The Beatles x Reader Time Traveler

Meeting the Beatles

The picture above is what they look like

I can't quite remember what happened.

I heard voices while I was resting.

But then I started to wake up.

"She's waking up." One voice said.

"Poor little dear." Another said.

"I just hope she's alright." A third said.

"I'm sure she is. She just needs some time." A fourth said.

I recognized these voices from somewhere, but I couldn't place a name and didn't know where.

When I opened your eyes, I found myself in a lovely big room, laying in a big soft bed.

I hope you like the room.

I then looked around and there were 4 young men in front of me.

And it was none other than The Beatles.

Paul was sitting next to me on the side of the bed, John was on the other side of the bed, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Ringo was sitting at the end of the bed. And George was sitting on the bench on the end of the bed, with his arm resting on the bed, looking at me.

I felt my heart beating.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

I was in the same room, alone, with my favorite band, and they were young again.

"You're...........You're the Beatles." I said, still in shock.

"Yes we are." Paul said.

"Whe.....where am I?" I asked, looking around the room.

"Your in our penthouse, love." Ringo said.

I felt my head. 

It really hurt.

Like I got hit in the head with a baseball.

"Here. This should help." Paul said, handing me aspirin and a glass of water.

"Thanks." I said, accepting it. 

I took the aspirin and a sip of water.

"What day is it?" I asked.

"Friday, I think." Paul said.

"Yeah. March 1st, 1968." John said.

When I heard the date, I choked on my water. 

"1968?! It can't be!" I thought to myself.

"You alright, love?" John asked, patting my back.

"I don't know." I said, confused.

George went up to me, raised my chin, and looked into my eyes.

"Pardon me, love. You look a bit scared." He said.