Brianna's Pov

I woke up with a sudden jolt. I wasn't having a nightmare. In fact I don't think I was dreaming at all… it's just like something suddenly happened. I didn't even sleep that long. Only 10 minutes or so passed.

I groaned then stretched.

No-one was in the cabin. I guessed the lads would still be having lunch. I took a moment to take all of this in. I was sharing a cabin with the Beatles. I chuckled. This is not what I should be thinking about right now! But I couldn't help but smile. The amount of girls who would want to be in my place right now!

I looked around the cabin. There weren't many bags. The biggest one looked like a guitar case. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I just couldn't help it.

I opened the case peering inside. I couldn't help but gasp. A Rickenbacker 360/12! I always wanted one of those. I strummed it not taking it out of the case. It must have been George's.

The 'fangirl' me took over. I was touching George Harrison's guitar! Never mind the fact that it's a one I dreamed of having! I heard they were super rare.

'Having fun there, love?' I suddenly jumped up 20 feet, away from the guitar. Paul McCartney was standing in front of me, amused expression on his face. 'It's 'okay.' He said. 'Not like were not used to birds checking out our stuff while we're not looking.' He added sarcastically.

'I'm not checking it out!'

'Oh yeah, then what are you doing?' he laughed. That's twice I looked like an idiot in front of him. In 20 minutes. Well shit.

'Okay, I was. It's just I really wanted one of those…' I pointed to the guitar, the case still opened, 'we never really had enough money.'

'You play?'

'Of course! I'm not that great though. I was always more of a singer.' I ran my fingers through the strings of the guitar. I couldn't help it.

Paul took the guitar out its case and handed it to me. 'C'mon then, let's hear ya!' I stared at him. Was he being serious? I took the guitar as carefully as I could.

'Are you sure George wouldn't mind?' I smiled. Paul nodded. Right of coarse he wouldn't care. If I broke this guitar, it wasn't his responsibility.

I strummed the A chord quietly. 'Any song requests?'

'Your call love.' He shrugged. I thought for a moment. I decided I would play one of my favourite songs by Elvis.

'Wise men say only fools rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay

Would it be a sin

If I can't help falling in love with you'

My voice shook a bit. I just hoped Paul didn't notice. Never the less, I continued.

'Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be

So take my hand, and take my whole life too

Cause I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows so surely to the sea

Oh my darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be

So won't you please take my hand, and take my whole life too

Cause I can't help falling in love, in love with you

Cause I can't help falling in love, falling in love,

I keep falling in love with you'

I finished with a D chord. The strings from the guitar hurt my fingers a bit. They were rougher than what I was used to on my simple cheap acoustic.

'Wow... you have a great voice!' Paul said. I made a straight face although I knew I was jumping with joy on the inside.

I then blushed and smiled. 'Thanks! Great to hear that from a musician.'

'Well, you might as well be one! Tell me, what do you work as?' way to spoil the moment.

I bit my lip at the question. As carefully as I could, I put the guitar back in its case and closed it. then I said the first thing that came to my head at that moment.

'I'm a police officer…' yeah right. Am a police officer, on the run from police. What's the difference?

Paul suddenly burst out laughing. I got quite annoyed. 'What's wrong with that?' I growled.

'Nothing! It's just, well you?' he laughed again, 'you don't look like one.'

I got offended now. Couldn't believe it. Paul McCartney, who was just being so nice, suddenly was making fun of me! 'What are they meant to look like!?'

'Just, well-'

'Forget it Paul!' I said, standing up and leaving the cabin. I was mad now. I didn't even know what made me so mad! What the hell did he mean by that? Was there something wrong with me?

I walked back down to the dining area. When I walked in, the other Beatles weren't there anymore. I was just about to sit down again when I noticed someone and he wasn't alone either. He was sitting on the opposite corner of the dining area. I started to freak out instantly. He lifted his head and locked eyes with me. I instantly looked down and headed out of the dining area. I could hear footsteps behind me. Then an angry voice yelled 'Hey, you! Stop!'

Except no way in hell was I going to stop. The footsteps got faster, and I started to run.

I ran past my cabin. My hunger was lost now. The only thought in my head now was 'I have to get off this train!'

I bumped into someone. Just my luck. Every time I'm running away, and guess who it was. This time I just yelled a sorry and ran by.

Then I came to a dead end, and before I could even turn around, I felt somebody grab my wrist. 'Got you!'

I struggled against the grasp, but he was too strong. 'Think you were so smart, telling the police you were innocent, then running away to London? Well guess what! You're not getting away this time.' He spat at me. he then dragged me past a couple passengers in their cabins, that didn't even notice us.

'What are you going to do with me? Killing me is not an option. That would look to suspicious to the police,' I managed to say. This was the thruth. If he killed me once we got to Liverpool, it would look very strange. A girl who supposedly stole a government file is found dead a couple of days later?

I think he was too stupid to understand that. 'Shut the fuck up! I saw you walking into the train station. I'm not alone and you know that.'

I mentally slapped myself right then.

'Hey you! What do you think you're doing?' a shiver ran down my spine. Luke, the man holding a tight grip on me froze.

He turned around still holding on to me. 'Who the fuck are you?' he hissed.

I smiled weakly at George, Ringo and John, shocked expressions on their faces. I then saw Paul who was the one who asked the question, standing at a dangerous distance from us, and I knew what I had to do, now that I had a chance.

AN:

HAPPY NEW YEAR! Hope you liked it ;-). Don't worry, I expect it to be confusing for now. You'll understand in the next couple of chapters! Hope you have a good 2013, till next time x