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George's POV

I focused intently on the tune I was trying to get out of my guitar. I slumped over my instrument and continued to pluck at the various strings as I looked for the unknown sound I was searching for. The feeling of excitement began to pulse through my fingers, and I knew I would find the mysterious tune shortly. Just as I moved my fingers up a fret on the guitar neck I was instantly pulled out of my bubble by something being gently thrown at me head.

I could hear John try to stifle his laugh from behind me as I looked down at the object. It was a small green tennis ball.

I picked up the ball and turned around with what felt like an annoyed expression. "Really?"

John tried smothering his grin but he failed enormously. "What?"

I pretended to turn back around to my guitar but at the last minute I pegged the small ball right at John. To my satisfaction, it hit him directly in the face.

"Laugh at that." I smirked with a chuckle.

John scrunched his nose for a second before sprinting up behind me. Before I knew it, John had my right arm pinned up against my back like a chicken wing.

"Say yer' sorry." I could hear the smile in his voice.

I scoffed, "In yer' bloody dreams."

John began to pin my arm up a bit rougher than before, and it came with more pain, but not enough to make me want to give up this easily.

"Say it." He taunted.

"I'm…" I trailed off with a chuckle. "Not sorry."

"Ringo," John called like a war commander. "Fellow Ringo, I need back up immediately!"

"Certainly Mr. Lennon." Ringo called back as he ran in front of me. "John I know how I can get him to give up."

"What's that?" John held my arm in place as he giggled.

"I can dance." Ringo nodded his head. "My dancing… he won't want to see anymore, I guarantee it."

"Alright lad, give it yer' best shot." John said.

Ringo gave me a cheeky smile before he began tapping his feet mindlessly against the wooden floors of the studio. He twisted and turned, while he did any 'dance' move imaginable. John even tried to hold his laughter in, but I couldn't.

"Alright alright," I chuckled. "Let me go."

John undid my arm and I stood up stretching it out before I turned back to him with a smirk. "I'm still not sorry."

Before John had the chance to come after me again, someone came busting in through the studio doors and I could feel all of our heads snap to see who it is.

It was Paul, and he looked a bit… I don't know, I couldn't tell.

"Uhh…" I trailed off in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Paul said back a bit angry as he sat down on a chair and picked up a guitar.

John, Ringo, and I all looked around at each other not knowing what do to. We knew it wasn't going that well between Emma and Paul, but we didn't know what do to about it.

"Come on you bloke', just tell us." John said.

Paul spun around on his chair with an annoyed expression, placed his guitar back on the stand, stood up, and began pacing. "Guess who's here? You'll never guess who it is, come on guess who's in Liverpool?"

"Elvis!" Ringo pointed his finger in the air.

"No," Paul scrunched his eyebrows together. "Mark! Bloody Mark!"

"What the fook' are ye' talking about?" John exhaled as he sat on a nearby chair and crossed his arms.

"Mark?" I asked in confusion. "Why does that name sound familiar?"

"Maybe cause' it's Emma's ex-fiancé that cheated on her!" Paul stopped pacing and stood in front of us.

I could feel all of our moods change drastically at the news, and I knew we weren't expecting Mark to be here. Anger started to build inside of me considering I had always thought of Emma as me sister.

"Mark?" John clarified before he scrambled off his seat and stood up with an angry expression. "I've been waitin' to get me hands on him."

I nodded my head firmly, "I'm with ye' on that one."

"Me too." Ringo added seriously.

"Well then what the hell are we waitin' for?" John asked turning to Ringo and I. "Let's go kick his arse'."

We all hurried towards the door before John asked turning around to Paul, "Ye' coming?"

I could tell Paul wanted to but he eventually sighed, "I can't."

"Why not?" John asked roughly. "Don't you wanna' beat the guy who hurt Emma?"

"Believe me I do," Paul said sharply. "But earlier today Emma came over and I completely lost it, well faked it, but I hurt her real bad. I can't just show up, she'll hate me forever."

"What's the difference, she already hates you." John added sarcastically. "So, ye' comin' or not?"

"I wish I could." Paul rubbed his eyes.

"Suit yer' self." John shrugged as he turned around and opened the door.

Before we were almost out Ringo whispered, "I'm going to stay with Paul, he needs a friend."

"Sweet baby Jesus, you all are turning into a bunch of women." John rolled his eyes and I laughed on the inside.

"Yeh' Yeh'." Ringo said in annoyance as he began making his way towards Paul.

"Yer' still a man, are ye' Harrison?" John raised his eyebrow with a smirk.

"100 percent." I nodded.

"Ye' ready to kick some American arse?" John said in amusement.

I nodded my head with a grin, "Ready as I'll ever be."

Just as we were about to be out the door Paul called us back. "Wait," John and I came back in and huffed, we wanted to go after Mark already! "Don't try and start a fight."

"What do ye' mean, of course we're going to try and start one." John said back in a child like manner.

"No, ye' can't." Paul said back shaking his head.

"They probably won't win anyways." Ringo added bluntly. He was sitting at his drums as Paul sat in a brown chair in front of him.

I was jokingly serious. "Poor Ringo, can't you see I'm a ninja?"

"I'm a better ninja." Ringo pointed at me with his drum sticks.

"No but he's probably right," Paul nodded towards Ringo. "You probably won't win."

"Why have you suddenly lost faith in us?" John motioned between him and I.

"Well," Paul trailed off with a small smile. "I heard he's a really good fighter."

"Yeh' well I'm a better one." John said proudly. "You've all seen me fight, and you all know I can take any bugger that comes after me. It's a proven fact."

"Okay George," Paul turned towards me. "When John is pinned up against the ground, yer' going to have help him. Ye' know that right?"

I laughed aloud and John turned around angrily and headed towards the door, "George come on."

I laughed one more time as I went forward to Paul with a grin, "Thanks for the advice."

"Anytime." Paul laughed weakly before he turned serious as he looked up at me. "But seriously be careful and if ye' do manage to actually engage in the fight, throw some punches for me."

I chuckled in disbelief.

"Better go." I said quickly walking to the door before I called back still walking with a smile. "I'll try not to get me arse' kicked."

"That's me boy," Ringo shouted.


Once we got our disguises on we headed for the phone booth to call Tara, because she knew where Emma and Mark were. We did get a couple of weird stares but we knew why. John was wearing a brown long coat that almost went to his ankles as a grey beard hung on his face and a tan hat lay on his head to finish the look. On the other hand I was wearing a long black beard and a checkered poncho.

We both walked into the phone booth and realized we both couldn't fit in it at the same time.

"I'll wait out here." I informed John who proceeded to walk inside.

I leaned casually against the side of the booth as John began to call Tara. I stared down the few people that passed by and tried freaking them out- and it worked.

I honestly couldn't believe Mark was here… what the hell is that bloody wanker doing here? And why was Emma with him?

I looked to my right and had to do a double take since I was unsure. To me it looked like Emma, and she was sitting with a man I didn't recognize but I knew it was Mark. I squinted my eyes and realized it was them. My heart sped up as I swiftly turned around and began pounding on the glass window of the phone booth.

"John!" I yelled and pounded. "John!"

He yanked the phone away from his ear and screeched, "What?"

"She's right there!" I talked clear as I pointed towards Emma and Mark sitting at the black outside tables.

"What?" John yelled not understanding me.

"They're right there! Look!" I continued pointing towards them.

When John got what I was talking about, he hung the phone up quickly and came out of the booth. As he adjusted his coat and walked past me he said, "Good work Harrison"

We began making our way towards the tables and soon enough we were right in front of a surprised looking Emma, and I think Mark.


Emma's POV

I continued to babble on with Mark before two very odd looking men walked straight up to our table. I stared at them and realized I knew them! It was John and George, I could tell immediately.

"Excuse me, can we help you?" Mark called nicely to John and George.

"Oh yes mister," John propped his elbows on the table as George shuffled to the other side. "Do you know where Emma Parker is?"

"She's right there." Mark pointed at me in confusion.

My stomach began to feeling tingly with nervousness. I was sort of embarrassed that George and John know about Mark, but I was much madder that they came!

"We must've not recognized you love." George also bent over and propped his elbows on the table with a small grin.

"I almost didn't recognize you both too, John and George." I said in annoyance as I stared in between both of them.

John glared at me before turning to Mark, "So laddie! What happens to be yer' name?"

"Mark." He nodded firmly with confusion before looking at me quickly.

"Oh Mark? The same Mark who was a dick towards Emma?" John dropped the accent he was faking and turned on his serious side.

Mark asked firmly, "Who are you?"

In one swift action, John ripped off his fake beard and took his hat off. He threw both on the ground and I could tell Mark wasn't expecting that.

"John Lennon?" He practically laughed and then pointed towards George, "George Harrison?"

George gave him a sarcastic wave and I couldn't help but giggle.

Mark stood up and smirked, "Well I'm not afraid of some rock stars."

"Ye' should be." John nodded towards him. "Considering I know I can beat yer' arse."

I watched in complete horror because I knew when John wanted a fight, and I knew he wanted one now.

"Oh really?" Mark scoffed. "You're just a couple of musicians so cut the shit and run back to your little recording studio."

I was getting kind of mad at the way Mark was talking to John. He was totally misjudging them as just these 'musicians', and he didn't know them at all. Plus, I felt like they were all brothers to me so I hated people just being mean to them.

"It doesn't need to go any farther than this." I stood up cautiously and stood next to John. George came around towards me as I tugged on John's arm gently and whispered, "John come on. You don't have to do this."

I definitely didn't want a fight to break out, because I knew someone was bound to get hurt.

"Don't have to do this?" John questioned me. "Emma this bloke is a piece of shit, and he treated ye' like one!"

"Hey that was a long time ago." Mark pointed at John in the face and I knew that would set him off.

"Get yer' filthy hand away from me face." John pushed Mark's hands meanly.

"Don't touch me." Mark pushed John by the chest.

John huffed in a puff of air before throwing a left hook at Mark. I instantly moved out of the way as Mark recovered quickly and soon enough, they were knocking into tables and chairs and punching each other every which way. Mark was mainly dominant over John, and I think John was surprised by it too. I looked frightfully towards George who in that same instant went forward and pulled Mark off of John as he was in the middle of another punch. When George got him off of John, Mark fiercely elbowed George in the face and that was the instant I had had enough.

"Mark stop!" I screeched. "Stop! Get off of him!"

I tried pulling Mark off but he was too into the fight to stop. John had bloody on many areas of his face, and I would absolutely hate to see any more.

I decided to just go for it and give my loudest yell, "Stop!"

That got everybody's attention- including Mark's. He swiftly jumped off of John and came forward towards me with sorrow.

"Emma I'm so sorry." Mark held his hands out in sorrow. "You know my temper…"

"Just go." I choked out sternly. "Now."

"Emma…" He pleaded with a long face.

"You've caused enough trouble." I whispered. "Just go, and don't come back."

I meant every word I said. Mark comes back and then gets into a fight with two of my closest friends! I have way too many problems in my life and this isn't going to be another one. I'm ending everything with him before it turns into something bigger.

Mark paused for a moment before talking quietly, "I really am sorry."

"And I forgive you," I assured. "But you need to go."

"I understand" He nodded his head.

I walked forward and pushed roughly past Mark as I went quickly towards John.

"John?" I asked out of breath as I kneeled down to him as he lay on the floor. "Are you okay?"

Blood was dripping out of John's nose as numerous scratches marked his whole face.

He grumbled, "Never better."

"Come on," I said gently. "Let's go now."

After I helped John stand up I went to George who was already walking towards me. A few drops of blood came out of his nose.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly towards him.

Suddenly a grin was plastered on his face. "It didn't even hurt, and I think the blood makes me look cool."

I laughed aloud as I brought him over to where John stood. I wrapped each of my arms around John and George's waist as I said quietly, "I'm really sorry you guys."

They both shrugged their shoulders with amusement before John tiptoed towards Mark who was facing the other direction. Once he was behind him, John tapped on his shoulders and threw a punch as Mark turned around. I could tell Mark didn't take that blow well as he held his hand his head in pure confusion. My mouth dropped in shock as John ran back over and laughed, "Now we can go."

As we continued to walk down the sidewalk John asked confusingly, "How does he know all those moves?"

"He's a martial arts instructor." I laughed towards him.


I stared at the grey ground as John, George, and I walked down a quiet alley way. The side brick walls were an old rusty red color and the ground was concrete. John swiftly kicked an empty metal can as he said casually, "Paul knows about Mark."

My head turned to George then John, "What do you mean?"

"He knows that Mark came here and you two talked." John added as he continued to kick the pebbles on the ground.

"How?" I whispered.

John looked up at me, "Tara told him."

I let a small breath and looked at the ground. I couldn't even bear the thought of Paul knowing about Tara, it was humiliating and saddening. All I wanted was Paul but I didn't want to hurt Ethan. But, I knew I was hurting Paul in the past and he finally gave up. I'm not mad at him though, I can finally stop putting us both through so much torture. While I thought, I began to realize how far I had let this gone.

"It'll be okay Em." George wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "I know it will."

"No they won't." I held my tears in as I laid my head on his shoulder. "They never are."

After a few minutes of silence I decided to be alone. I turned towards George and John as I lied, "I'm going to go home. If I'm seen with you guys, it'll create this huge thing and I don't really need that at the moment."

"We can walk ye' to yer' house." George added kindly.

I smiled weakly towards him, "No it's okay, thank you though. Thank you both."

"For what?" John laughed.

"Thank you for standing up for me." I whispered as I looked between them. "Through this… mess… I've felt so alone and when Mark asked me to forgive him for cheating on me I just did. I did… because it felt like at least one thing would be okay, and for you guys to come and stand up for me… it really meant a lot."

George smiled widely as he pulled me into his arms and said gently, "Don't worry, we'll always be here for ye'."

I pulled back and smiled in response and then waved towards John, "Bye."

He gave me a small unreadable smile before I turned my back and began walking the other direction.

Without my knowing, tears began to stream down my face and I tried wiping them away but they kept coming. Just as I reached the end of the long alley way I heard John from behind me.

"Emma." John called. I made sure to erase the trace of tears before I turned around in confusion. He had his hands dug into his pockets as he walked up slowly with a still face.

I asked back quietly, "Yeah?"

"I'm really sorry for ye'." John said gently as he stood in front of me. "I know I'm not always the nicest person… but I just want ye' to know that I do care. I know I was the root of this mess a while back, and I feel like absolute shit."

"No," I shook my head. "John it's not your fault, if anything it's my fault."

"Emma don't lie." He said gently back and then paused for a moment.

"But it's no-"

"Just listen to me for a second, okay?" I nodded as he stared into my eyes. "I know I'm a dick ninety nine percent of the time, but I need you to know that I'm here for you and I love ye' like a sister. Whatever you need, whatever time, whatever place… Just give me a call and I'll be there. I caused one of my two closest friends to basically be enemies, and I hate myself for that… I just need ye' to know."

I think this was the most I have ever been surprised with John. He surprised me a lot of times, but this was definitely the biggest one of them all. John rarely showed anybody this side of him, and I was one of those lucky few who had gotten to experience it. I always knew John felt somewhat responsible for all of this, but I never knew he felt like I this.

My eyes welled up as I choked out the only word I could manage, "Thank you."

John smiled sympathetically before pulling me into a tight embrace. Once we pulled back he tapped my nose gently before turning back the other way, and walked towards George who stood at the end of the alley.

I quickly made my way home and wished with all my heart that I could be in Paul's arms.


Sorry if it was a boring chapter, I'm just trying to take my story to different places but it's getting there… hopefully.

Obviously I explored a bit more of how John cares for Emma and how he just wants everything to be alright(: I loved writing that(: I also hoped you guys like the beginning with the boys :D

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