As I was getting for the party that John had invited me to, I was overwhelmed with an excitement that made my entire body tingle. I had been walking on clouds since I had gone to the studio, it was a high I wasn't sure I'd ever come down from.

"Have a light?" I asked Milly with a cigarette hanging from my lips as I struggled to zip up the back of my paisley patterned mini dress.

"Knock yourself out." She fished the lighter from her pocket and threw it to me as she flipped through a magazine on my bed. I fumbled with it before lighting my cigarette and threw it back. I was beyond nervous to see the boys again, and a little too eager for my own good.

"I don't think I've been so nervous in a long time." I played around with my hair nervously, trying to find which way it would fall perfectly as my cigarette hung from my lips.

"I can tell you really like them, any certain one in particular?" She pried with a smirk looking up from the magazine.

My face turned a instant crimson red.

"No, of course not they're like my bosses, plus, I'm not in a headspace to be thinking about that kind of stuff." I brushed her off thinking of Jeremy.

There was a moment of silence.

"Do you think he's really gone this time?" I whispered looking at Milly in the mirror behind me.

She had asked me the same the night he'd left for his alleged new job, but now I needed to hear her say he was gone. I needed him to be gone.

She sighed, putting the magazine down.

"God, I hope so," she offered a smile, "but he's like a pervert you meet at a rundown old pub at a gig, he's an absolute pain to get rid of." She said as I'd noticed I had shed a couple of silent tears.

He has left before, and I was always relieved when he did. When he was back, life was miserable. I didn't want him back, but somehow I didn't want to see him go the way he did. However, he never believed in me the way the boys do now.

"I don't know what I'd do if he came back." I wiped my eyes, ridding myself of the tumultuous feelings I had toward him since I had after all loved him once before.

"Hopefully, kick him to the curb." She said with a scoff causing me to laugh.

"I think I'd have no other choice." I smiled putting in my earrings swallowing the emotions once again.
                     _____________________

"You're sure you're feeling alright?" Alex asked looking me over once more as he and I pulled up to John Lennon's address.

"Course, I'll pop in and out," I spoke wanting to reassure myself more than him," "I'll call you." I smiled giving him a peck on the cheek before forcing myself to get out of the car, though my body was resisting.

"And if you don't, I'll know what you've been up to." Alex rolled down his window and winked at me causing me to make a gagging noise. He let out a belly laugh as I walked away with a smile, shaking my head. What an imagination he's got.

When I had gotten to John's front door there was a flash of uncertainty that went through my mind, but when I looked back to see if my options were still open I saw that Alex was gone. I sighed and knocked on the door, hearing lots of boisterous conversations inside. To my surprise, Paul opened the door, after I had heard a large amount of thudding from the other side of the door as if he'd rushed to it.

I blinked a couple times and smiled, a little startled by how quickly he'd opened the door.

"Sadie, you look beautiful love." Paul said bringing me into a hug, evidently quite tipsy.

"Oh I bet you say that to every girl."I batted my eyelashes teasingly as we broke away from the hug, causing him to smirk.

"Only the ones I fancy." He attempted to wink accidentally blinking with both eyes.

I almost let out a laugh but caught myself, he was a hot mess. Emphasis on hot. He wore a yellow collared shirt with a white blazer on top, his hair falling messily on his head yet in a way that would cause anyone to want to run their fingers through it- but Alex and Milly weren't right. It wasn't like that. We were practically like music partners, like Simon and Garfunkel, or, Peter and Gordon. Except, he was part of the Beatles and I was yet to be an actual recording artist.

"You do, do you?" I raised an eyebrow sarcastically as he stepped aside, motioning for me to come inside.

As I stepped into John's house I saw that it was definitely filled with people, most of whom were familiar faces, causing me to tense at the high status of people here. I had also recognized a few people from the Apple boutique and offices. There was quite a bit of noise so Paul had to raise his voice when telling me to follow him, weaving through the people to where I was lead in the kitchen, where Paul offered a me a drink and we saw Ringo with a petite blonde haired woman who I knew to be according to the papers and magazines.

What? I was once a jealous teenage girl just as much as any other.

"Sadie!" Ringo greeted giving me a brief but extremely welcoming hug just as friendly as I had known him to be.

He hesitated for a moment before once again realizing his wife was beside him and cleared his throat.

"Sadie, this is Maureen. Maureen, Sadie Harrow." He introduced.

She smiled though looking as if she wanted to remain posh with her mannerisms as if to intimidate me slightly.

"It's so lovely to meet you, you're even more stunning than I'd imagined." I gushed happily causing her to loosen up slightly, a more sincere look in her eyes appearing.

"I could say all the same about you." She beamed.

"John should be around somewhere, with his wife Cynthia." Paul's eyes searched around the room for his band mate.

The words felt odd to hear despite having known he was married with a child.

"Well, I'm sure we can find him." I grinned up at Paul who's eyes trailed back mine and softened their look.

He looked back to Ringo and Maureen and excused us, nearly making me spill my drink as he grabbed my hand and tugged me along into the crowd of people.

"That was a quick hello." I let out a small laugh.

"Sorry. Suppose I want to introduce you to everyone, I'm excited, that's all." He looked meek as he looked over to me explaining himself.

His words made me melt to putty in his hands. I nodded in understanding with a large grin.

Paul had introduced me to a few of his mates at Apple before we had found John, or for that matter, John finding us.

"Sadie." John spoke from behind me giving me a startle as Paul was chatting with an Apple person.

"John." I gasped, covering my mouth at how I'd nearly squealed.

This caused Paul to turn and realize John had joined in on the conversation.

"Do you mind if I borrow Sadie for a moment?" John inquired, causing Paul to furrow his eyebrows in dismay.

However just before he could get a word of disapproval in John had already spoken a thank you and motioned for me to follow him.

"What's this about?" I questioned with a slight undertone of amusement as I trailed behind him.

"Nothing, I just want to show you something." He grinned in such a way that made me question if this was the John Lennon I had heard about at all.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to bite." John grinned warmly, holding his hand out as he began up the steps to upstairs, realizing my hesitancy from behind him.

I grinned, crinkling my nose as I took his hand and followed up the stairs behind him excitedly.

He didn't say anything else but I followed him down his hallway to one of the rooms, holding onto his hand feeling a tingly feeling radiating from my hand through my body. I felt an adrenaline rush from the excitement and mystery. Why I trusted John, I wasn't sure, it seemed so natural.

He opened the door to a room filled with instruments, like a home studio.

"Wow." Was all I was capable of saying as I stepped in the room behind John, looking around the room at the various guitars and other types of instruments he would use in his music. The grand piano that was in the middle of the room was absolutely stunning, I was immediately drawn toward it. The room was my absolute dream.

"The piano is yours, if you want it." I heard John offer noticing my interest from behind me as I was in awe of it.

I tensed immediately, turning around on my heel quickly.

"I could never accept it." I was wide eyed and shocked from such a generous offer, I'm sure this piano was well over what I've ever made in my life.

"No really, I want you to," he nodded, uncrossing his arms, coming to stand at the piano beside me, seeing how uneasy I still was, "just, give it a play, then tell me." He motioned for me to take a seat at the piano bench.

I tried not to grin as I stared into his soft brown eyes.

"Go on, you know you want to." He encouraged with a smirk and a small chuckle, speaking on the Queen's English.

"So that's what this is about? Hearing me sing again?" I inquired with a big stupid smile that lightened my entire face up. John sat down beside me, looking down at my hands that hovered over the keys.

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't." His toothy grin made butterflies erupt in my stomach.

I teased him, pretending to think for a moment, putting my hands back into my lap.

"Only, if it's a duet." I pointed at him, making him return the same deep in thought look, putting his pointer finger up to his lips.

"You drive a hard bargain, but alright." He put out a hand, which I shook triumphantly.

"What to play." I looked back down at the piano, which John had already begun to play on just as I spoke, and I'd immediately recognized it as "You Really Got A Hold On Me" which was covered by the Beatles as a group before in their early years. It was a good song for a duet I had to admit, though I felt some of John's intention was in the songs lyrics.

"I don't like you, but I love you, seems that I'm always, thinking of you," he began to sing with the charm in his voice that made girls go crazy.

I began to sing alongside him, the two of us having fun as we did so, not taking ourselves too seriously as we had a couple of giggling fits throughout the song. His laugh was infectious, and the two of us began to speak gibberish halfway throughout the song instead of the words because John had forgotten some of the lyrics.

I couldn't help but admire the side of John Lennon that the world didn't get to see.

As the song had come to an end, and the two of us were beaming ear to ear, I found myself staring down at John's hands resting on the piano keys, because I knew then that Milly and Alex were eight. Somehow they always were.

"Sadie." John cooed softly, demanding for me to look up at him.

I looked up into his eyes seeing them trail down to my lips, and without skipping a beat he placed a quick kiss down on my lips, looking as if he were about to apologize for it. Before he could do so I leaned up and kissed him again, this time with even more fire in passion, the intensity of the moment getting the better of me.

The door had then squeaked open, John and I throwing ourselves apart to see who was at the door.

"Cynthia is looking for you." Mal spoke as he covered his eyes because of what he'd walked in on.

What had I done.