly, thats a great idea" Paul said with a smile.

"I still don't know, I mean-"

"Oi John! This lovely young lady can stay with us for a while, can't she?" Paul shouted, cutting me of, again!

"I don't see why not, just as long as she isn't some crazed fan or reporter, hoping to get the inside scoop." John replied.

"I can assure you im not reporter, I am a fan but I wouldn't use you guys" I spoke.

"Then its sorted, your staying with us, Eppy will be fine with it" Paul said, casually putting an arm around my shoulders, making me blush.

"If you insist, I dont want to be a bother"

"Nonsense love, you won't be a bother at all, anway whats your name? You havn't told us yet" Paul said.

"Lily"

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