an apartment in Liverpool...

You opened up your eyes to a ringing alarm clock, and give a heavy sigh. Shutting it off, you grab your duster after you open the window. You begin to dust, a breeze from the window spreading dust speckles around the room.

There a knock on the door. You look down and notice your only wearing gray sweatpants, a orange, shaggy tank top and a messy bun. Who cares anyway...

You open the door to reveal George, with the other three boys behind him. "Good morning Y/N!!"

You eyes are wide. "How do you know where I live?" You ask nervously, rubbing the back on your neck.

John pushes to the front of the group. "Easy guess. We watched you walk from our studio to your apartment, which is about a block away."

Paul moves John aside. "We just wanted you to get home safely."

Ringo nodded from the back, slightly jumping over the taller boys. You softly chuckled in amusement.

You let them in, and George sat himself down in a chair. "Not too shabby."

You gave him at look at his sarcasm, and looked back at John. He was staring blankly at the window and into the city. "Wow, great view, Y/N."

Paul ran beside John and pointed out the open window. "Look! There's EMI studios!"

Ringo nodded at John and Paul. "Yeah, we just signed a contract with them." "Were on break for now."

George yelled from the other side of your apartment. "Aren't we working on I Want To Hold your Hand right now Paul?"

Paul looked back and gave a thumbs-up. "Mhm. I finished the lyrics today."

Ringo nudged Paul. "How about we sing to Y/N, eh?"

George walked towards the gathering group, and John began to sing.

Oh yeah, I'll tell you something.
I'll think you'll understand.

Paul began to tap his foot to the rhythm as George mimicked playing a guitar. Ringo pretend to play the drums.

When I, say that something.
I wanna hold your hand!
(I wanna hold your hannnd!)
(I wanna hold your hand.)

Oh please, say to me.
You'll let me be your man.
And please, say to me.
You'll let me hold your hand!

Now let me hold your hannnnd!
(I wanna hold your hand!)
And when I touch you I feel happy, inside.
It's such a feeling that my love, I can't hide!
(I can't hide!)
(I can't hide!)
(I can't hiddde!)

Yeah you, got that something.
I think you'll understand.
When I, say that something.
I wanna hold your hand!
(I wanna hold your hannnnnd!)
(I wanna hold your hand.)

Paul began to chuckle as the boys crowded around him chanting. "Paul made good lyrics! Paul made good lyrics! Paul made good lyrics."

John hugged Paul tightly as George and Ringo fist-bumped, afterwards making childish explosion noises.

A shy smile crossed your face. "I loved it! It's gonna be in my head for weeks."