(Astrid is 22, Stuart is 20, John is 20, Pete is 19, Paul is 18, George is 17, and you are {choose age})

1960

What a night..

You woke up with a massive hangover, and opened your eyes to see John's face right in front of you. He was asleep and snoring so loudly that you were surprised you didn't wake up from it earlier. You rubbed your eyes and sat up, looking around, half-asleep on the uncomfortable bed. You didn't recognize the room.. at all. Then you looked down, and saw Astrid and Stu sleeping together on top of a bunch of blankets and pillows, Paul beside them and Pete in the corner of the room, asleep too. And when you felt a knee against your legs, you turned around to see George, cuddling up to you like some little kid.

Whose place was this? It wouldn't be surprising if it was a stranger's; you and the others would often hang around random people's houses because.. well.. you didn't have anywhere else.

You slapped John's face lightly, wanting him to wake up. Meanwhile, George mumbled something from behind you.

"Fuck off.." John grumbled in his sleep, but reluctantly groaned and rubbed his eyes, shifting a little.

"Johnny." You whispered, running a hand through his brown hair. He was so handsome. Even if he was all sweaty and dirty from last night.

John opened his eyes, squinting as he looked at you. He loved when you touched him - in anyway. Whether that was running a hand through his hair or giving him a handjob. He loved you. "What is it?" He mumbled gruffly, shifting so that he was holding you now. He didn't even realise where he was at that moment. Or that George was literally right behind you, cuddling with you like a puppy.