The boys had stayed the night in the living room. They had sprawled out in the living room, covering every part of the couch and floor. George slept in the armchair, holding his knees to his chest. John had his arm hanging over the edge of the couch where he lay. Ringo snored on the floor next to the instruments. Paul somehow slept on the back of the couch above John. Y/N cautiously walked out of her bedroom. She had completely forgotten that they had been there the night before. Not wanting to wake them, she strolled past the living room to get to the kitchen. Making a cup of tea, she looked at the group in the living room. They were so peaceful. She wished it could stay that way forever...at least in her apartment, as the neighbors had complained about the music playing.
"Hey there, Y/N," John whispered, making her jump. He made a little snicker, trying not to wake the others.
"Well, I'll be--"
"Amazed at his royal majesty, John Lennon, the 45th of Liverpool, England!" John interrupted. He held his arm and puffed out his chest with the biggest grin as wide as the Pacific Ocean.
"Of course, you woke up first." She joked. His smile never waned.
"Who else would!" John exclaimed. "Only someone as beautiful as me could wake up before the others and still look this good!"
"Keep telling yourself that." Y/N mused as John looked through the cupboards of the kitchen.
"Where's your cereal?" He asked, examining a rice box.
"The next cupboard over." She replied, taking another sip of her tea. He grabbed the cereal box and got himself a bowl. She was so distracted by his weird process of making cereal (pouring the milk, then the cereal.) That she didn't realize someone was behind her.
"Beauty Queen got up early," Ringo smirked, making Y/N jump...again.
"Hey, Rings!" John muffled through a mouth full of cereal.
"Morning, seems the band is arising." Y/N joked as Ringo went to stand next to John.
"You can say that again." John added, drinking the milk that was left in the bowl.
"You better pay me my money for that." Y/N's face turned serious. John stopped dead in his tracks, he blushed embarissinly as Ringo held in a laugh.
"Looks like I'm washing dishes, Rings." John laughed.
"You bet you are!" Y/N giggled, looking back at the living room to see if Paul or George had awaken yet.
"Those two are knocked out cold and for a good reason." John commented.
"What is it?" Ringo asked, looking confused. John slowly looked at Ringo.
"Were you not at practice last night?" John asked, sharply.
"Well, I was half asleep, so maybe I did, maybe I didn't." Ringo replied. John shook his head in disappointment. Y/N watched with a smile on her face. If only she had some popcorn at the moment.
"Paul wrote a whole song last night, genius." John snapped.
"And what did you do?" Ringo asked.
"I helped and what did you do?" John questioned, setting his cereal bowl down.
"He played the drums for your band and you should be thankful." Y/N cut in to the converstaion. She had to mantain her mission of keeping the Beatles together. Even over the smallest things, she would rather play it safe and not risk potenially making the siutation worse or harder for herself.
"What she said!" Ringo agreed, giving Y/N an appreactive nod.
"I guess I can't argue with that. Especially if Y/N is on your side, Rings." John replied, looking past Y/N. She heard footsteps and she turned to see who had woken up next.
"Morning, luv." Paul remarked with a wink. John gave Ringo a quick "speak of the devil" look and walked over to Paul.
John put his arm around Paul's shoulder and said, "You should be proud of yourself, Paul. Writing a genuine love song isn't easy. Take it from me. All the ladies that I have dated in the past..."
"One." Ringo coughed, warrenting a glare from John.
"That's all fine and good, John..." Paul trailed off, "I wrote it for someone. I just don't want ot share who quite yet."
"Of course you don't." Y/N teased with a slight punch to his arm.
"As long as the song sells." John said.
"Sells?" Paul asked.
"It's high time we get a manager and a record label and..." John listed off many music production related things that went over Y/N's head. She was distracted by the slowly awakeing George, who seemed to have forgotten that he was at her house. He luckily, quickly came to his senses and strolled over witha yawn.
"Hiya." Is all he said. Looking half asleep, George waved at everyone.
"You're finally awake, Georgie!" John laughed, removing his arm from Paul's shoulder, so he could walk over to George. John ruffled George's hair which didn't seem to evoke any reaction from him.
"Seems he is still asleep!" Ringo remarked with George yawning again.
"Well, since we're all up now. I think it's time to discuss what's coming up." John clapped his hands together with excitement. George looked as confused as ever, Paul rolled his eyes, and Ringo raised an eyebrow at John.
"What crazy plan did you come up with this time?" Paul asked with a smirk.
"It's time we got our music out to the world!" John began in a booming voice. George's eyes fluttered open, startled.
"We already know about this plan." Paul said.
"But this is a new plan!" John reafirmed.
"Of course it is." The other three said in unison. Y/N tried her best to hold in her laughter at their tones.
"I predict in a year that we will be up and running! With albums and records, girls--"
"Like that will happen." Y/N laughed. George and Ringo nodded their heads in agreement. Paul snickered.
John cleared his throat. "Girls. Above all, a band! One that we will never forget!"
"That's a fact." Y/N muttered to herself. The others must have heard her as they laughed again at John's speech.
"You all are going to be the death of me!" John spat. Y/N held back on a comment after he said that.
"And guess who has to sit through all the crazy stuff we're going to go through?" Paul asked. The other memebers looked at Y/N.
"Me?" She guessed.
"And we have a winner!" Ringo laughed. It was true that she now had a better position to watch their events unfold. Who truly knew where they would be in a year...of course she knew, but to what extent could her presences bring to them? It seemed she would find out...in a year.
1 year later...