Y/N, a young woman from the 21st century, was blessed with a great gift which changed the course of her life. She now has to deal with being two people at once.
This is a Beatles (mainly John and George) fan fiction.
Book two coming up with more Ge...
The next day, John and I decided to go shopping for our wedding outfits with our (for me, bridesmaids and for him, best man and other friends).
John's Pov:
Pete, The Beatles and I walked into the suit shop and immediately found the right suit. The one I wanted to kiss my bride in.
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When I came out of the change room, Paul gave a low whistle as the others stared in awe.
"I know, I look hot." I smirked.
"No, mate, that suits ugly." Pete admitted.
"Oh thank God you said that! Glad I'm not the only one thinking this." Ringo gave a fist pump to Pete.
"Yeah, John, go with a more classic look. Y/N will like it better." George said.
"How do you know what Y/N likes?" I asked, defensively.
"Mate, I've known her for a long time and I just have a feeling she won't like that suit."
"Oh, so then why don't ye marry her if you know her so well, huh?" I shouted.
"Aye, watch it! I was just trying to help!" George shouted back.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down!" Paul yelled over top of us bickering. "John, I know ye have pre-wedding jitters but don't take it out on George, okay? And George, it isn't Y/N's suit, is it? If John likes the style then that's all that matters."
"Yeah, yeah." We sighed.
I went back into the change room. I forgot about another suit I had chosen. Hope this is "classic" enough for George! I thought to myself, annoyed.
I stepped back out with the other suit on and my friends were smiling at me now.
"So, I look hot, right?" I ask.
"John, that really suits you!" Paul joked. We all cringed at the intended pun.
"Thanks, Macca!" I said, patting his shoulder. I decided to express my earlier thoughts to George and said, "Joj, is this classic enough for Y/N's liking?" I mocked him. George just rolled his eyes.
"Yer swine, Lennon." George sighed.
"I am, now? Yer the one thinking ye know my wife more than I!" I argued back.
"I was just speakin' my thoughts and tryin' to help! "Wife" isn't even the right term for her! Do I have to write it in song for ye to understand?"
"No because you're s*** at it!" I yelled. George went silent. I felt a pang of guilt in my stomach after saying that, seeing the hurt in his eyes. "George -" Before I could say something else, he stormed out of the suit shop. I sighed, mentally smacking myself. I felt a physical slap at the back of my head and turned around to see Paul, standing there.
