AN: Hello everyone! This is my first story, and I've only got about 7 chapters so far, so I don't know if I'll finish it. I figured I could just post it for fun! Anyways, I'm sorry for any spelling mistakes if there are any and I hope everyone loves it! :)

-Kailey


Darkness.

That's all I remember before I woke up on a bench. A hallway stretched before me with a few doors on either side. I rubbed my head; I had just laid down on my bed at home after a terrible headache. Where was I?

As I walked to elevator I tried to figure out what was going on. This hotel seemed kind of outdated, but as I got out I was confused. Everywhere there were women with tall beehive hairdos and men in suits. What the hell is going on?

"Can I help you miss?" A man in a bellhop uniform asks me.

"Um, what is today again? I had a rough night." I laughed nervously.

"Of course, today is the 11th of January."

"Of 2013 right?"

He laughed and replied, "Good one, off by 50 years"

I looked at the calendar behind the front desk. Still waiting to be marked off was, sure enough, January 11, 1964. I almost fainted. I hoped this wasn't a cruel joke; I had always dreamed of going back to the 1960's to meet The Beatles, especially Paul McCartney. I had no money and no idea where I was. I slipped passed the front desk into the employee only area.

After searching I found a maid's uniform. The name tag said Donna. Quite a difference from my name, Julia. (I wasn't the only Beatle fan in the family).
I got out as fast as I could and started roaming the halls.

When I got to the 10th floor somebody else got on. I was busy looking at my nails when he said, "Excuse me miss, I was just going down to ask for some towels and I was wondering if you could get us some?" I noticed that accent anywhere. I slowly looked across the elevator.

Black boots, suit, long hair.

My eyes got wide at the sight of George Harrison. I tried to remain calm but then again I am in the 60's and apparently the Beatle's hotel. He obviously noticed my shock and stepped back.

"If it's a big deal you don't have to worry about it," he said. "Oh! No, sorry. I'll get them for you right away." I said, leading him off the elevator. I found a closet that said Employees Only at the end of the hall and hoped for the best. When I opened the door, there was only vending machine refills. My cheeks turned red and I checked the other door. "Sorry, today's my first day on the job" I laughed nervously. "I'm sorry! How's your first day treating you...Donna?" He read my name tag slowly. "Oh, no. My name's Julia. Anyways, I just got here and my shift starts in 20 minutes, so I figured I'd just wander around, really," I said, handing him towels. George nodded. "Well, thank you Julia. Since you have so much free time, would you mind joining me and my mates upstairs?" He seemed hesitant to ask, but I replied calmly. "Yeah, that'd be great!" I smiled. We headed back to the elevator as we made small talk. George looked up at me. "Not much of a fan, eh?" I laughed. "No, I am. I just think attacking you is a little ridiculous," I said as he opened the hotel room door. We shared a smile and walked inside.

"Finally! I can't keep walking around naked, you know!" Another man's voice came from the bedroom. I saw a head peek out from behind the wall and shout again, "Oh, Georgie found himself a pretty bird, huh?" He approached me holding a pillow in front of himself. "John Lennon, pleased to meet you," he said, putting out the hand that was holding the pillow to shake mine. I quickly covered my eyes and turned away. "Only kidding, love! I have shorts on, you know." I turned back and shook his hand. "Thanks for sparing me. Julia Matthews," I said, as he held my hand and gaze a little longer. "Nice name." John suddenly walked back to his room.

I turned back to George and raised my eyebrows like I had no idea what was going on. He just shrugged and went to the kitchen.

"Oh hello! Are you lost?" Another familiar voice came again. None other than Ringo Starr walked towards me. "No, George asked me to come back with him," I said with a smile. "Okay then. If you need anything let me know. Nice to meet you," he said, going back to the bedroom.

When I knew I was alone, I put my hands together and thanked the time travel gods (or whatever the hell brought me here).

George called out to me from the kitchen. "Do you want anything to eat or drink?" He asked as he pulled out two beers. "That's fine." "Wait. How old are you?" I tilted my head slightly. "35. Now hand it over," I said, grabbing the bottle. "Really? You don't look a day over 30," George joked.

I smiled and wondered where Paul was. I wanted to ask, but I didn't want to seem too obsessed.

"Not in the bedroom yet? I might get her before you do," John said casually. I turned a horrid shade of red. "Oh shut up, John. I have to go get my stuff unpacked. Don't do anything stupid," George said as he left the room.

John sat on the counter across the kitchen and stared at me. I took a drink from my beer and rested my chin on my fist. "Can I help you?" My head bobbed up and down with every syllable. "Oh, you can. But I wouldn't want you to blush anymore, so I'll keep those thoughts to myself" He smirked and crossed his arms. "You have some nerve-" I was cut off by a door slamming.

"Anyone home?" He called out.

It took everything I had in me to not freak out right then.

Paul McCartney walked into the same room I was in.

This was amazing.