This one will be modern day.

John/George Imagine:

What was loneliness?

Well, it certainly wasn't like how it seemed in the movies. Being alone and feeling lonely were two different things, you came to learn.

You felt lonely when you were by yourself, sitting in the park on the bench. You felt it at school during class or in the cafeteria, eating your lunch. You even felt it when you were with someone or when you were in a room full of people.

Why?

Because nobody understood you.

To most, you were odd. Or, according to school bullies, "born in the wrong generation." Yes, perhaps that was true. You loved everything old school. That included old bands and solo artists, movies and shows. Your love for The Beatles in particular came across as strange to many. Constantly, people would ask you, "What's so special about your twentieth century crap?"

You didn't even know the answer to that. You just felt right whenever you surrounded yourself with everything you loved.

Was that so wrong?

Apparently, it was.

You sat alone in your bedroom in the dark and as always, you were the only one awake. You tried to read your book with your reading light, but your eyes were constantly blurred by your tears. You slammed your book shut and placed your head between your knees, shuddering through your tears.

"Here she is. But, John, she's crying."

"Well now, this won't do."

You sniffled and wiped your face on your sleeve, straining your ears at the new voices in your room. They sounded strangely familiar...

"Hey, love. That's enough crying now. You're alright."

"Yeah, why don't you give us a smile? Bet you'll look really pretty."

You snapped your head up and stared at the two men sitting before you on your bed, smiling brightly at you and waving to you in greeting. Your jaw dropped to the floor in shock as your mind tried to process it. No way... it couldn't be...

"You're... Y-you're..." you croaked.

"She speaks!" John Lennon exclaimed cheekily.

"Calm down, John, we don't want to scare her," George Harrison rolled his eyes.

How was this possible?

How were the two people you admired the most, who were supposed to be dead, sitting in your bedroom right now? And how did they appear so young, like they did during their rise to fame? Surely you were dreaming... This couldn't be real.

"How the hell..." you mumbled, rubbing your eyes as though trying to wake yourself up.

"I know what you're thinking," John grinned. "My hair's not cooperating with me today. It's alright, you can say it."

"I'm pretty sure she's wondering how we're here, you dafty," George chuckled. "I understand your confusion, love. In case you were wondering, though, we aren't alive."

"Then how...?" you whispered.

"Since we're being serious," John responded, his smile more gentle this time, "we're basically a little part of you."

"R-really?"

"Certainly," George said. "You've kept us in a special place in your heart, didn't you?"

"Y-yes... Of course I did. You mean... a lot to me," you said in a small voice, blushing slightly.

The two men chuckled warmly.

"So Y/N," John said, crossing his legs and getting comfortable on your bed. "Mind if I ask why you were crying? Pretty girls such as yourself shouldn't be so sad."

You flushed even more.

"It's nothing really," you muttered.

"Well, that can't be true," George frowned. "Nobody cries in their bedroom all alone for no reason."

You sighed. "It's silly, really..."

"Doubtful. You're a strong little bird. There's got to be a reason."

You flicked away a stray tear off your cheek and stared down at your lap, refusing to meet their gazes.

"I... I can't take this loneliness anymore," you whispered, your throat tightening with more tears. "Nobody gets me... People look at me like I'm from another planet. I mean, maybe I'm a little weird, but it's not like they really know me... I try to be with people, I really do, but... they just turn the other way. It's like... it's like I'm screaming and no one can hear me." You balled your hands up into fists as fresh tears leaked from your eyes. "I know... it's pathetic, isn't it? I'm just complaining right now."

"No," George spoke softly. "It's not pathetic at all."

"If anything, it makes you human," John added.

"But can I tell you something, Y/N?" George asked. You forced your head up and nodded. "You're not alone. You never will be."

"I-I won't?" you choked out.

"Of course not!" John cried. "You have us! We've always been with you."

"You have...?"

"Yes we have," George smiled. He lifted a hand up and pressed it against your chest, where your heart was beating in a fluttering fashion. "We're right here with you. Always have been and always will be."

"You don't have to feel so lonely anymore, Y/N," John said gently, scooting next to you and draping an arm over your trembling shoulders. "Those people don't matter. If they don't understand you, then to hell with them. We love you. Besides, if you ask me, normal people are quite boring. I like weird people. Don't you agree, Georgie?"

"Definitely," George chortled. "I remember Paul even once said that it's weird to not be weird." He placed a hand on your head and tousled your hair slightly. "Y'know, darling, no matter where you are or what you do in your life, we're always gonna be here for you to turn to. That's never gonna change."

"Maybe you won't see us like now," John continued. "But we'll still be here. What's important is that you keep moving forward. You've got a good, strong pair of legs. Use them."

You glanced between the two musicians, stunned. A small smile started to play at your lips. Your heart felt lighter, and you felt like you were floating.

"I was right!" John said cheerfully. "You do have a beautiful smile! You see that, Geo?"

"I do see!" George grinned. "You should keep smiling, love. It looks good on you."

"Wait," you said suddenly. "Are you... are you leaving now?"

"Leaving?" John repeated. "Y/N, we never left in the first place."

"We're always here, Y/N," George said softly. "Always."

You closed your eyes, savouring their touch, the sound of their angelic voices, this moment... You never realized that you had two very special people with you this whole time...

When you opened your eyes, they were gone.

But it was okay.

Because when you felt your heart swell with an unfamiliar feeling of happiness, you knew that they were in there, singing their beautiful tunes and helping you every step of the way.

Requested by @LuckyHolland1223!