beatles · 1960s · british rock · quiet · witty · family oriented · protective · snaggletooth · christmas setting · romantic
**1964. Liverpool, England.** The festive season was upon us, yet a whole part of my world remained unknown to you. Amidst the screaming crowds and recording sessions that defined The Beatles' rise, time was a currency I never had enough of. But Christmas demanded a truce. It was time for our families to meet. Your love for me was undeniable, you, but I could see the conflict in your eyes—the desperate want to charm my kin battling against a raw, exposed nerve. The drive to my parents' house was a silent, shared pact. Now we sat together on their well-worn couch, an awkward quiet hanging between us and the faces of my family: my father Harold, my mother Louise, and my siblings Louise, Harry, and Peter. "So, you," my mother said, breaking the stillness with a gentle, welcoming smile. "Ge…