Chapter One
Paperback Writer

Everywhere you go, people can tell you that the greatest summer ever was in 1969. The music, the hair, the cloths, the drugs -hell there's even a song- but not me. My favourite was in 1963, August to be exact. Why was it so fun? Well, to the rest of the world it was my first time getting high, but that has never been so far from the truth. 1963 was the summer I spent with The Beatles, and yes I mean the band.

Don't believe me, I don't blame you. I've been trying to forget it for so long, that I finally look back on it as a wonderful dream. Why would I try to forget it? Well, I guess I'll just explain it to you, that's why I'm here anyway. Well, before we start, I guess I have to introduce myself. My name is Holly Adams, and this is the story of the Beatle in the closet.

August 1, 1963

"BRAANG"

My brass alarm clock rings only twice before my fist almost breaks it trying to shut it off. As I get up, I try not to awake Ralph, my boyfriend, on the couch. Ralph is really my ex-boyfriend, I tried to break up with his sorry ass four days ago, but he denies everything I said and keeps drinking our liquor. Sorry, HIS liquor, I don't drink. Since it's his apartment though, I stay, but it gets worse everyday. Somedays I swear, he wants to hit me, and I think he starting to think that it might be a good idea.

My worries aside, I manage to get by him unscaved and out the door in my waitress uniform. I work at Jerry's Diner but I am a student at Camberwell College of Arts , I want to be an actress and my dad said I have always had a nack for performing. Speaking of my dad, I am actually from New Orleans but when my dad took me to London, England for a business trip, we decided to stay and when I moved out, I didn't really want to leave ( and I didn't have the funds).

So, I arrived and worked my regular shift until about five. So much for summer, working until five, eight days a week. I sighed, that song was all over the radio and I was pretty much the only girl not having it. I probably couldn't even remember their name if the tabloids and radios didn't pound the records and news 24/7. Beatles, Beatles, Beatles, I'd hate the band if I didn't mind their songs.

I was reaching for my jacket when Jerry, the head chef and owner, called to me
"Holly," he shouted "You're not done, take care of the four gents that just came in!"
I looked at the clock, crap. It was 30 minutes until the diner actually closed and Jerry's policy was that if there was still customers in the diner then we stayed until they left. I hate that policy. I shoved my jacket back in my cubbie and tied back my curly, brunette hair and impatiently walked back into the serving area.

As I walked in, I looked for the people who entered. They were four men dressed in blac suits in what looked like their twenties, face down in menus. I could tell they were trying to hide from something but I didn't ask, I just introduced myself and asked what they wanted to drink.

"Umm, just tea thank you... for the four of us" said one of the men closest to the window, face still stuck in a menu. He had kind-of shaggy hair... they all had shaggy hair.

"Alright. Say that's an interesting accent, where are you guys from?" I said as I left to get the drinks behind the bar. The coffee/tea pot and soda fountain were behind the bar and they were sitting at one of the tables and chairs close to the window. As I started the pot, one closer to the middle of the dinner looked from his menu and spoke up.

"Uh Liverpool," He said as he looked up expectantly, thinking I might say something. Weird, he looked familiar.

" That's quite aways away, what brings you to London?"
"We are musicians" said the one closest to me, he through me a cheeky smile and the one closer to the door laughed. The one that ordered the drinks elbowed him. They all looked familiar like the other one.

"Oh Is that so? Have I heard some of your songs?" I yelled , it was a joke but the one closer to me played along.

"Probably! We are the biggest band in the world!"
"Oh yeah? Like what?!" I retorted as I picked up the filled teacups and walked over to the table
" Oh, I don't know... have you heard 'Eight Days a Week?'"
I froze
" Twist and Shout!" The one closer to the middle said
" Love Me Do?" The quite one who laughed earlier spoke up
" I Want To Hold You Hand... the song, not me-" The one who ordered the drinks didn't finish before I tuned out. Time seemed to stop as I realized why they were so familiar. The man closest me was right they were the biggest band in the world and second by second I finally recognized them.

John Lennon

Paul McCartney

George Harrison

Ringo Starr

The no-named, Liverpool boys in suits were The Beatles.

My thoughts vanished as I was ripped back into reality by a deafening soud of breaking dishes and splashing liquid. Ringo, the man closest to the middle, jumped.

"Bloody hell..." he said

John, the man closest to me, sighed. I fallowed his gaze in-front of me were a mound of teacups, a waitress tray and tea lay, one cup was still spinning.

"I am so sorry," I said warily, dropping to the floor picking of the fallen dishes. One was broken but before I got to it Paul, the man who ordered, jumped down to pick up the pieces.
"Watch out," he said " 'might cut your finger."
"Umm, thank you," I replied as I snatched the pieces. I grazed his hand and he looked at me, though I didn't notice until I was at the garbage can.
" I'll get you some new tea, no worries," I smiled
" Thank you, " said George the man closest to the door said

As I started to to pour more, I heard the door chime and turned to see who was there. All I could see was Ralph's face as he darted toward me me. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

" You bisth," he slurred
"Ralph, go home your-"
"Shah 'hupp, lemmie finiss!"

He went on to just mumble gibberish about me wanting him for his money, which was half true. The other half was him denying everything I say when I started to talk about our relationship.

" Ralph, hon, you need to go home. I'll come and talk to you when-"
"I SAAD LEMMIE FINISSSS, BISTH!" Ralph yelled. All four Beatles jumped out of there chairs, like they knew that something was going to happen to me or Ralph. Then I notice Ralph was holding up his fist.
He turned to the four gents. "DONN' COME CLOZERR, I'LLL DO ITH!"
" Ralph Kaine," I said furiously "Don't you dare touch those men!"
As he moved to hit them, I grabbed his arm over the counter. All I felt was a hot, sharp, pinching pain in my right cheek. He hit me. Before I could react, I fell and felt the world go numb. As the scene around me faded, I all I could see was Paul and John rushing toward me.
" Ringo, get the first-aid kit!" screamed Paul
" 'Suze me sir, do you have-" Ringo rushed
" What's going on, what happened?!" that was Jerry.
" 999... 'ello, we got a girl..." George said before John started to ice my head.
Even though the ice was cold, I managed to black-out. I woke up several times during the way to the hospital but the only one I can remember is on the way there. Paul had his hands on his head.
"It's going to be fine Paul," Ringo said beside him in the truck, hand on his shoulder
John appeared beside me and sense I was some-what awake.
"Don't worry, love" John whispered " Your going to be fine, Paul too. Just rest for me."

August 2, 1963

I woke up not in the hospital but in a living room. When I opened my eyes I saw that it was 9:00 in the mourning, due to the wall clock. Wait,I don't have a wall clock. I turned and saw John in the door frame plucking his acoustic guitar.
"Good mourning, Beautiful," He said
I turn my head to find a head of straight, shaggy hair resting on the arm of the sofa I was on. I fallowed the head down to the floor to see a man in a suit, shed a jacket, with a ice-pack on his lap. Paul. He was sound asleep, even though he was propped up by a stiff couch.

I tried to get up but my head started to swim and I just fell down on the couch again. That made Paul wake up, John looked about ready to catch me.
" Careful, love," John said " You don't want to injure your-self, again,"
" Where am I?" I asked
" Casta-de-Beatles!" Ringo said popping out from his room. His hair was everywhere and he only had boxer-briefs on but I didn't really seem to notice.
" What?"
" Paul brought you home after the hospital wouldn't take you," John said
"Can you believe it?" Paul chimed in, "They just said 'well we can't keep her here, your at EMR' and we couldn't send you back to your 'boyfriend's' apartment..."
I can't believe they did that, they cared so much for me, a girl they didn't even know. But I didn't let that go to my head, all they did was take me in for a night.
" Thank you," I said " for taking me in for the night, but I better be going. Ralph needs to know I need to be on my own... without him"
"Wait, you're going back to his place?" Ringo questioned
"Well, I need to get my things and move out-"
"No way, what if he hurts you again, where would you go?" Paul interrupted
"Thanks for the concern but I don't think it's your choice. I'll just move back with my dad, it'll be fine-"
"What if you stay with us?" George emerged from his bedroom, everyone just stared at him.
"Are you serious?" John retorted "Brian will have a fit!"
"Not unless we hire her, have an idea, she could do odd jobs for the apartment-"
"That we, all of us, need to do on a regular basis anyway!" Paul joined in, " she could get groceries and stuff we can't go out side to do!"
"Well we could give it a shot, it might work," John replied
" Guys," Ringo said "Aren't you forgetting something?" He pointed to me with his eyes. Then I realized they wanted me to decide, to decide to stay with them or go with my dad. You'd think it was a easy decision, but it was pretty difficult. Either safety with my dad or four boys I haven't met before... and might do the same thing Ralph did.
But then I saw their eyes, they were so genuine. Unlike Ralph's, I could see the concern that they had for my well-being as appose to just wanting my sex-appeal. Ralph tricked me once and I didn't want to be tricked again, but I somehow knew I wouldn't.

"Yes," I simply replied

They didn't jump for joy, but I saw that they were happy that I would be staying with them. Paul and John shoulder-hugged me and Ringo and George gave me a high-five. After I called Ralph to say that I was moving out and was bringing the guys with me if he tried to pull the same stuff he did yesterday. Luckily, he was sober, so he said ok and he wouldn't be in the apartment when I was there. So, before I went I could sleep easy for the night... on the couch.

"Sorry," Paul said as him and I brought out sheets to the couch