Hahaa, oh man! 3 reviews in 20 minutes! That must be a record! Well, for me at least. :P

Anyway, awesome reviews guys! Keep 'em comin'! Here's the second part of the prologue, then the real story begins! :D

Disclaimer: Annabelle.

John woke the next morning and stretched, blinking his eyes. A blanket covered half his body and his shoes were gone. He felt a little confused when he looked around and found himself in the living room till the memories came flooding back to him. The last thing he could remember was Anna going to get a glass of water and him thinking he would steal her spot, then nothing. He chuckled to himself and sat up with another stretch. The clock read a quarter after eleven and he shook his head, trying to wake himself up. No studio today meant he could do whatever the hell he wanted to for once. The thought made him smile as he stood from the cushions and made his way to the bathroom. He stopped at Anna's room and peered in. She was sprawled out on her stomach, her clothes all twisted and her hair that he could see was a hot mess. She had one of the pillows on top of her head. He leaned on the doorframe and smiled at the Beatlette's sleeping form, his arms folded across the chest. He debated a bit on whether or not to wake her and decided it was best she at least wake up to eat a bit. She could take a nap on the couch later if she wanted. He walked over and sat on the edge of her bed.

"Annabelle, you need to wake up." He shook her gently and she stirred a bit, but she didn't make an attempt to get up.

"Annabelle, you need to eat something." John urged. Anna mumbled something, but he didn't hear it. He picked up the pillow, "What was that?"

"What time is it?" her face was still buried in the sheets.

"Its 11:30, love." He dropped the pillow back on her head and stood, heading for the bathroom again.

Anna suddenly sucked in a breath and sat up, "Is it really?"

John came out of the bathroom with his glasses, "It sure is."

She sighed and fell back down on the pillows, blowing a piece of her messy hair out of her face. John was right, she needed to get up and at least eat. She took another deep breath and she forced herself up and out of bed. Not bothering to make sure she looked halfway decent, she walked into the kitchen. The trip to Germany made them really close, in effect, Anna didn't give a rat's ass if any of the lads saw her lookin' a mess. John looked up from the stove when she walked in and stifled a laugh. Her clothes were all screwed, and her hair was everywhere to say the least. Dark circles were clearly visible under her eyes.

John chuckled, "You look like hell."

Anna smiled, walking to get a cup of tea, "You don't look so bad yourself, love." She kissed his cheek.

John smirked as she poured the hot tea into her cup and sat down at the table, putting her feet up on the chair next to her. The phone rang in the middle of John pouring his own tea.

"Will you watch the food, Annabelle?" he took his tea into the living room and Anna took a sip of hers before standing and leaning her hips on the edge of the counter, flipping the bacon every now and then and stirring the eggs till John returned.

"The lads'll be here soon." He took over breakfast.

"Is there something going on?" Anna sat back down at the small round table.

"No, they just want food."

"Oh, good. Then I can stay in my pajamas." She put her feet back up on the chair and took a sip of her tea. John smiled and finished the food, making a plate for himself and Anna and sitting down beside her. It didn't take long for Paul, George and Ringo to get there, especially since there was food involved.

"Good morning, good morning." Ringo announced their presence rather dully, eyeing the food on the stove.

"Help yourself." John waved his hand at the food, fully knowing there was no need for manners.

"Good morning, petal." Paul kissed the top of Anna's food and darted for the food.

"Morning." She mumbled behind her tea cup. About that time, Brian walked in and they all rolled their eyes.

"Good morning, lads!" he seemed to be in a rather chipper mood. But a 'good morning, Brian.' from Anna was all he got back. The boys were all tangled up in the food, so he just went on to say what he needed, "So, your next album-"

"Awe, Eppy," John whined, "you're already on about that?"

"Yeah," Paul sat next to Anna, "can't we get a bit of a break?"

"Yes, well, your album is not exactly why I'm here." Brian confessed.

"Then why'd you bring it up?" George raised his eye brows and took a swig from his tea cup.

"Because I was going to say that you'll be spending a lot of time on your next album up in London, no doubt." He paused and when nobody said anything he continued, "So, I've made it a point to buy you lot a flat there."

George spit out his tea.

"You what?" said John angrily.

"You heard me. I bought you all a flat. You can go see it today if you like."

The boys were silent a moment, unsure if they should be outraged or not, with the exception of John, who looked utterly pissed at the news.

"I don't know, lads." Anna finally spoke, "IT could be fun. And Bri's right. It would be easier to live closer to the studio."

"There you go! You should all listen to Belle more often. Always looking on the bright side." Brian stood, "Give me a ring if you decide you want to go see it. I'll be at my shop. See ya, fellas!"

They watched him leave and Anna looked around at the boys, unsure of how they were feeling at the moment. She seriously thought it sounded like a fab idea. They were pretty much inseparable already anyway, so it's not like it would've been much of a change.

"Well," Ringo stood, "Let's get this over with, shall we?"

Anna's face lit up, but John just looked outraged, "Do what? Are you daft?"

"Maybe. But it wouldn't hurt to have a look see."

"It might be fun, Johnny." Anna smiled, hanging on his arm.

"Ann's right, John." George put in, "And if you don't like it you can keep this place and move back whenever you like."

John looked at the crowd around him waiting on his answer and his eyes landed on Anna's vibrant green ones. She sat watching him patiently, biting her lip. He rolled his eyes away from her but he couldn't help but glance at her. He rubbed his face with his hand and sighed, "Oh, alright."

"Yay!" she squeaked and kissed his cheek, running to get changed. He followed after her.

"You know," George said to Paul and Ringo, "She's had more of an effect on us than anything else, ever."

"You got that right. She's quite the bird." Said Ringo. "Isn't that right, Paul?"

Paul chuckled, watching Anna run from her room to the bathroom and back, "Yeah. Quite the bird."