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[honeysuckleharrison]

Run For Your Life Part XIII

pairing- George Harrison x Reader

warnings- angst

year- 1964

Summary- You're falling hard for George.  There's just a few problems. John Lennon is your protective older brother, and their band, The Beatles are leaving for their first tour in America.  

Word count- 900

Disclaimer/ AN-  So hi, this is the first fic I've published.  This is FICTION. So the timeline may not match up with reality.  For example, Julians not in it. So ignore that, and just enjoy the story for what it's worth.  Anyways, I'm so excited to release my first fic. If you guys have any questions, or comments or anything, please comment or ask me. Sorry for the infrequent updates, there's still so much more to come!

George turned to Paul.  His face somehow looked more scared.  If John found out he'd be dead. Paul just kept his head straight, his face full of guilt.  Knowing George's secret was another thing Paul had to feel bad about. 

       "Oh my god," George groaned, "did you tell anyone else while you were at it?" 

       "Calm down," Ringo spoke, "'m sorry." 

       "Damn right you are." George said, placing his head in his hand.  Paul still looked guilty as ever. The events of last night started hitting him.  

       "I'm so sorry," Ringo repeated.  George was too frustrated to speak.  He didn't want to snap at Ringo, he had only made a mistake.  A potentially life threatening mistake. Paul and John were extremely close, and George couldn't Paul not to tell. Paul still wore the same look.  His lips were in a pout and his puppy dog eyes made him appear sad.  

       "I really am" Ringo said.

       George huffed and kept his head down.  It was silent for a moment. Paul's eyes searched George and Ringo to see what would happen next, if anything.  George looked up at Ringo apologetically. Maybe telling Paul didn't mean John would find out.  

       "I told John."  Ringo finally admitted.  The color drained from George's face.  He shot up and stared into Ringo's eyes with anger.  His mouth hung open shock. This was it.  

        "YOU WHAT?" George yelled, "Do you have any idea what John will-"

       "It's ok." Paul interjected, "I spiked his drink last night, he won't remember anything."  Immediately after admitting it, Paul put his face in his hands. He felt so bad.  

       George's body became less tense, but his face remained shocked.  

       "It's true," Ringo added with his head down, "He came in my room cause Cynth kicked 'im out. He was out of it." 

         George let out a sigh and placed his fingers on his temples.

         In the Bathroom, John stood putting his weight on the sink.  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Guilt ran through him as he thought about what happened.  Something had happened last night that made John mad, he knew that much. But he had no idea what could possibly make him that pissed at George and Paul.  He stood up straight, took another deep breath, and went back to the table.  

        Walking back to the table, John saw Paul with a strange expression on his face.  He looked guilty. It looked familiar though. John started to remember how Paul made that same face last night.  He remembered that he was on the floor, and Paul ran out of his room with that same expression. He searched his mind for any more information.  John thought of you, and a phone. Was paul on the phone? Was Paul on the phone with you?

       John scoffed with disgust at Paul as the memory hit him.  Paul lifted his chin from his hands and looked at John confused.  "Where did that come from?" Paul asked 

       "Please, you know what you did Macca."  Paul put his face in his hands in embarrassment. 

      "Listen, I'm so sorry about the drink, I didn't know about Cynthia and I-" His explanation was cut short by John. 

     "What? The drink?" John said confused.   Paul's eyes lit up in surprise and he looked at John.  If Paul hadn't said anything John wouldn't have remembered.  John searched his eyes for some clue as to what he meant by "the drink".  Maybe it had something to do with why he was on the floor of the hotel. And what did it have to do with Cynthia?  John remembered promising her to stay sober but that was about it.  

       "Oh my god." John said as he remembered the incident.  He didn't even say what happened. Ringo and George didn't say anything.  They minded their own business and let John and Paul fight, as they often did.

       "And where were you two while Paul here was ruining my marriage, hm?" John asked, calling Paul out.  Ringo and George continued to stay silent, they knew not to got involved. "Rings, you were too busy mopin' about in the corner, weren't ya?" 

      "Hey, John I took care of ye last night after Cynth kicked ye out, don't put this on me." Ringo explained.  He was not letting anyone push him around right now. The angry energy that filled the group was rubbing off on him too.  

       John scoffed, he wanted to argue that but he couldn't.  

     "And George, you were off with some bird like ya always are." 

      "C'mon John yer always doin' the same, difference is you've got a wife, watch it." George snapped.

       "Ah, but who's ta say you don't got a bird back 'ome you've just cheated on.  The guilty always speak up don't they?" John said not realizing he just spoke the truth.  Just then he remembered laying in the bed beside Ringo. What did with staying in Ringo's room have to do with George and the current conversation?

      "Back of Lennon, I'm not Paul.  I take 'em one at a time." George assured him.

      "Hey mate, don't go bringin' me into your mess."  Paul said, suddenly entering the conversation. George and Paul continued to bicker, whispering certain words and phrases so John didn't hear.  John wasn't paying attention anyway. He had zoned out while trying to connect the dots last night. He was mad at Paul, but he remembered why. So that was one mystery resolved.  But John was still being bitter towards George for an unknown reason. When he started fighting with George, the memory of Ringo came back. Suddenly he saw it happen all over again in his mind.  

      John saw Ringo turn to him and say it.  He said something George would never let John know.  But now John knew. But he was unsure if he knew for sure.  John couldn't be certain if his memory served him right. He'd just have to wait and find out for sure.  

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[honeysuckleharrison]

I Tried to draw it

[honeysuckleharrison]

Run For Your Life Part XII

pairing- George Harrison x Reader

warnings- ANGST

year- 1964

Summary- You're falling hard for George.  There's just a few problems. John Lennon is your protective older brother, and their band, The Beatles are leaving for their first tour in America.  

Word count- 400+

Disclaimer/ AN-  SORRY FOR THE WAIT. So hi, this is the first fic I've published.  This is FICTION. So the timeline may not match up with reality.  For example, Julians not in it. So ignore that, and just enjoy the story for what it's worth.  Anyways, I'm so excited to release my first fic. If you guys have any questions, or comments or anything, please comment or as, don't be afraid to talk to me. Sorry this ones a little short I'll have more up soon

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"Brian wants us at the venue at 4." Paul spoke in between bites.  

         The boys were enjoying a late breakfast before their show. 

      "We should make it, its only 2." John pointed out.  The boys stayed silent as they ate, but as they started to finish, the conversation started again.  

         " I've written a song, I'm quite proud of it." George said, placing his notepad on the table, looking down.  John picked it up and read a few lines. His lips curled down, and he threw it back in Georges direction.  

       "I don't know George, I'm just not feeling it." John admitted.  

       "Well let me take a look." Paul said reaching for the notepad.  He picked it up and started analyzing the lyrics. He looked like he was deep in thought as his eyes scanned over the page.  

       "It's quite good, John" He said looking up from the lyrics, "What's wrong with it?" 

        "Well for starters he used the wrong 'you're'." He said, sitting back and folding his arms, "And who are you to speak Macca, I have to rewrite all your songs for you." 

       "Wha what. No you don't John," he corrects him before turning to George.  "The songs good, do you have a melody George?" Paul asked. Before George could speak, John cut in. 

        "Really? You're just gonna ask him? No, no, I don't want that song under my name."  His band mates looked at him confused.  

       "Well I don't see anything wrong with it John. It's catchy, it'll work." Paul said.

        "No. It's not. I don't like it."

       "John, what is up with you?" Paul wondered.

        "Nothing, I just don't like the song." 

         "Did something happen?" Paul asked

          "I don't know, did something happen? I can't seem to remember anything from last night, can you, Paul?" John snapped.  Paul didn't speak. He sat there baffled at John's sudden rage.

       After a moment of silence, John realized what he had done. 

        "I gotta go." John said standing up.  He threw the napkin from his lap onto the table in frustration.  He walked off towards the bathroom signs at the back of the establishment.  He knew he was mad, but he didn't know why. What had happened last night? 

          As soon as John was out of sight George shot a sharp look at Ringo.  George's face was full of concern.

        "Did he find out?" he mouthed, making sure Paul didn't hear.  

       "There's no point in whisperin." Ringo spoke out loud, "I told Paul last night."

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[honeysuckleharrison]

Run For Your Life Part XI

pairing- George Harrison x Reader

warnings- Angst, drugs, cursing, and more angst

year- 1964

Summary- You're falling hard for George.  There's just a few problems. John Lennon is your protective older brother, and their band, The Beatles are leaving for their first tour in America.  

Word count- 1.1k

Disclaimer/ AN-  So hi, this is the first fic I've published.  This is FICTION. So the timeline may not match up with reality.  For example, Julians not in it. So ignore that, and just enjoy the story for what it's worth.  Anyways, I'm so excited to release my first fic. If you guys have any questions, or comments or anything, please comment don't be afraid to talk to me.  I hate this chapter but enjoy.

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Part XI

Paul had never admitted it before, ever, but he was in love with y/n.  Being that she was John's sister, he would never tell. And not to mention she always had a thing for George.  But Paul had taken something particularly strong tonight. So he already forgot that Ringo told him that George and y/n we're dating, and he felt ready to admit his love.  

     Did he just? John thought is he really calling?  There's No way.  John knew there was no way paul was calling his little sister drunkenly at 2am, so he stayed outside the door to listen, just to make sure.  

       "Yeah, y/n this is Paul, I know John would be mad but wanna see each other when i get back?" 

       He is really trying to get in my little sisters pants right now, Is he serious? John thought.  John reached for the handle, but right before he opened the door, Paul spoke again. 

       "What do you mean you don't like me like that? I saw the way you looked at me in the studio, all blushing and giggling." 

       So I wasn't imagining that, John thought.  She was being flirty in the studio.  John had noticed, but he didn't think much of it.  But who was she being flirty with? Who does she like. it's not Paul, he just got rejected, and Ringo's pretty serious with Maureen, and George just left with a girl.  John was confused at this point.  His thoughts started becoming more irregular.  John started feeling a little dizzy and closed his eyes to think.  Wait a second. So Ringo's in a serious relationship.  The dizziness got worse.  Paul got rejected, So.  Shit, did i take something.  He wondered, trying to find a reason for his dizziness, and increasing head pain. No, I promised Cynth I wouldn't. I didn't take anything.  He opened his eyes.  Things were blurry, and colors changed.  So it must have been George.  Holy fuck. Years ago they kissed or something didn't they? The memory came back to him.  John couldn't think anymore.  His head became too confused, and the colors on the wall danced.  Paul spoke again from the room 

       "Oh yeah, you are dating-" He was cut short by something, but continued after a few seconds, "What, no Ringo told me, I remember now, sorry, you'll have to excuse me I'm a little drunk." 

      John's head was in excruciating pain at this point  He hissed with pain from the hallway, loud enough for Paul to realize he was still out there.  Paul threw the phone on the floor and ran out.  

       "Oh my god, no, John, you heard all of that? Oh no.  It's not what it sounds like I promise." But John didn't hear what he said. 

       "Paul, you fucker, did you spike my drink again." John hollored.  He was on the floor holding his head in his hands at this point.  

      "Oh my god John I'm sorry I did. I didn't expect to leave the bar early I-"  Paul said. 

          "Fuck you, Paul, I promised Cynth i would stay sober tonight." John said, getting up "I have to get back to her. She's so pretty i need to see her."

       John got off the floor successfully, and started to walk towards his room, which wasn't far.  Everything danced in his mind, but the only thing that mattered to him right now was getting to Cynthia.  Paul watched in shock, and regret as John just got passed the fact that everyone was after his sister, and he was only worried about Cynth.

       As John reached the door, Paul just stood in the hallway in shock.  John was going to kill someone by the end of this.  

       "Cynthia, my love."  John said, stepping into his room.  Cynthia was still waiting for him. She looked at his eyes and immediately knew what was happening.  

      "John, no," She said as she pushed him away from here "You're high again."

      "It's- It's not my fault, I swear love." John said, struggling to get each word out.  But it didn't matter. John had come back to her high, when she had begged him not to.  Cynthia was close to losing it at this point. Her face was red with anger. 

       "I don't care, John, just leave me alone." she snapped at him. 

        "No, please Cynth, I love you.  Your so pretty, look at you." he said reaching his hand out to touch her arm.  She pulled away quickly.

       "Just go.  Go to Ringo's room, go anywhere

  "I just don't wanna see you like this."  Cynthia begged.  

       "No, please, Babe I didn't mean to.  I-"

       "No, John.  You had your chance.  I begged you not to do this.  Go."

        John was near tears, and Cynthia was already crying.  John tried to help her, but she just pushed him away again.  They were both hurt, but John couldn't comprehend the severity of the situation.  Regardless, he knew he had to leave his love. So he made his way out the door, And down the hall.  

        Ringo answered the door, a little shocked.  John could smell the alcohol on Ringo, and Ringo could see John's pupils. 

       "How can I help you?" Ringo asked. 

        "Cynth kicked me out cause Paul spiked me." John admitted, and immediately started sobbing.  Ringo patted his back, and guided him into the door. 

       "It's ok John, you're alright."  Ringo comforted him. Ringo himself wasn't sober either.  He wasn't thinking straight.  

          "Lay down, John.  It'll wear off by the morning." 

        John had tripped before.  He knew that you couldn't sleep after you took something like this.  This night was already hell on earth, but it would get worse. 

        John followed Ringo's command, and laid down on the bed.  The cheap hotel room was dark. It was silent except for Johns heavy breathing.  He was sweating, and looked scared. He just laid there with his hands at his side's, perfectly still.   Ringo laid in the other bed in the room, and had the same worried expression he had been wearing for the whole tour.  He didn't even bother to change, or tuck himself in. He realized that telling Paul was a mistake. and he just wanted to sleep it all off.  John looked around the room. Only God knew what he was experiencing right now. Ringo looked at him and made a decision. John was high, he wouldn't remember, and it wouldn't be long until Paul told him anyways.  

        "John?" Ringo whispered in the darkness. 

          "R- Ringo?' John said.  He sounded confused. It was strange to be on a trip while being confined to this room.  

        "Your sister's hookin' up with George."

         "R- Really?" 

           "Yeah.  I caught them at me flat just before we left." Ringo informed him.

          "Awww. Good for them." John laughed.  

         "Wait, really?"

            John didn't answer.  He just laid there giggling.  

       Ringo felt so bad.  John got kicked out, his sister and Goegre were sneaking around, and he couldn't even understand what was happening.  Paul drugged him.

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Run For Your Life Part X

Run For Your Life part 10

pairing- George Harrison x Reader

warnings- angst, angst, angst, drinking and general partying

year- 1964

Summary- You're falling hard for George.  There's just a few problems. John Lennon is your protective older brother, and their band, The Beatles are leaving for their first tour in America.  

Word count- 1k+

Disclaimer/ AN-  This chapter and the next few take place in America, so y/n isn't with them. Its just the four of them. So hi, this is the first fic I've published.  This is FICTION. So the timeline may not match up with reality.  For example, Julians not in it. So ignore that, and just enjoy the story for what it's worth.  Anyways, I'm so excited to release my first fic. If you guys have any questions, or comments or anything, please comment or as, don't be afraid to talk to me.  I have up to part IX almost done, so expect to see more parts soon!

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On Tour

Part X  

          Paul sat at the bar, and downed another shot. The bar was dark, and crowded.  People crowded around every corner, and a lively energy filled the room. It was the first and only free day on the tour.  And Paul was not going to give up the chance to have the time of his life in America. He had quickly discovered his disinterest in American girls.  There was just something about them. Maybe it was the accent, maybe it was their style, but something about them was so unattractive. So tonight, he skipped by the groupies to enjoy a night with the boys.

       Him and John were next to each other at the bar.  George was nowhere to be seen, and neither was Ringo.  Ringo hadn't been talking to much. It was almost like he was hiding something.  John was standing, faced towards the door away from Paul. John didn't have the same goal as Paul.  He wanted to get tipsy, and have a good night, unlike Paul, who was now on his fourth shot. John's eyes were wandering around the bar looking for something to do.  He saw Ringo in the corner. Ringo was staring directly at John with sad eyes, but quickly averted his gaze when John turned to him. That was weird, John thought. Poor Ringo.  

       He found George too.  He was squeezing past the crowd, trying to reach the exit, with a girl drunkenly hanging on to him.  He shot John a grin, and John waved to him and mouthed good luck. Lucky, he thought, she was a pretty bird. 

       John turned back around to Paul.  After surveying the pub, it looked like he was going to be stuck with a drunken Paul tonight.

       "Hey John," he slurred, "You ready to have a good night?" The alcohol was already hitting him, and he still had a full glass of beer in front of him.  God knows how much he had already drank tonight. John wanted to say fuck it, and drink himself half to death so bad, but Cynth was back at the room. She specifically asked him not to get shit faced for once.  John agreed; Cynth needed a sign to show her that he actually loved her.  

        "Not tonight, man.  I promised Cynth.." He explained

        "Whatever. Your loss." Paul shrugged.  He turned his attention back to the tall glass in front of him.  John placed his glass down next to Paul, and Turned back towards the exit.  Paul's plan to have a boys night left his tipsy brain. He was too drunk to stick to plans.

       "John, look over 'ere.  This bird beens eyeing us up all night." Paul said, pointing to a girl against the wall.  She was obviously interested. "Must he a fan or something, we should get 'er back to the room."  As Paul spoke, he waved his arms around in a drunken manor. 

       "I really can't get caught by Cynth again." John said, rubbing his neck nervously.  "You bring out my wild side out, Macca."

       "Oh please, Lennon." He stammered, "You have no regular side, you're a rock star, you get what you want."  John rolled his eyes. It was a stupid comment.

       John's first drink started taking affect. 

        "We can go over there, just don't expect me to go back with you and some girl again, I can't, not tonight, especially with Cynth here."  John said sternly.  

        "Ok man, I can have fun without you." Paul assured him

       "Sure you can, c'mon let's go."  John teased.  

        Over with the girl, whose name was never learned by John or Paul,the boys got giggly.  They weren't sober, and they were just having too much fun. The girl was certainly enjoying herself.  She was all over Paul, she wanted it. But Paul was just playing with her. Ringo heard the laughter, and joined at some point.  The night started to become fuzzy as the boys drank more and more. But John did stick to his promise, he had only had maybe two drinks.  

      John went back to the bar for some water.  Although he hadn't had much drink he hoped he could wash the alcohol out of his breathe so Cynth wouldn't notice.  At least he had tried to stay a little sober for her.  

       After a couple glasses of water and a run in with a fan, John headed back to the boys.  As he got closer he could hear their conversation. 

        "No way! There's no way they can't be-" Paul said, stopping when he saw john.  They both shot their faces at John. Ringo looked scared. His eyes were big and his face went pale.  Paul just looked shocked. His mouth hung open at you like he couldn't believe whatever just happened. 

      "What? What are you talking about?" John asked, confused.  

       "Nothing!" Paul and Ringo said at the same time.  John made a confused face at them. Whatever they were talking about was shocking, and John couldn't know.  Whatever john thought, they're drunk.  

      As Paul started a conversation with the girl, it became obvious that he drank too much.  He was spewing nonsense. He couldn't even stand up straight, he kept falling over. Ringo tried to help, but he was quite drunk himself.  Considering Paul wouldn't remember any of this in the morning, John decided to just take him back to his room. 

       As Paul started falling onto the girl, John stepped in between them and Grabbed Paul.  

"Wooahhh there buddy" John said pulling Paul away from the girl, "Let's get you to bed."  Paul was too drunk to protest.

      Back at the room, John put Paul down on the bed.  Paul looked like he was ready to pass out.  

       "You need anything, Paul, water, or?"

       "No, No, I'm fine, You can go, I just gotta do something." He stammered, reaching for the phone.  

       "Ok then, good night." John said, heading towards the door.  Paul was too concentrated on trying to type the numbers into the phone to say anything back.  John thought about stopping Paul from calling anyone. He was drunk out of his mind, and anything he said to anyone in this state would be a mistake.  But John really had to get back to Cynthia.  

      Right before John closed the door behind him he heard paul speak to whoever who had called

      "Hey y/n" he said.  You could hear the smirk on his face.  

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a/n: AHHHHH. so much just happened. Why is paul being such a man whore? What do you think is gonna happen next? if you wanna be added to the taglist comment or dm me.

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[honeysuckleharrison]

Run For Your Life Parts VIII-IX

pairing- George Harrison x 

warnings- So much fluff

year- 1964

Summary- You're falling hard for George.  There's just a few problems. John Lennon is your protective older brother, and their band, The Beatles are leaving for their first tour in America.

word count- 1.1k

Disclaimer/ AN-  So hi, this is the first fic I've published.  This is FICTION. So the timeline may not match up with reality.  For example, Julians not in it. So ignore that, and just enjoy the story for what it's worth.  Anyways, I'm so excited to release my first fic. If you guys have any questions, or comments or anything, please comment or as, don't be afraid to talk to me.  I have up to part XII almost done, so expect to see more parts soon!

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George quickly ripped his hands out of yours, and placed them behind his back.  But it was too late, Ringo had seen all he needed. His mouth hung wide open, and he was too shocked to move.  You couldn't move either. In the silence, you could hear George panting. You shot a quick glance at him. All the color had gone from his face, just like it had from yours.  You looked back at Ringo. He, like you, had no idea what to do, or what to say. You had been caught. This was it, John was going to kill Geroge.  

        But John didn't have to find out.  Ringo had caught you and George, not John.  You just had to convince him not to tell. You stood there and waited to see who would speak first.  You didn't know what to do you had never been in a situation anything like this.  

         "Y/n?" Ringo spoke.  The initial shock left him, and he could now close the door behind him.  "Wha what are you doing here?" 

         "Ringo, please," George pleaded, "Please you can't tell John, please." 

        "Tell John wha-" he stammered, "Wait, are you two.. are you..? Oh no, John can't find out.  George you'd be dead."  

        "Exactly," George said angrily, "So please, keep your mouth shut." 

      You looked up at George with scared eyes.  You'd never seen him angry before.

         "I should go." you muttered.  Stepping away from George, you looked into his eyes.  He took a break from being mad to wordlessly say goodbye to you.  You squeezed passed Ringo, and walked out the door.

        You trusted George to make sure Ringo wouldn't tell.  But what if he slips up? What if John finds out? You knew it could happen, but you never considered what would actaully go down if John found out that his band mate was fucking his sister.  Tears pooled in your eyes at the thought of John causing any harm to George. You were tired and overwhelmed at this point. You were glad that you would get to go home in the morning. You were going to miss George so much, that was for sure, but it was going to be easier now that there was a smaller chance of you getting caught.  Even if Ringo could tell John, there would be no way for John to see anything for himself if George was gone. Nothing really made sense but it all made sense in your head. Your thoughts ran so fast it was hard to even understand what you were thinking.  

       As soon as you got back on that couch, you passed out.  You passed out so fast you didn't notice John peeking out of his bedroom door.  

Part IX

You woke up to John Yelling your name.  It was 8am. Why was he waking you up? You remembered quickly; he had to take you home, your stay was over, and his first show in America was in four days.  Everything flooded back into your mind. You were going to miss George too much while he was away. And you snuck out again. But the memory of what happened last night suddenly hit you.  Oh no. Ringo knew. There was no way of telling how long it would be before John found out. 

       Would it really be that bad though? George was sweet to you.  John would be mad initially, obviously. But wouldn't he get over it once he knew how well George treated you?  It wouldn't be the end of the world.

        As your mind buzzed with thoughts,  You felt a pain behind your eye, and your body felt almost too tired to move.

       "C'mon, up and at em," John shouted, "We gotta go!" 

         You sat up, and you noticed just how bad the pain in your head was.  You stretched out, which only made the pain worse. As you yawned, you could still taste George on your tongue.  You would miss his lips. You got up, grabbed your bag, threw on your shoes, and met John at the door.

        While he was driving, you placed your head in your hand and closed your eyes.  Your mind ached and you were exhausted from waking up earlier than usual. 

        "You good?" John asked 

        "Yeah," you said without opening your eyes, "My heads just killing me." 

        After a few seconds of silence, you opened your eyes and looked over at John.  He was looking at the road, and his eyes were squinting. He looked like he was deep in thought, like he couldn't decide what to do next.  He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He shot a quick glance at you, and noticed you were watching him. He finally spoke

       "Where did you go last night?" He finally asked.  Your eyes got wider. He saw you? "And where did you go the other day?" 

      You rehearsed this exact moment in your head already, you knew what to say. 

      "I was out with some girls from school.  It was fun. I did drink a little last night though." You said, explaining why your head hurt.  The headache was a hangover, it was by no means because you were crying last night because you and your secret boyfriend got caught. 

      "Ah, but why didn't you let me know? I would have woken you up later if i knew you were gonna be hungover." he asked

       "They planned it last minute. Sorry, I would of told you but you were asleep."

       "No worries" he said, "That's the best part of being an adult, you don't have to ask to go out, you can do whatever you want.  I was just wondering cause you were being sneaky, I was worried something was up."

      "Thanks for your concern.  I'm good though I had fun with my big brother.  But are you sure I can do whatever I want? You wouldn't be mad at me  for doing anything?" You teased.  

       "Well," he said "Just don't get with Paul." He joked.  "Well I'd be mad if you dated anyone honestly, I don't want anyone hurting my baby sis."  You laughed a little too hard.  

       "What? He's not that bad looking." John said. 

        "No, it's just-  nothing." you laughed, "I won't, I promise."

       "Ok" John laughed.  As you parked in front of your house, John pulled the keys out of the car.  He waited for you to get out of the car. John had no plans of going in and seeing his aunt.

       "I'm gonna miss you while your on tour" you admitted.  

        "I'm gonna miss you too, y/n, I enjoyed having you over." John said. 

       "Can I come visit you again when you come back?" 

       "Sure, why not?" John agreed 

        "Thanks! I'll see you then. I cant wait" you excalimed, "Goodbye John."

       "Goodbye y/n" 

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Run For Your Life Parts V-VII

pairing- George Harrison x Reader

warnings- So much fluff, Implied smut

year- 1964

Summary- You're falling hard for George.  There's just a few problems. John Lennon is your protective older brother, and their band, The Beatles are leaving for their first tour in America.  

Word count- 1k+

Disclaimer/ AN-  So hi, this is the first fic I've published.  This is FICTION. So the timeline may not match up with reality.  For example, Julians not in it. So ignore that, and just enjoy the story for what it's worth.  Anyways, I'm so excited to release my first fic. If you guys have any questions, or comments or anything, please comment or as, don't be afraid to talk to me.  I have up to part IX almost done, so expect to see more parts soon!

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      It was almost 1am.  You were growing impatient after having to wait so long to sneak out.  You were so ready to feel George's touch again. But you were stuck on this couch for a little longer.  With the relationship getting more serious, you had to be sure John couldn't find out. You waited a little later this time just to be sure John and Cynth were asleep.      

  You laid there for what seemed like an eternity longer. You checked the clock again.  It was 2:28 am. You weren't as nervous this time around. Having successfully done this once, you knew you were capable.  So as you got up, put your flip flops and reached for the handle, you felt ready for what the night had to offer.

      When you knocked on George's door something seemed different.  You skipped the conversation, you ran your mouths enough at Strawberry Fields earlier.  Before you could say hi you were making out on the couch. Geo's soft lips were on yours, kissing deeper than they ever have before.  His hands has successfully slipped under you shirt, and he was holding your bare waist. You shivered as his cool fingertips reached up your chest.  It felt so good to have him on top of you again.

      His lips moved from yours, and started trailing down your neck.  His hot kisses were warm on the sensitive skin of your neck. As he reached your collar bone, you could feel him start to suck.  Shit. That would leave a mark. You wanted him bad, but this was too fast.

      "George" you said through short, breathy moans.  You pushed his chest up, and he took his lips off your skin.  

      "Yes, Love?" he asked.  He looked at you for a second and continued "Is- is this too much we can stop for tonight if you want dear"

      "No, please no." you begged.  You were needy for him now, you just needed to breathe.  "I just needed a second, and I don't want you leaving marks." you added, smirking.  George nodded and sat up. You sat up in front of him. He placed a small peck on your cheek before standing up, and reaching his hand out for yours.  You took his hand and he pulled you up off the couch, leading you to his room.

     He pulled you through the doorway, and brought you close to him.  He reached down and kissed you hungrily. You held him tight. You wanted him so bad.  

          While his lips were busy on yours, his hands pulled on the hem of your shirt.  You got the hint, and pulled away. You pulled your shirt off and threw to the floor.  George stared at your exposed skin. His eyes were wide with lust. You came back to George, and lifted his shirt off.  His chest was smooth and pale. He was just slightly toned. He had the beginning of abs, but they weren't too defined. His arms and shoulders has the slightest muscles.

         He pulled you back class to him, and pushed his lips into yours.  His skin was warm against yours. His hands were holding your shoulders, and yours were around his waist.  He slid his hands down until the met the clasp on your bra. He undid it smoothly in one try. Moving your hands off of him, you let the garment slide to the floor.  

       He pulled you in for a quick passionate kiss before pushing you back onto the bed.  He climbed over you and kissed you softly on the lips. He reached his hands down to the button of your jeans and looked into your eyes.

      "You ready?" He asked with the cutest grin.

      "Yes George." You moaned.

Part VI

It was meant to be your last day and John's.  He was going to drive you home after you ate dinner with him and Cynthia.  The events from last night still buzzed through your mind. You couldn't stop thinking about George, and how much you'd miss him while he was away.  You had to see him one more time. You had to tell him how amazing he was.

        As Cynthia cooked, and you washed the dishes beside her, you made a suggestion.  

      "Cynth, um, if you don't mind, could I stay another night? y'know, help you pack." Cynthia smiled.  She was happy that you were enjoying your time with her, and that she would have another hand helping out.  

      "I don't see why not, you wouldn't be a bother, you've done nothing but help me."  Cynthia said in agreement.

      "Perfect, thanks so much." you thanked her, leaning in to give her a side hug.

      At dinner, you asked John, and he agreed too.  John started asking you about your stay.

       "Have you been enjoying yourself?" He asked between bites.  

       "Yeah actually, it's been really nice to be in a new place, y'know.  I got so used to going to school everyday, it's nice to have a change in scenery."  you explained. You and John were both artistic people. You hated routine. It was the quality that made John's music so good, and one of the many things you have in common with George.   

      "I'm glad," John said, "Have you been enjoying the studio visits."

      "Yes!" you answered honestly, you just couldn't say exactly why you enjoyed visiting the studio as much as you did.  "It was nice to get a sneak peek of the album. You guys are really good. You're gonna be the biggest band ever."

      "I've heard we are the biggest band in America, but I don't believe it."  he admitted.

      "Don't doubt yourself.  The tours gonna be great.  You and Cynth get to travel the world together." you joked.

      "It'll be nice," John said, "You excited darling?" He asked Cynthia.

      "Yes!" she exclaimed, "I really am.  I'm so excited. I get to spend time with you, and see new places.  And I get to see New York, I'm so excited." she rambled. Seeing her so happy made you smile.  

        "I'm glad your excited, but we don't get much free time on tour.  We have to play 25 shows in 26 days. The other boys usually spend their nights being wild and getting as many girls as they can." John said seriously.  

       That was a little concerning.  George could really get any girl he wanted, couldn't he?  But he wouldn't. There was no way. He was so romantic towards, and he was falling for you hard.  A one night stand in America wouldn't compare to you. Would it? You felt sure that George wouldn't continue his normal behavior on this tour.  There was no way he would. George was too good to you, you didn't even want to think that anything could go wrong.

Part VII

You knocked on George's door with a wide smile.  The reason you asked to stay another night was to pay a surprise visit to George.  You couldn't stop thinking about last night, you just needed to see him one more time.  The American tour would be long, you'd miss him.

      He opened the door and looked delighted to see you.

      "Y/n, I wasn't expecting you tonight."  he laughed.

      "I know" you said, "I wanted to surprise you.  I needed to see you again before you left."

      "Come in, love, please." he begged.  As you stepped in, he pulled you into a warm hug.  You weren't craving one another in the same way as the night before.  Tonight you just wanted to curl up next to each other and say goodbye.  

      You sat down on the couch and he just held you.  He put his head on your chest, and your fingers ran through his hair.  You were so comfortable you wished he didn't have to leave.

      "I'm gonna miss you so much, Geo." you huffed.  He looked up into your eyes and adjusted himself so that his head was in your lap.  

      "I'm gonna miss you more, flower." He smirked, "We can see each other as soon as I get back, I promise."  As he spoke he sat up. When he finished making his promise, he pressed a soft kiss against your lips. He tried to deepen the embrace, and reach his hands for your waist but you pushed him up.

      "Not tonight, Geo." you sighed, "I just want to enjoy your company while I can."

      "Ok," he said understandingly.  He rested his head on your chest again.

      "What am I gonna do without you, Harrison?" you pondered, "I'm really gonna miss yo-"

      "Wait" George interrupted, quickly sitting up straight.

      "What's wrong?" you asked.

      "I didn't know you were coming, so I didn't ask Ringo to stay out later." he explained.

      "What?" you said, confused and scared.

      "Shit," he muttered under his breath, "Ringo should be home soon, this is when he usually gets home."  George looked more scared than you had ever seen him. He started getting off the couch. You felt a chill as he left your side, and you expression dropped even more.  

      "Y/n, we have to get you out of here before he comes." he said sternly.

      "Ok." you agreed, getting up off the couch. "Are you sure I have to leave? I won't see you again for a month."

      "I'm afraid so love.  I don't want you to leave either.  I'm gonna miss your pretty little smile, and your lips." he said leaning in closer to your face, and taking your hands in his.  "I'm really gonna miss you, y/n, goodni-"

      He was cut short by the sound of the door opening.  You both turned your heads quickly to the door to see a startled Ringo standing there.

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Run For Your Life - Part IV

pairing- George Harrison x Reader

warnings- So much fluff

year- 1964

Word count- 1.7k

Summary- You're falling hard for George.  There's just a few problems. John Lennon is your protective older brother, and their band, The Beatles are leaving for their first tour in America.  

Disclaimer/ AN-  So hi, this is the first fic I've published.  This is FICTION. So the timeline may not match up with reality.  For example, Julians not in it. So ignore that, and just enjoy the story for what it's worth.  Anyways, I'm so excited to release my first fic. If you guys have any questions, or comments or anything, please comment or as, don't be afraid to talk to me. Huge shutout to @iimplicitt she helped me edit, and such. Thanks so much girl!

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You go straight to the studio after breakfast with John.  John, and the other boys were caught up in the music, making sure everything was perfect.  But George's attention was on you. You would look at John to make sure he wasn't watching, then you would look George and let all your feelings out, blushing, and giggling.  He did the same back. It did result in you making awkward eye contact with John a few times.  You prayed that he didn't notice how flustered you were. It didn't last the whole time though, Geroge got caught up in a melody he was working on.  You didn't mind. Watching him working and concentrating on something was so precious. The way he smiled when he finally got it right was so charming.  

      After they were done recording, John was too busy, fighting with Paul, again, so you went to George.  

      "Hi love" he said in the same quiet manner that most of you conversations had to be in.

      "Hi, I really enjoyed watching you play" you said, complimenting him, "You're really good" you made your voice even quieter, "and you look really cute when you're focusing."  You watched his expression changed from casual to a redder more flustered look.

      "Y/n!" he whispered little louder, "not here. Strawberry Fields, in an hour ok?"

      "Ok, Geo" you agreed, "I'll see you then"

      "I can't wait, flower" he said smirking at you.  He called you flower. That was by far the most charming thing anyone has ever said to you.  Despite his dark appearance, and sarcastic tone, he can be so sweet. He was so hard to understand but you felt like you were starting to get to know his personality.  

      The hour passed fast.  You took your time getting ready, putting on a red lipstick to show him something different.  You slipped out the door when John wasn't looking, and headed out.

       When you reached Strawberry Fields, you were amazed.  The backyard was closed in by a tall black fence. In the cracks of the fence grew huge vines, and a variety of flora.  The building was abandoned, and unkempt. Nature had claimed the building as its own. Humankind can spend so long building something up from the ground, putting all their best resources and knowledge forward.  But as soon as they stop maintaining their creation, the natural world claims it as their own.

      You slipped through a space in the fence.  You had known it was there, and so did every kid who grew up in Liverpool.  This was everyone's safe place. Despite the dark, gothic architecture, and the rubble that surrounded it, it was a safe place.  As you stepped in, you saw George sitting on a picnic blanket in the middle of the overgrown lawn. Inside the dark fence, the grass was shades of bright green and yellow.  He smiled at the sight of you and stood up. His hair moved in the wind, and his happy eyes were looking into yours. He opened his arms for you, and you ran into them. You were once again in one of George's hugs.  They were your favorite thing. His skinny frame was so nice to fall into.

       "I brought you Strawberries and wine, Love." George said through a smile.  

      "How fitting" you joke, "Can we eat hun."

       "Of course flower, take a seat."

       You and George sat next to each other cross legged on the blanket.  He sparked a conversation about the recording session from earlier. He asked if you liked what they were working on.  You answered honestly and explained that you were so proud of them. It was crazy to see your own brother rising to fame.

      It didn't take long before George poured you a glass of wine, and started feeding you strawberries.  He was being so sweet to you, but the sweetness soon melted into something more. George laid you down on the blanket and started kissing you.  You didn't realize your dark red lipstick would soon cover his face and neck. You were both so caught up in each others touch that you didn't notice the sun beginning to set, or the crimson color that littered George's face.

  ��   George brought his hands up right below your neck and wrapped them around you.  He was choking you without actually hurting you. His hands felt so good on your bare skin, and you let out a moan.  He pulled his face off of yours.

      "You good love" George asked, panting.  

      "Yes, I'm amazing." You said, taking a moment to appreciate the fact that you were being pinned down by George's sizable hands, and slim frame.  Your body was limp and you were totally defenseless under George. And you loved it.

      You looked at George's face.  He was still panting and his face was red.  His face was also covered in your lipstick. He looked ridiculous, you couldn't help but giggle.  He laughed back. You looked down and noticed the bulge in his pants. You looked back up at his face and said "But are you good?"  George laughed.

      "Yeah I'm better than ever." he answered.  "Why, is there something wrong?" he asked looking around himself, and brushing off his shoulders.

       "No," you giggled, "Your face is just covered in lipstick." He quickly started wiping his mouth with his hand.  He had no luck in trying to get the crimson off his lips, it had stained.

      "I don't think it's gonna come off Geo." you said.  "And it looks like you got a little excited." You pointed down and his gaze followed.  As soon as he noticed what you were referring too, he gave you a toothy smile, and his cheeks somehow became even redder.  Geo let out a small laugh, and seemed a little embarrassed. He rolled off of you and laid next to your warm body. He let out a big sigh, before looking at you.  You looked at each other for a while. Your eyes traced all the lipstick you had left on his face, and you noticed how messy his hair had gotten. You leaned in and kissed each other sweetly.  His mouth tasted of strawberries, and his eyes closed so gently.

      Pulling away, he looked into your eyes and said "Your beautiful, truly."  He reached a hand up and stroked your cheek. You grabbed his wrist in response and rubbed his smooth skin with your thumb.  

      You rolled over and looked at the sky.  The sky was becoming darker, but you had time before John would start to worry.

       "Please," George said, "tell me about yourself some more."

        "Well, I dunno," you said, trying to decide what to say, "I just finished my first year of university."  You turned back towards George, and looking into his sweet eyes.

      "What are you studying again?" he asked.

        "English.  I'm hoping to become a writer." you answered.

         "Why do you like writing" he wondered.

        "Well, I suppose it's because I like being in A world where everything happens for a reason.  When you write, every single sentence has a purpose, a reason. It's nice to think all the pain, all the hard times you've been through were for a reason." you said, gesticulating your words.  You really did like to write, it let you escape your world, and become part of your character's world.

          "Who's to say that everything doesn't happen for a reason in real life too?" George asked.

         "I don't know, I've just never believed that they do.  I've never really been spiritual like that before, y'know?  I just think were just here, living, not for any reason." you explained.  

       "I think things do happen for a reason.  To me, the universe isn't all an accident, y'know?  I guess I just think more 'spiritually' than other people.  Maybe people get resurrected. Who's to say? It's just a nice way to think, and there's no reason not to think like that."

        "You're right, thank you for enlightening me"  you joked

       George giggled, then proceeded, "Think about it, things do happen for a reason, the earth is billions of years old, yet we managed to exist in this form at the same time."

         "You flatter me, Harrison."

        "Maybe that's my purpose."

        "You're too good to me" you said.

       He leaned in and kissed you softer than ever.  You could feel every crease on his lips. It was such a loving embrace that you felt strong feelings for him in that moment.  Not love. Love would come later. After you spend more time with him. But nonetheless, this feeling was strong, and had really made you fall for him.  

      As the night went on, you and George continued your deep conversation.  He was so smart. He had obviously spent a lot of time thinking about life, and its purpose.  Overall, he seemed relaxed about it all. George thought that life wasn't very serious. He believed that we're all here to have a good time.  He didn't think much of tragedies. They were sad, of course, but pain is simply a part of life

       Some of his ideas were nieve, but so were yours.  You were young; it was only natural.

       The day started ending.  The sky became a darker shade of blue, and shades of pink and orange littered the heavens.                       

       "I should be going now, i don't want John to worry." you explained

      "You sure you have to leave, Love" George whimpered, "I'd love to see you again, maybe tonight?"

      "I don't want to leave you either, Harrison, but it's getting late.  Maybe I will stop by again tonight." you said, turning to him and winking.  

      "Yes please." he begged.

        You both stood up, and wiped the grass off your clothes.  George picked up the basket he had brought with him. You both reached down to grab two corners of the blanket, and folded it together.  

      " Should I walk you home, y/n?" he asked.

      "I don't think that's a good idea, what if John sees your face covered in lipstick?" you answered.  

      "Ah, I forgot about that," George admitted.

      Before you parted ways, You leaned into each other for one last embrace.  As George stepped away you called him back.

      "Wait" you cried.

       "Yes, Love?" George said, turning around to face you again.  

      "So, are we.. ya'know," you hesitated, "Dating now?"

       "If you want to, Flower." he answered lovingly, "I'd be honored to date such a pretty girl."

      As the words left his lips you walked back to him and held him tight.  You kissed George softly before speaking.

      "Then we're dating." you said softly.  You broke away from each other, and squeezed through the fence.  

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AN- If you wanna be added to my taglist for this fic PLEASE tell me. If you liked it let me know, and if you didn't, tell me why. This part makes me blush so hard. I loved writing it. I hope you enjoyed it. Do you have any predictions yet? Cause let me tell you it gets crazy.

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Me- *laughs at my phone*

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Run For Your Life Parts I-III

pairing- George Harrison x (John's sister) Reader

warnings- So much fluff

year- 1964

Summary- You're falling hard for George.  There's just a few problems. John Lennon is your protective older brother, and their band, The Beatles are leaving for their first tour in America.  

Word count- 4k+

Disclaimer/ AN-  So hi, this is the first fic I've published.  This is FICTION. So the timeline may not match up with reality.  For example, Julians not in it. So ignore that, and just enjoy the story for what it's worth.  Anyways, I'm so excited to release my first fic. If you guys have any questions, or comments or anything, please comment or as, don't be afraid to talk to me.  I have up to part IX almost done, so expect to see more parts soon! Huge shutout to @iimplicitt she helped me edit, and such. Thanks so much girl!

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Part I

     George looked up at you with wide eyes, and it was only seconds before his hand reached up to cup your cheek, and your lips collided.  You had been waiting for this to happen for years. His lips pressed into yours softly at first. He pulled back and looked at you. You stared back at him,noticing every detail.  His cheekbones were so prominent, his thick, untamed eyebrows gave his eyes a dark, and lustful look. You were so needy for him, and you knew now that he made the first move, that he wanted you too. You leaned in and kissed him harder, placing your hands on his shoulders. His lips were chapped, but still felt so perfect on yours. Despite your attempt he took control of the embrace again.  He leaned into you, making the kiss deeper, and deeper with each passing second.

        Being John's little sister, you never expected this to actually happen again.  He was always so protective of you.  When you first met george, he was still in his teddy phase, and you immediately caught feelings.  You found out that it would only end badly considering him and your overprotective brother were in the same band.

      George was now holding onto your waist for his life, and your arms were wrapped around his neck.  The whole time he continued slowly pushing himself further on top of you. Seconds ago he was just sitting there tuning his guitar on the couch besides you, and now all of his attention was on you.  His tongue pushed passed your lips with ease. He knew exactly how much tongue to use, and his hands were squeezing your waist just right. His kiss was perfect and needy. You almost forgot you were in a recording studio waiting for the other three boys in his band to come back after slipping out for reasons you quickly forget.  You and George forgot everything but each other. He continued to press his lips against yours so perfectly. George kissed you even deeper and you were now laying down on the couch, being completely dominated by him. You could feel him getting hard on top of you. It felt so right as he slipped a little more tongue in your mouth, and his hands started finding their way under your shirt.  Just as you started to break away to tell him how much you wanted this, and how perfect he was, the door knob started turning.

      You both shot up so fast, returning back to your original positions.  Your heart was racing, and you could feel the sweat pouring out of every gland on your skin.  You tried your best not to pant, or show any signs that anything out of the ordinary just happened.  As the boys stepped in, you shot a quick look at George. He was blushing just as much as you were and he was about 10 shades paler.  He rested his hands in his crotch in an attempt to hide what you caused. His legs were shaking nervously, and his head was down in embarrassment.   He knew what would happen if you were caught almost as well as you did.

     John, Paul and ringo came into the room and saw you and George sitting together.  John immediately noticed something wasn't quite right.

       "You and y/n must've had a good chat I see you've left your guitar on the floor" John said, pointing to George's guitar, "The thing never leaves your hands, what was so important?" George had thrown it to the ground in the moment without thinking.  

      "We were talking!" you cut in, "George was just asking about what you were like when you were younger.  I told him about the time you um…" you stuttered, "The time you left the bath running for hours and flooded the whole bathroom, remember that?" you said in an attempt to cover your tracks.  George politely smiled at you, and wordlessly thanked you for covering for him. His skin was returning to normal, and he seemed to be more at ease. It was a quick recovery, but it had to be.

      "How could I forget." John replied, "George, come on we've got to start recording, we got Ringo new sticks, the kind he likes too."  Ringo held up the still packaged sticks smiling, as him and the band made there way back behind the glass. You smiled back at Ringo, but the smile disappeared as you felt George leave your side.               "Y/n, sit tight we'll be done soon enough. Sorry i had to drag you along, couldn't leave you home alone now could I, God knows what kind of trouble you'd get yourself into." John teased.

      If only he understood the irony.  He always added comments like that, making sure everyone knew he was the older, protective brother, despite only being a few years older than you.  You put your head back and thanked god that you had not been caught. Your nerves were calmed now that you knew you were safe for now. It didn't take long for the boys to start playing.

       You and George shot quick looks at each other throughout the session, trying to decipher each others thoughts.  George was not an easy man to understand, and you spent most of the 2 hours you were there trying to get an idea of how he felt about what had just happened.  George almost always wore the same blank expression. He rarely smiled, or changed his face much, making the task at hand a lot harder. Your best guess was that he was just as lost in thought as you were.  As he sat on the amp, playing the same chords through each take, you noticed the only thing that changed were his eyes. Sometimes they looked emotionless, other times you could see something glimmering behind them.  They never seemed angry though, which was a good sign. Luckily for you, John was too busy yelling at the other members (mostly Paul) to notice the looks you and George shared.

   After they were done, and you ran out of compliments to offer the boys and their new music, you all stepped out.  You were somehow lucky enough to get a second alone with George while the others shouted about something that didn't matter.

    "Hi y/n" George said grinning, and trying not to sound too excited.  You said hi back, grinning and blushing in the same way he was.

     "You remember where i live right, just a block from John?" George asked

"Yes I do, as a matter of fact" you answered, still smiling too big.

      "Great, then I'll see you tonight" he said

       "What do you want me to do Harrison, Sneak out?" you asked.  George didn't reply, he only grinned at you, and winked. You could feel your cheeks getting hotter after your quiet conversation with George ended.  It was shorter than you would have liked it to be, but you weren't trying to let John notice anything. Geroge walked away to his car, and John called you over to his car.

"C'mon y/n, we have to get back, Cynth could use some help cooking." John yelled to you.  

      You had been staying with John and Cynthia for a week.  It was the first week of summer Holliday. John had moved out a while ago and had been missing his little sister, so he invited you to stay over for a bit to help out around the house, and visit the studio.  You agreed, knowing a change would be nice. It would be like a mini vacation from your typical life, you could experience a new world not far from home, even if just for a week.

part II

      You lay wide awake on the couch of John and Cynthia's house.  As you lay there, reflecting on your day, a memory came back to you that you had repressed.  It happened about four or five years ago. It was about the second or third time you met George.         

        John had invited you to come see his band perform.  They had made a few good songs at that point, and he was proud.  So you agreed. It was the first time you had seen them perform. They were good, they're music made you want to move, and they didn't make any mistakes.  

     As you watched them play, you were drawn to the Guitar player.  His hair was spiked up, and his ears stuck out. He had a leather jacket on, like all the other teddy boys wore.  For most of the show he looked pretty serious. He was nervous; it was one of his first performances. But as they went on, and he became more comfortable, he let a smile out.  His smile was big, and he always showed his teeth. Something about the way he danced on that stage just drew you in. So after the show, you introduced yourself.

      "Hi," he said shaking your hand "Y/n? Right? It's nice to see you again."

      "Yeah, it's nice to see you too George." you said, blushing without realizing.

     "How'd you like the show?" He asked

      "I enjoyed myself.  Were you nervous?" you teased.

      "Well you should know" he answered bluntly, "You were watching me the whole time, weren't you?"  You blushed hard, and your mouth fell open.

      "I- I was, I can't lie." you stammered

       "It's okay.  Your a pretty lad,  I don't mind." He admitted.

      "You're not too bad yourself." You replied.  Your cheeks were red, but so were his. You were involuntarily smiling ridiculously big.  

      "I know." he quipped, "Tell me this, Would John be mad if I kissed you right now?" he wondered.  

       "Yes, he would be." You answered.

      "Then I suppose we should go 'round back, where he wouldn't see us." he suggested.  Your eyes grew wide. You really wanted to, so you just nodded. He smirked at your decision, and he slipped out with you as the rest of the boys talked to fans, and packed up.  

       The two of you walked around, and banted.  

       "So were the same age, right? I'm 15." he asked

      "Yes we are." you answered, "You're on my grade. You're always getting in trouble in class, aren't you?"

      "I suppose I am.  Teachers just don't like me i guess."

      "Do they really not like you, or is it the attitude, Harrison?"  you questioned.

      "Maybe it is. So what?  All I can do is try my best.  I'm not changing myself to the teachers' liking."  

"You're right." you said.  George had always been a laid back guy.  He was great at giving advice, and getting people through tough times.  He would always know what to say. He believed that life wasn't such a big thing.  You go about, trying your best, and loving everyone as much as you can.

      After walking and conversing for a bit, George stopped you around the far side of the building.  It was dark, and chilly. A yellow street light shown above you just enough so you could see. You rested against the brick wall and looked up at him, waiting for him to explain why he stopped you.  

      "Is this far enough?" He asked, with a grin across his face.

      "I suppose it is." you said, smiling back.  Right then, George put his hand on your cheek.  You put your hand on his shoulder in response, and looked into his eyes.  They were sparkling, he was so pleased to be here with you. It was your first kiss, and you were excited to be able to share it with him.  

      George leaned in slow and sweet.  When his lips finally met yours it was perfect.  His lips were warm, and soft against yours. It was just a quick peck, but you couldn't have asked for anything more.  

      Just before he pulled away, a door swung open.  Light poured out onto you and George, and both of your faces shot towards the door.

     "Geor-" John shouted from the doorway.  He stopped when he saw what was happening.  The other 2 boys were right behind him, peeking behind the door.  Paul and Ringo were shocked, but smiled with pride at George. At this young age they didn't get as many girls.  But John had a different reaction. His face went red hot, and he didn't hold back.

      "Get your hands off my sister right now, or I swear to god you will never see the light of day again!" John yelled.

      George pulled away from you and put his hands up.  The color left both of your faces. You were in shock.  

      "I'm.. 'm so sorry John.. I- I didn't mean to-" George stammered.  He didn't mean to? This was all a mistake, you thought. George was attractive and sweet, but he was off limits.  John wouldn't let any boy touch you, let alone his close friend.

      "Damn right you didn't.  You should know to keep your hands off her!" John said, calming down a bit, "C'mon y/n, were leaving right now."  John snarled at you. He grabbed your arm and yanked you away from George. George just stepped out of the way; he knew not to mess with John when he got angry.  You tried to wave goodbye to George, but John was pulling you away too fast.

       As you left, you heard the boys teasing George.  

       "Aww man, we were looking everywhere for you and you were out here messing around with John's sister!" Paul laughed.  

      "Yeahl." George said.  He rubbed his neck nervously, and fake laughed.  He was embarrassed. George really did like y/n, but he couldn't say anything.  John would kill him if this went on any further, and the boys would tease him if he was crushing.  

      "You almost lost your virginity this time." Paul said, cackling, "Wish it could of been me, y/n's a pretty one isn't she?  Guess she got the looks instead of John." Paul was laughing too hard now. Was he seriously drunk? It sure seemed like it.  

      Your eyes went wide as you listened to Paul's comments.  Did Paul really feel that way about you?

     Not knowing what to say, John whipped around and stared at Paul.  His angry eyes said everything he needed them to, and Paul stopped laughing.  He just stood there almost as embarrassed as George.

   As you remembered that incident, you felt embarrassed all over again.  How could you forget that? It took years of trying to repress it.

        You checked the clock. 1:27 am.  They must surely be asleep now. You slowly get up off the couch, trying to make as little noise as possible.  If John didn't come out after hearing you get up, he must be asleep. You head towards the front door without thinking much of it.  You put your flip flops on, and as soon as you touch the door knob, it hits you. Your attempting to sneak out for the first time ever.  At least if you do it here your parents won't find out. But if John found out you were sneaking around,he wouldn't be happy. Not to mention your going to visit a boy who is one of your brothers closest friends.  And you'd only started any sort of real relationship with this boy that day. This was risky. Getting caught would end horribly for you and George. Could you even trust George to keep this a secret? What is George even really like? Besides a few small chats, you've never actually gotten to know him. So, What's he like, and is he worth the risk? Guess there's only one way to find out.  You push the door open soundlessly and slip out towards George's place.

    The streets were lit yellow by the street lamps, and you somehow weren't too scared.  All sorts of creatures chirp and buzz around you, making you feel not alone on your adventure.  This was risky, and you knew it, but you couldn't help but feel a buzz of hydrenylyne while folding your arms nervously.  

      Finally you reached George's flat.  You went to knock, and hesitated. The lights were on, you knew he was awake, but you were nervous, and crushing hard for him.  You smiled, and blushed as you began to think of all the things that could be said. He obviously likes you back, that's why he kissed you, right? right? What if he doesn't.  Your smile drop and your eyebrows furrow, thinking of a new possibility.  What if he wants to tell you that was a mistake? no? It can't be that, the way he blushed during your last conversation outside of the studio proves that he's gotta like you.  Enough, you think.  You quit hesitating and knock on the door.  

      George opens the door so quickly and smiles wider than you've ever seen him smile before.  He pulls you in for another kiss. You kiss him back. See, you think, he does like you, duh.  Unlike last time, this kiss is short, and sweet.  He hadn't asked to kiss you either time. You liked that about him.  He knew you liked him so he took control of the situation.

      "Come in, please" George says, gesturing for you to step in his house.  He's blushing, and so are you. You've had boyfriends before, you've kissed people before, so why are you falling so hard for George?  You nodded, and stepped into the front door. His house was finilar, you'd been there before with John a few times.

       But despite the familiarity of the situation, everything felt new, and different.  Like you were going to experience something you've never experienced before. You hated this hopeful, lovey feeling.  You've always been more logical. But your emotional side was taking over. You stood in the doorway, looking around for a few seconds.

        "So" George spoke, breaking the silence, "I really enjoyed myself today,  I've liked you for a while now, I just wasn't sure if It would be appropriate considering…." he trailed off.  You knew what he was going to say; he was going to say he didn't know if it was okay to date your best friends little sister.  George seemed ecstatic that he could finally admit his attraction to you. He looked down at the floor, and peeked his eyes up at you.  It was your turn to speak.

      "I feel the same way.  I've always liked you. I can't believe you actually made the first move, I-"  you admitted. You were cut short when George took your hand in his. He had walked closer to you without you noticing.  His hands were slim, and boney, and his fingertips were rough from years of playing guitar. He looked down at you with the same wide eyes as before.  His slim frame towered above you. You hugged him tight. His hug was amazing. His waist is small, allowing you to wrap your arms all the way around him, and his cotton shirt was soft against your cheek.   He didn't like speaking, or affection, but he seemed to be unbothered by doing either with you. He was obviously falling hard for you. You both took a moment and look at each other.

      This was really happening.  You had snuck out of your brother's apartment to visit his band mate's house.  And he was really holding you. You had liked this boy for ages, and he made the first move in you.  Everything seemed perfect, but you knew deep down that nothing could be perfect.

      "I'm so glad you actually came" he said softly, pulling you back into reality.  "You look so beautiful, y/n." he added.

     "Of course," you assured, "You're not so bad yourself." you joked.  

      "I know, right?" He joked

      You let out a small laugh and reached up to stroke his rosey cheek.  You leaned in to each other for another sweet kiss. He pulled you to the couch by your hand.  He sat you down next to him and started a conversation. He told you about the band, how they were getting bigger and bigger.  You could tell he loved being in The Beatles, and he was proud of his success. He asked you about your life. You told him that you had just finished your first year of university, and you were visiting John.  You talked to him for hours. George was sweet, and charming, but he had this dark quality about him. He made sarcastic quips every chance he could. You loved that he had a sense of humor. He wasn't too serious, but if the conversation got a little more grave, his mood adjusted with it.

      While you are talking you remembered something.  "George, doesn't Ringo live with you, where is he?"

     "He does, He's out with Maureen right now."  he answered. You were relieved that Ringo wasn't there now, but he would make sneaking around a lit harder.  What if Ringo catches you?

       "George" you said nervously.  

       "Yes, love?"

        "What if," you say choking up a bit "What if we get caught.  John would kill us, and what if Ringo comes home and sees us what if-"  

     You were cut short by George's lips.  He pressed a soft loving kiss against your mouth.  "Love, I won't let us get caught." he assured, "I'd do anything to stay with you, I'll die before John laid a finger on you."  You nodded and looked into his eyes. You could see he meant it. "I won't hurt you, I've got you forever." he added.

       You were really falling for him hard.  He kissed you again, harder this time, and didn't pull away.  You kissed him back, letting him grab your waist. He was so attractive, and you wanted him so bad.  It was getting late and you knew would have to leave soon, but you decided to let this go on for a few more moments.  You also knew what he said earlier couldn't be true. All relationships end in someone hurt at some point, and you knew that by now.  

Part III

   The light peeking through the windows forced your eyes open.  You sit up when you realized that you aren't in your house. You looked around, the clock read 9:16, and you remembered that you were at John's house.  Memories started flooding back into your mind. you recalled sneaking out the night before to meet George. You cheeks became hot at the thought of last night.  You remembered back to the studio incident. Yesterday was amazing.

      John stepped out of his room into the living room.  "Good morning y/n" he said while stretching out his tired limbs.  " Ya hungry?" he asked before you had a chance to speak.

      "Goodmorning, yeah I am." you replied.  

      "Great, get dressed, there's a cafe around the corner."  You smiled. It wasn't unlike John to take you out, he was a good brother, but it was uncommon.  You rarely got the chance to spend time with him, so you were excited.

      At the cafe, you and John immediately started a nice conversation.  You sat in front of each other in a red plastic booth. You ordered breakfast, and waited patiently for the waiter to arrive. He asked you about your classes, and you proudly told him that you aced them all.  You started getting into conversation about college, and he avoided telling you anything that might get him in too much trouble.

      " What about you," he asked, "have you gotten yourself into trouble yet, ya'know, drank too much, snuck out?"  You choked on your iced tea as the words left his lips. "Cause i sure have." He added, not noticing your reaction.  

      "No, no," you lied, "I've just been enjoying myself, nothing too crazy yet." It was basically the truth, you hadn't done anything too crazy.  You only snuck out that one time. The conversation continued, and you tried your best not to seem suspicious.

      "I remember when I was your age I had a nasty break up." he told you, "it was a mess, I broke her heart."  You frowned.

     "I'm sorry." you said.  

      "I guess I'm just telling you to let you know boys are shit at that age.  They treat you wrong most of the time." he explained. "You're going to date someone, at some point, even though I don't want you to. I guess I just want you to know it's not so great out in the real world."  It was like he was reading your mind. He was hitting every point that resonated with you. Surely there was no way he knew what was happening.

      "Yeah," you said, slouching, "I'm gonna have to learn sooner or later aren't I?" you asked

      "Well i guess so." he replied "Some people don't have to learn the hard way, maybe you won't have to who's to say."  

      "Your right, maybe I'll meet a nice boy."  You say grinning.

      "Hm, There's a chance, a small one, but there's a chance." he said thinking out loud.

      After he says that, the waiter delivers the food.  You take a break from the conversation to stuff your faces.  But once you slow down, John starts questioning you again

      "So, you were talking to George, are you guys friends now?" He asked

      You tried hard not to look suspicious, and it seemed to work.  "Yeah, I suppose we just had a good conversation, that's all."

      "Good, good.  It's good if the boys aren't rude to you.  I'd have to beat them up if they were." He joked

      John continued sharing his wisdom with you.  He was still young and making mistakes, but he had made more than you.  He was the type to learn from his mistakes. Sometimes he makes the same mistake more than once, but at some point, somehow he always admits he's wrong.   You were listening to him closely, trying to accept the lessons he was teaching you. But it was hard because George was perfect. John was going on about how things will go wrong, but it really didn't seem like they wouldn't.  Maybe you were being naive, or maybe you were right.

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AN- Ahhhhh! How did you feel about all that? What did you like, what did you dislike? Any predictions? Anything you want to happen? Sorry for any mistakes.

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My therapist- John Lennon saying and I oop- as George squeezes passed him in the 60s isn't real, it cant hurt you

John Lennon saying and i oop- as George squeezes passed him in the 60s-

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All The Beatles Movies

A Hard Days Night-

Help! and MMT (the others don't work)-

Yellow submarine- free on amazon prime video

Let It be-

All of these links were safe, and worked great for me. If they dont work let me know.

Enjoy!

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