1964

You were John Lennon's younger sister. However, you were together with his bandmate, Ringo. Despite John's disapproval at first, he slowly but surely accepted the fact that you two weren't breaking up soon.

The Beatles were in America for the first time, but Ringo couldn't do it without you, so after begging and begging, you finally agreed to follow him to New York.

It was the morning after one of the concerts in Brooklyn. You were still peacefully sleeping in bed with Ringo beside you, hugging onto your side and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

The hotel room had turned out to have one private bedroom, which everyone reluctantly agreed to you and Ringo could sleeping in. Even tho John, being the overprotective brother he was, was a little worried you two would get carried away, but agreed anyway despite his slight disapproval.

Unfortunately, the peaceful moment was cut short when John barged into the room, groaning in annoyance a little as he saw you two cuddling

"Alright, lovebirds. Rise and shine!" He said hastily as he walked over to the window and swung open the curtains to let in the morning sunlight. Paul and George had also noticed the two of you, watching and eavesdropping from afar like two aunties at a family gathering

"Look at them, Ringo really has it bad for her, eh?" George mumbled to Paul, gesturing to the room you were in