Authors Note: Thanks so much for the reviews! They really give me an incentive to write, so keep em' coming! I have since realized that when I first started writing this story, I obviously didn't do my research; one of two things I'd like to address: First, I realize that the Beatles were on their world tour in June of 1964, and that Ringo was in the hospital; Second, I for some reason completely forgot that they filmed A Hard Days Night in London? So I'll have to fix that. As for the time mix-up, just pretend like June of 1964 is when they filmed the movie, and we'll all get along fine :)

Stepping out of the flat, they were all suddenly bombarded with the booming voice of Brian Epstein. He had only allowed them to come home for the weekend, and since London was three hours away by car, how were they going to get there fast, as it was already 10:30am? They'd been at the studio yesterday, just to wrap up the concert scene, and then they had been allowed to go home and rest.

"Boys! I really must insist that you don't spend all morning dilly-dallying about the place! We have a contract to keep remember?" Brian said annoyed, waving his arms around to emphasize his point. As if suddenly remembering that Ana was there too, he turned and looked at her, "And her? Is she the reason you boys are all so late this morning? I mean I do realize that I overslept myself, but she looks as if she's been all dolled up, a far cry from yesterday, if I do say so myself," he said, sniffing a bit disdainfully.

Seeing Ana freeze up a bit at Brian's comments, George stepped forward, "Aw hey Ep, go easy on the girl, she isn't the reason we're late. Maybe we needed a bit of a break since this weekend ye still made us film even though it is our rightful time off…" George said with a slight shrug, coming to rest his hand on Anas shoulder "and like ye said yourself, ye over slept too, so don't come down so hard on just poor Ana."

Ana looked up at George gratefully and whispered a quiet, "Thanks George." His only response was a quick smile in her direction and a soft squeeze on the shoulder.

"Hmpf, I guess you're right George." Brian said thoughtfully, and he turned towards Ana apologizing, "I do deeply apologize for my behavior as of late, it's been a bit stressful working with one of the biggest bands in England; especially these four," Brian said with a wink at Ana, as he walked towards the car waiting to pick them up, "Well we better get going then!" he shouted, as he climbed elegantly into the front seat.

The boys and Ana all looked at each other before climbing in after Brian, and sped off towards Twickenham Studios.

The ride had been an awkward one. Ana and the four boys had all been shoved into the backseat together once again; Ana had been sitting in between John and Ringo, and was basically on both their laps the whole way there.

Johns coldness towards her was almost palpable; but that hadn't stopped him from staring at her for long periods of time. Finally, she had had enough and snapped at him "What? Can I help you?" to which he only sneered and looked away for the duration of the drive.

Ringo had dozed off for most of the ride, and snored lightly, while George and Paul were chittering away together on the other side of Ringo. Occasionally one of the boys would light a cigarette and she would almost barf, but she kept her cool.

It had been a long ride to say the least.

John was shaking. He was aware of Ana's leg touching his in the car. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin. And the fact that Maureen had done her up like his favorite actress Brigitte Bardot was no help either. It was like she was a siren sent from the heavens to distract him. It wasn't fair. She didn't even like him anyways, she had been all over Ringo this morning. Pah, Ringo. I never thought him for a cheat.

John looked over at Ana; she sat straight up in her seat, studiously ignoring him, George, and Paul, who were sitting squished in on her right side. She stared straight ahead at the road ahead of them, her long, dark eyelashes, now made up with mascara, made her eyes seem larger and more innocent. Innocent, yeah right. Her once loose hair was now piled upon her head, with loose curls here and there, framing her face, some casting her face in shadow. With her hair pulled back she appeared younger and older all at once, a great paradox. Her cheekbones were much more prominent, and her cheeks appeared less rounded, but there was something baby-like about her face. John understood he was full on staring at Ana, but he couldn't help it.

His gaze traveled to her lips, taking in the subtle plumpness there, that had been enhanced with lip liner and lipstick. John didn't really know much about cosmetics, but he wanted that sweet cherry color all over him. Suddenly her tongue darted out to wet her lips as if she was nervous. Her hands began to twist on her lap. But John was still taken in by her lips. They looked so soft…

A clearing of a throat brought John out of his reverie. "Can I help you?" Ana said, turning to look him right in the eyes. He could see slight fear there, but for what he did not know. On the outside she just looked annoyed, her lips now turned down in a slight scowl. John couldn't bring himself to look into her eyes for more than a few seconds, they were an entrancing light brown, that when reflected in the morning sun, shone with gold and green flecks.

John just wanted to tell her what was going through his head, and he came very close. But then he remembered Ringo's hand caressing hers this morning, and her beaming white smile back at him; and then that shield that had been over his emotions these past couple of weeks came slamming back down.

"No, you cannot help me," John muttered and turned around looking out the window and studiously ignoring the four pairs of eyes now trained on him.

When they arrived at the studios, Brian ushered the boys and her into the studio quickly. They had gone in the back entrance, and taken an inconspicuous (and small) car as to not draw attention to themselves from the hundreds of girls that swarmed the studios front entrance.

They had arrived an hour ahead of schedule, for which Ana was extremely thankful for, she didn't think she could've lasted one more minute in that car, especially with John staring at her like that. She shook her head as they made their way to the stage, I won't think about this anymore than I must, she thought to herself, besides I need new clothes to change into anyways.

"You there! Girl! You're not supposed to be on the set!"

Ana looked towards the hostile voice, which came from a slight balding, severe looking man, who was walking towards her; his sweater seemed out of place in the hot studio, which brought beads of sweat onto his brows, which were set in a hard line, above his hawk-like blue eyes.

Jesus, this is Dick Lester, she thought to herself. Before she really had any time to react though, Paul came up behind her from nowhere, startling her.

"Ah she's alright Dick, she's a bird who's staying with us, I'm sure she won't get into any trouble," Paul said, turning to her, "will you?" he asked with a slight wink, before turning back to Dick, "I promise you Dick, she's a good girl."

Dick just looked at her for a few seconds, and nodded his head, before striding away and going over to direct the other boys.

Ana turned to Paul, "Hey thanks! I'd always heard that he was a hardass but I thought it was just something that Tumblr made up!"

"Uh, what's Tumblr? Is that some American magazine ye guys have?" Paul asked scratching his head. Ana blanched slightly and realized her mistake.

"Um…yeah! It's an American magazine that we have…it talks all about the up and coming pop culture phenomenon's, I guess…" Ana chuckled nervously, "it's kind of stupid really, don't worry about it."

"Well alright, you'll have to tell me all about American tabloids someday, I still don't know much about their culture, quite strange really…" Paul trailed off, "and maybe it'll help me get in with the ladies over there if I know what I'm talking about!"

"Yeah, sure I'll catch you up on all the American gossip someday," Ana said laughing.

Just then Dick called out for Paul to stop socializing with the studios "good girl," and get on the set.

Paul winked at Ana and went running over to the set, playfully slapping John on the back of the head as he ran by to his spot.

John laughed genuinely for the first time since she'd seen him, and stuck his tongue out at Paul, who just laughed in response.

A few days went by, and instead of carting back and forth to Liverpool every day, or staying in a hotel, Brian had called up George Martin and asked if knew a good place to shack up the boys for the time being. George had responded by finding a small apartment in Covent Garden, which was still a half hour from the studios, but it was the best he could do on such short notice.

They were all exhausted from the hard day's work, save Ana, who was just exhausted mentally and emotionally, just as she had been the whole time she had been here in 1964. She had managed to find several trunks full of clothes that the studio didn't want, and she took them home with her, trailing the trunk behind her, down the cobbled streets of Covent Gardens.

The apartment itself was on the top floor, and the elevator looked sketchy, so they all opted to take the stairs. Ana was huffing and puffing trying to carry the heavy trunk with her; George noticed, and offered to take if off her hands, if she would carry his small bag instead. She agreed, and George picked it up with relative ease. Her eyebrows shot up, George didn't look it on the outside, but he was a small powerhouse. She watched the lean muscles work through the thin fabric of his shirt as he hurriedly walked up the stairs ahead of her. Ugh, get a grip Ana!

By the time they reached their door, they were all huffing and puffing, and turning the key in the lock, they stepped inside to explore.

The apartment itself was small. It had two small bedrooms, a small dining room, and a small kitchen that overlooked the city. They all looked at each other worried. Two bedrooms? How was this going to work?

"Er…well, this is a predicament…" Paul said, scratching the back of his head.

"Fuck…guys ok, please just let me go find another place to stay, I've caused you enough trouble already," Ana said, biting her lip.

"Luv, you're not going anywhere, it's 10:30 at night, and London isn't exactly the safest place fer a pretty girl to wandering around…" George said blushing a little, "Besides! We're used to small quarters, right lads?"

The other three boys looked a little uncomfortable about the topic, and before Ana could stop herself, she blurted out, "Oh yeah like in Hamburg!"

There was a dead silence.

"How do ye know that Ana?" Paul asked a little suspiciously.

Ringo made eye contact with Ana quickly, "I'm pretty sure Ana heard it from someone on the set, right?" Ringo said still making eye contact with her.

"Uh, yeah that's right, I heard it from someone on the set today, that's probably where I heard that," Ana said super uncomfortable, and beginning to back towards the wall.

The other three boys, save Ringo, still looked a bit skeptical, but brushed it off relatively quickly.

"Alright, yeah, anyway, who's sleeping where?" Paul said.

"Me and Ringo can share a room," George said. Ringo looked worriedly at Ana but nodded his affirmation.

"Ok…so that means me, Paul, and Ana are sharing a room?" John sputtered, looking wildly at Ringo and George.

"Uh yeah that might not be such a good idea…" Ringo began to say, but Paul butted in and said, "Yeah it'll be loads of fun, right Ana?"

When no one said anything, Paul jumped up, grabbed his bag, and Anas trunk and yelled over his shoulder, "Then its settled! Night lads'!" Paul said heading for their designated room. Ana made eye contact with Ringo, and then with John, whose stare was cold and unfeeling.

"Yeah…loads of fun, "Ana whispered.