1957 𝜗𝜚 Liverpool, England

You weren’t really the type to go out to clubs or go out drinking, especially on a school night. But after some constant pleading and pestering from your closest friend, you caved..

You had your head resting in your hand while you sat at a table, shooting daggers at your friend, who was making out with some random guy in the corner of the club..

You rolled your eyes, crossing your legs over each other under the table as you sipped on your drink.

A man, vaguely familiar to you, approached the table with four younger men behind him and a guitar in his hand.

You finally recognised his cocky smirk as the same one of the boy who sat beside you in lettering class.. It was John Lennon..

With the stories you had heard about him, as well as the loud personality you had seen for yourself, you were initially intimidated when he approached you..

” Hey, doll.. You got a spare comb for me?” He smirked, leaning his hand on the table next to you.