The light from the window in Prudence's room hit her eyelids, waking her up. As she sat up her head throbbed and she let out a groan as she wandered downstairs in search of some painkillers in the same clothes she left the apartment in the night before.

"You look glorious this morning."

"Fuck off Tom."

Pru's head was throbbing enough she didn't need her sarcastic best friend Tom adding to her pain as she walked into the kitchen in the apartment they were staying in. "What's the time?"

"It's six, so that would give you a solid 11 hours sleep since you got home around 7 this morning. I'm guessing you'll still be joining us at the club tonight then?" Tom laughed as he passed her the painkillers and a glass of water.

"Fuck no," she growled, "I'm never drinking again."

5 hours later

Pru stood with her friends at the bar, downing another shot and thought to herself, why the fuck am I drinking again?

Prudence was anything but your normal generation Y young adult. She was not a fan of night clubs generally but she really hated the music most places played. If there was one thing Pru could wish for, it would be to go back in time, to something like the 70's or 80's, ideally, the 60's, so she could watch The Beatles live and live in a time where you had to actually be talented to be a musician and auto tuning was a thing of the future. If you knew Prudence, you know that she had a lot to say when it came to music, even more to say when it came to her favourite band (you guessed it), The Beatles.

Her parents loved the fab four as well; obviously naming their daughter after one of the bands well known songs, Prudence was basically doomed to fall in love with those cheeky lads from Liverpool from conception.

Although she made no great effort to impress anyone with her looks, she was undoubtedly attractive. She had waist-length, straight, brown hair, and green eyes. She had very pale skin, but was very skinny so she never felt the need to fake tan to alter her appearance. She didn't have large breasts or anything that made her obviously attractive to guys, but she never failed to get their attention. Because of her looks, she was often envied by girls, so she mostly surrounded herself with male friends (which for most of them she strictly kept in the 'friend zone'), Tom being her best friend since they met in high school.

Prudence lived in Australia, finishing school last year, and was currently enjoying a year off travelling with Tom, and had met up in Liverpool with his brother Mitch and Mitch's girlfriend Amy. She didn't really want to spend time with Mitch and his annoying girlfriend, but Tom insisted they meet up somewhere and the chosen destination had somehow become Liverpool, much to Pru's dismay.

She currently had no idea where they were, but Mitch and "Ames", as she insists everyone should call her, had been here for a few weeks and supposedly knew their way around Liverpool like they were locals and thought this club was 'the place to be' as "Ames" described it.

Tom yelled over the bar loud enough that he could be heard over the annoying trance music, "Another round of tequila thanks mate!" Pru gagged, "I seriously don't think I can stomach anymore alcohol, I've had enough tequila these past few weeks to fill a bathtub."

"Are you sick of alcohol already sweetheart?" squeaked the blonde haired and fake tanned bimbo otherwise known as Amy. Her shrill voice sent shivers down Pru's spine, and not the good kind of shivers.

She walked closer to Prudence and continued in a hushed tone, "I bought some pills from a girl in the bathroom," she raised her eyebrow as if challenging Pru, "If you're sick of alcohol, have one of these," she held her palm low near the bar so only her and Pru could see the pills in her hand before continuing with a smirk, "if you are game to have one sweetheart."

Prudence glanced down at the two small white pills Amy had in her palm. The sensible side of her was screaming questions; what kind of pills are these and are they dangerous, how many is too many, is Amy playing a trick on me?

The other side of Pru however was never one to back down from a challenge, and she was certainly not going to let Amy give her any attitude for chickening out.

"I'm game to have two," Prudence smirked as she grabbed the two pills and swallowed them dry, "sweetheart," she added sarcastically.

A worried look flitted across Tom's face, and the same look graced the features of Mitch and even Amy. "Those cost me a lot of money Prudence, and they girl said to take it easy. I don't know if two is a good idea sweetie," Amy said, surprisingly concerned as the bartender poured the group of Australian's more tequila.

"Fuck it! I'll be fine, I'm a strong girl," Pru exclaimed as she drank her shot, gave her friends a wink and headed to the dance floor.

As Pru danced she felt herself become more aware of the things around her, her sight seemed to improve, the music became clearer and her energy seemed to get higher by each passing second. In those few moments she could swear it was the best she had ever felt. Thank you Amy, she thought.

As the night rolled on she seemed to remember Tom saying he was leaving and would see her at home, and Amy and Mitch saying they would be outside if she needed to find them.

Suddenly she couldn't focus at all and everything started to go blurry. Maybe I shouldn't be thanking Amy too quickly. Her heart was beating so hard she felt her chest would explode and she couldn't breathe.

She had to get outside.

Pru pushed her way to the clubs side exit and nearly fell out the doors, desperate for fresh air. She hoped that being outside would make her feel better, but with each passing second she was feeling worse. The sweat was pouring down her face and her chest was tightening unbearably whilst her vision was slowly turning black.

She heard a yell, "Pru!" as she started to collapse and assumed it was Mitch and a screaming Amy as her head fell towards the pavement.

But the pain never came. She never hit the ground.

She felt like she was falling, and she would never stop.

Everything went black.

"Hey lads, there's a bird in the gutter over here!"

"Shit, she could have been here all night…"

"Is she alive?"

"Yeah I think so, must have had a big night the poor girl."

"What's she got on? Her clothes-"

"She's hardly wearing any clothes; give her your jacket Paulie."

Prudence couldn't move or open her eyes, but could hear some Liverpudlian boys' fussing over her and her cold body was suddenly covered by what she could only assume was a jacket.

What had happened? What time was it? Why was she in the gutter? Surely Mitch and Amy wouldn't have left her in the gutter? What the fuck were those pills Amy gave me?

"Love…a-are you alright? Can you hear us?"

She thought she vaguely recognised this guy's voice, but couldn't say or do anything other than make a small grunting sound to let him know she wasn't dead or dying.

"I think she's alright lads, I'm only around the corner, let's put her on the couch and let her rest. Maybe she just needs to sleep it off."

Suddenly she felt herself being lifted off the ground by a pair of warm arms.

Pru managed to open her eyes and found she was looking at the blurry image of a faintly recognisable man. As her vision cleared she found the man looking down on her with a somewhat amused expression on his face. As their eyes met, his expression turned more serious the longer she held his gaze. She felt sleep creeping back in slowly, but she wasn't exactly sure whether she was drifting off to sleep or dreaming already.

She could have sworn she was just looking into the face of…

Ouch. Fuck my fucking head fucking hurts.

Prudence opened her eyes and found herself looking at the ceiling. Where the fuck am I?She knew she was not at the apartment her and Tom were staying at in Liverpool, and she did not recognise this place at all.

She sat up and realised she was in a medium sized living room and was sleeping on this persons couch. Not the first time I've slept on a strangers couch, she thought with a laugh.

The thing that struck her as strange at first was the television in the room. It was tiny! And by the looks of it…old! The controls were on the television and there were antenna on the back. She couldn't see a remote anywhere either. Looking around the room again, she noticed the whole room had a vintage feel to it…very vintage.

Boy, is this house a blast from the past.

Suddenly, she jerked upright, remembering she hadn't spent the night here. Those guys found me this morning! I was in the fucking gutter all night! I am going to kick the shit out of Mitch and Amy for leaving me there! Tom must be worried…no wonder I am so fucking sore!"

She realised she needed to stop thinking so much and get back to the apartment before she could actually do anything about this current situation, like punch Mitch or strangle Amy.

She looked around for her bag and realised that she never grabbed it from the bag room before she ran outside and…passed out. Fuck! I'll go back and get it later I guess…

Well, if the person whose house this is was nice enough to carry her here she figured he'd be nice enough to lend her a phone.

She was hit by another memory of being carried here, opening her eyes and seeing that boy. That boy. The boy who carried her. He reminded me so much of…no, it couldn't be him! I must be really out of it if I thought that guy was J- Focus! You've got to get in contact with Tom and get out of here, she thought to herself.

Pru heard some quiet voices coming from a nearby room so she called out.

"Hello?"

The voices in the other room went silent before she heard thundering footsteps and suddenly four young men tumbled through the door and into the living room.

She blinked. Then she blinked again. Then she just stared like a crazy person.

"Hello love."

Prudence stared at the man who spoke. The man who looked exactly like John Lennon. So…I wasn't imagining this…John Lennon… he was carrying me before.

She looked at each of the boys. They shifted nervously under her gaze as she studied them individually Paul, George and Ringo. Yep all four of the fab four. Was she dreaming? She pinched her arm and nothing changed. She pinched it again. Hard. "Ouch," she mumbled.

"Love, are you alright?"

She suddenly was brought out of her thoughts by this John's voice. They were all looking at her wondering why she was causing herself harm by pinching herself.

So many scenarios went through Prudence's head but the most likely explanation seemed to be that these guys in front of her were impersonators. That's got to be it.

She spoke to them, thinking she had figured them out. "Wow. I've seen some impersonators before but you guys really look like them! Did you get plastic surgery?"

"Like who?" The Ringo said.

"Fucking One Direction who do you think?" she questioned jokingly.

They stared at her like she was the weirdest thing they had ever come across in their lives. Which in truth, she was.

"The fucking Beatles." She grumbled.

"So you've heard of us?" The George questioned excitedly.

"You are joking right?" She looked at them the way they looked at her 7 seconds earlier and added with a roll of her eyes, "Everyone in the world knows them."

"You mean us?" The Paul asked, confused.

Fuck sake.

Prudence fell into the couch with an exasperated sigh. She seriously could not be fucked dealing with these guys who would not break character. "You can give up the act guys," she mumbled into the pillow. John piped up, "We are The Beatles love."

She sat up again as the four boys sat on the coffee table across from her and she studied their faces. They looked so much like the boys she had grown up listening to.

"This has to be the weirdest bird I've ever met." The George said raising an eyebrow at Prudence.

She was confused to say the least. "So you guys are telling me you think you are the real Beatles?"

"What do you mean the real Beatles?"

"What other Beatles are there?"

"Are others copying us?"

"We are The Beatles!"

The boys all spoke at the same time and she was starting to become more and more convinced that these were the real Beatles. They are so cute. But they can't be them. Can they? I'm not dreaming, and if I was dead I shouldn't be able to feel pain…my head hurts so fucking much.

Before she knew what she was doing she reached out and touched the Paul impersonator. He froze as she touched his face, confused as to what this strange girl was doing to him. He feels so real. It doesn't seem like he's had any surgery to look like him. The Paul cleared his throat rousing her out of her thoughts again and she withdrew her hand quickly, contemplating what to do next.

Before she knew it she blurted out, "What year is it?"

The four boys in the room said in unison, "1962."

They didn't even smirk when they said it. They don't seem like they are lying, and everything in this room seems like it's from the 60's…but if this really is 1962…these four boys really are-

Prudence's world went black again.

HELLO!

I just wanted to tell you lovely readers and hopefully reviewers that this is my first fanfiction, so if you have any writing tips let me know!

I know that this is not historically accurate (obviously) and I will be changing a couple of things like the date of the conception of Julian, and John and Cynthia's marriage date and smaller things like dates of gigs and tours. This is just so my story works out the way I want it to!

Anyway, if there is anything else you would like to know or you have any constructive criticism for me; please leave a review!

Thank you so much for reading!

p.s There are probably a million problems with grammar in my story, so I apologise!

p.p.s The italics are when the character is thinking to themselves :)