george harrison imagines

that lead guitarist

he stared at me while i looked through a catalog of things we could do. he cleared his throat as i glanced at him, smiling.

"put that boring thing down so i can look at you." he whined, while i placed the magazine down, looking at him fully.

"you're so beautiful." he grinned as i blushed,

"stop it george. i'm blushing." i giggled as i shyly hid my face.

he smiled as he moved my hands from my face, kissing me ever so softly. i melted into his embrace as i hummed against his lips.

"you're so beautiful julia. how did i get so lucky?" he whispered while he stroked my dark curly hair.

i shrugged as he held me closely as the two of us cuddled on my bed. i don't know how i got so lucky either, but i knew that that lead guitarist sure had a way with words.