charley 𝜗𝜚

okok so I’m obv biased to Paul and I’d love to write this for him but I haven’t fed the John fans in a minute so it’s John time 🫰

Summary- At a concert one late night in Hamburg a certain guitarist starts dedicating song to you!

Third person POV

The crowd was busting and the air grew thicker with every breath but you somehow found yourself right in front of the stage. The show was just about to begin and it was pure luck you got so close! Inside the dark venue it was getting more hot than a summers day but that didn’t matter to you. Soon the band came on stage, the uproar of fans screaming and claps were close behind their appearance.

One of the guitarists with auburn hair and was holding a black guitar looked down at you and winked! This was a new band to you called; “The Silver Beatles” so you had no idea who that was but man, he had charm! After they set up and tuned up they were set to start. The guy looked down again with a grin and began to announce before the song, “Eh! Everybody! This one here’s to a good-lookin’ bird in the front ere’!” His scouse accent coming through the microphone sent tingles down your spine. Then you realized he was talking about you! He was literally pointing down at you!

Blush quickly overcame your face and a wide smile replaced the surprised expression you once had.

After the show your voice was hoarse from screaming and your hands sore from clapping. Just as you were about to start to leave a hand touched your shoulder. Turning around only to see..the man! He had a flushed complexion and a wry smile. “Hello again, names John.” He held out his hand and at the touch it was a bit grisly and you felt the callouses from strumming his guitar. His charm didn’t stop at the stage. “What did you think of the show? Did you like the song I dedicated?” He said seeking praise.

“Why yes, it caught me off guard when you said that!” Laughing you said, still holding his hand. “Well I ment every single strum and note I played, love.” John had his other hand in his pocket and pulled out a note. “Take this, I can’t not give you my line! I can’t leave a beauty like you behind.” And with a peck on the cheek John placed the note with his number in your hand. Then he was called back by one of the bandmates. He gave you another wink and gestured a phone at you as he ran back.