2 days later:

I was so hungry by now; I was nearly chewing off my own fingers. Past couple of days all I lived on were sandwiches, occasional pieces of fruit and water. I was hazily walking around the train station. My train was in 5 minutes.

It seemed like a lifetime, but boy I couldn't wait to get my own cabin with nobody bothering me-no constant fear of being found out.

I sat at the nearby bench waiting patiently. Well, okay, maybe not so patiently, when I heard it.

'Aaaaaah! Get them! They're over there! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!' it was coming from every direction I turned. That could only mean one thing: The Beatles.

I thought back to my weird encounter with the lead guitarist. Why? Why then? Why not in a better place? And why didn't I agree to go for tea!? Oh yeah right, too dangerous.

I sighed. Dammit!

My train arrived at last, and I gathered the small bag I had with belongings in it and climbed in. I blew my chance now. And I will never get to see him again! Well that sucks. I walked to my cabin and sat down. At least I can rest for another hour now.

But guess what no can do! The next thing I knew, a cranky looking old lady comes into my carriage. She gave me a look of pure disgust, set up half her bags beside me and took the bench across from me.

'Um, miss, could you maybe, put your bags above your seat?' I asked as politely as I could, although I already wanted to punch her.

'Sorry.' She snapped rudely, but did not lift a finger.

'Could you do it soon, they're kind of suffocating me. Please.' Not so politely anymore.

'Look kid, I aint taking any crap today. Don't like it? Leave.' She barked at me. I knew what I had to do. I stood up, taking my stuff and left the room, slamming the door.

Great, now I had no cabin. I wandered over to the café, sat at the table closest to the door and stared out the window. A waiter came a few seconds later asking if I wanted anything, but I just shrugged him off. I couldn't even afford breakfast.

'Well if it isn't the lovely lady who nearly kidnapped me!' and then I saw someone I didn't expect to see.

He came closer towards me, a lopsided grin on his face. I didn't know whether to be excited to meet one of the most popular musicians againor be scared about the fact that me being, well me, I will put him in danger. I was leaving town. Had no choice now that I've been found out.

Great, now I didn't know how to react, so I just sat there dumbfounded.

'Rosalie, nice to see you again!' I'm just surprised he remember, real name or not.

'Hello!' I finally choked down.

'Care for a drink love? Il pay.' He sat down across from me. I smiled back at him and refused. I would feel bad if I didn't. I've only met the guy twice for god's sake! But before it could go any further, my stomach growled so loudly that it could have scared the whole train! Great.

'Looks like you haven't eaten in a while.' He laughed. 'My band mates are coming down here in a sec for lunch, care to join us? You could tell me what happened with you that day.'

And once again as much as I would have loved to, I could not afford to risk it. Plus I didn't want him or his band mates seeing how poor I actually was, which would provoke him to pay for my lunch. That would just be embarrassing. I was about to refuse when the rest walked in, and once again, my jaw dropped.

I wasn't a huge fangirl, but I heard quite a few of their songs, and well, they were the most popular band right now!

'Hey Geo! Eppy is said he isn't joining us for lunch-' John started to talk, but then his eyes fell on me. 'Oh'. He mouthed to George.

The other 2 peeked from behind his back to see what the fuss was about. While this was happening I was blushing the darkest shade of red imaginable, not only that, but I was completely star struck.

'Everyone,' George stood up, 'this is Rosalie. Her and I, eh, ran into each other the other day and well she's here.'

The widest grins spread across each of their faces, especially Ringo.

John winked at me and in what I think was meant to be a seductive voice said 'John Lennon at your service,' then took my hand, but instead of shaking it kissed it. I was flattered but at the same time amazed at his forwardness.

Next was Ringo. He took my hand and squeezed it as he talked 'I'm Ringo!' he smiled warmly then brought my hand to his lips.

Last was Paul. He smiled flirtatiously and kissed my hand before speaking, then lifted his gaze 'Paul. Anytime.'

Well what was that supposed to mean?

He stared at me for a couple of seconds before dropping my hand and winking. I felt myself getting lost in his eyes. I stare at him for a little too long, because before I knew it John was already teasing me.

'Ooh look Paulie! You've got another one.'

I gave him a dirty look, before turning away pretending to be uninterested.

'Ouch' he added.

'Thank you, John!' George broke in giving me an apologetic look, which I returned with a shy smile.

'Sooo lunch?' asked Ringo.

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'So then I offer her my hand, and the next thing I know, I'm being pulled into a dark alley.' George laughed with his mates, while I sat there, a smug expression on my face. I couldn't refuse lunch now that the three of them were here, because then they wouldn't wander why. I just figured I would figure it out, but right now nothing was coming to my head.

'Really now?' Paul lifted an eyebrow at George then glanced my way. 'What was that about? Were you going to rape him or something?'

I snapped out of my thoughts. I only knew him for a couple of minutes, but he already seemed annoying. Gorgeous eyes, but annoying.

'Yes!- I.. I mean no!' I blushed. Paul and the others started to laugh. 'And what's it to you? Is that what you would have done?' I retaliated back, I know cheezy but I had to say something. Everyone just laughed more.

'Wow, love, he was only joking.' Said John, half way through laughter.

'Some jokes aren't funny.' I muttered. If only they knew the real reason. I was being chased. Chased because I've done something, I should have never attempted to do.

I sank in my seat. I must have looked like a complete idiot… Ringo put a hand on my shoulder, lifting my mood a bit. He patted me then dropped it.

'Look, I got to go! Thank you for the offer of lunch and everything, but I'm just not hungry I guess.' I gave George a nod and smiled. I picked up my bags.

'You don't look like you have a cabin…' said Ringo.

'Yeah, a mean lady kicked me out of mine.' I giggled.

'You can stay in ours, there's room for you.' George stood up attempting to follow me.

'Guys it's alright, but it was a pleasure to have just met you. I couldn't.' but I knew I really wanted to.

'George do the honours.' John joked.

George grabbed me by the arm and led the way down the corridor. 'It's just down here.'

We walked down the long carriage and stopped at the last room. 'Now that were alone, will you please tell me what went on that night?' he opened the door.

'Alright.' I decided I will. After all I will have to spend the next hour with this guy. But for his own safety, would not tell him the whole story. 'But you have to promise, not to tell anybody. ANYBODY.' I made sure I made myself clear. He nodded and said 'I swear.' Then smiled.

'It all started when,' I began.

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AN: something wasn't right about this. I don't know what. Please comment and tell me! pleeeeease!