george harrison imagines

wipe my tears

THIS IMAGINE IS SAD AND INVOLVES A CRAZY PERSON SO PLS BARE WITH ME AND ENJOY~ JULIA❤️
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i never knew him. he never knew me. but on february 6, 1974, our paths crossed. i was working as an intern at a local recording studio, and he was a musician, that much i knew anyways. george harrison was his name, and occasionally i would see him in and out of the recording studio i worked at.

on this day, however, it was much different. something eerie seemed to swim around the air as he walked into the studio. he glanced at me briefly before stopping in front of me, "we've never properly met, have we?" his voice was low, nasly, but somehow very raspy and scouse. i loved it.

i shook my head before the man cracked a smile, sticking his hand out, "your name?"

"it's julia gardner, mr. harrison." i shook his hand. george winked at me, my heart fluttering. i reddened at the sudden contact of our hands.

"well miss. julia gardner, welcome to a&m dark horse recording studio." he grinned.

"thank you very much mr. harrison." i beamed, returning to my files.

as the day dragged along, i did what i needed to do before a young man walked into the studio. he looked like he was in dire need of something and it struck me as soon as this individual walked into a&m.

he glanced around the place before gazing at me, "where's mr. harrison? we have a meeting today at 2." he spoke, his voice gravelly. it scared me a bit as i went to stand up,

"can I have your name please?" i questioned, looking over this guy's attire quickly. he wore long baggy jeans, a shirt covered in holes, and open toed sandals.

"billy hunch." he grunted.

"right, well mr. harrison has nothing down here for a mr. billy hunch, so. you can just wait right here and i'll grab him." i replied as the man walked a bit closer to me, he stunk of liquor and for some reason that enticed him.

he grabbed my arm a bit while i tried to break free. he only tightened his grip around my arm before he leaned in to whisper in my ear, "you're his guinea pig, sweetie. nothing is real. nothing you think is real is real. he just wants his cock sucked and you're the lucky lady he's chosen. now, are you willing to repent your sins? george has to repent his sins!" he yelled as George came out of his office with billy preston, mick jagger, olivia arias, and a couple others.

i was terrified at this point. george and mick, as well as everyone else rushed over to help me, "who the fuck are you? let her go!" george insisted as the man whipped out a knife, plunging me in the chest.

i screamed as i fell down. george screamed as well as he went to help me before the man lunged the knife into georges back. george also screamed as he fell beside me. mick grabbed a lamp that was on the desk and swung it over the intruder's head as billy and him kicked the man down. olivia rushed to call the ambulance as george and i bled out on the floor.

i was gasping for air as leon russell and ronnie wood assisted us with our wounds. the intruder at this point, was unresponsive as the ambulance pulled up escorting george and i to a nearby hospital.

the man was taken into custody as a deranged person who's real name was michael abram. he had allegedly been sent out on this quest by God to kill george harrison and unfortunately him and i got the runt of that. george and i shared a room as occasionally we would talk to each other.

it was the night of february 6, i turned my head to look at him. he looked so peaceful after the unfortunate attack on both of us. george looked over at me with a weak smile, "what you did today was very brave, jules."

"i didn't do much," i guffawed, hurting myself in the process, "ow, it was you."

he shook his head a bit, "it was us. how about that?" he winked.

i nodded with a light blush and smile before i looked down his body, "how's your back?"

"it hurts like hell, but we'll be alright jay. how's your chest?" he replied, closing his eyes a bit before opening his dark eyes looking at me.

"hurts yeah. we will be ok." i confirmed.

george grinned a bit, "thank God he missed that artery on the both of us or else we'd both be dead."

"yeah thank God is right. i'm only 21, i can't imagine dying now." i spoke softly.

"aw you're young jay. i'm 31 and i don't want to die now either." he responded.

"well billy, olivia, and mick were very brave. leon and ronnie were brave too." i smiled, george nodded in agreement.

suddenly a nurse walked into the room, "hey you two. how are you guys doing?"

"i'm fine." george whispered.

"i'm alright thank you." i replied gently.

"well good news for the both of you, you'll be able to leave within a week or two. we'll make sure the two of you are all healed up and ready to function normally like you used to. luckily, the wound on either of you wasn't fatal, but he did do some serious damage. julia, you are extremely lucky because if he would have hit you in the same spot again, you would have been dead. george, if he would have been an inch deeper, you'd also be dead." nurse wilma replied as i burst into tears. george and nurse wilma looked at me,

"oh honey don't cry. it's alright. you're extremely lucky." she smiled.

"thank God. thank God him and i are alright." i smiled as i wiped my tears.

"yes." she grinned as she began feeding him and i our evening meals.

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two weeks later, george and i were back to normal. we were at the studio with everyone else as i looked at george, billy, mick, olivia, etc.

"george and i are extremely lucky to be alive right now. we wouldn't of been here if it weren't for you guys, so george and i decided to give you guys this- show them george!" i grinned as george pulled up a curtain showing everyone a cruise ship getaway.

"enjoy it guys!" I smiled.

"oh thank you guys!" olivia blushed.

"of course!" george grinned.

"thank you." mick, billy, and leon smiled.

"yeah thanks guys." ronnie grinned.

george and i looked at each other with a mischievous smile before looking back at them, "of course guys. it's for the summertime, but you guys are all booked up and ready to go." i beamed.

everyone smiled as i looked at george, who put his thumb up, "we did it jules."

"yes we did george."

he walked closely to me, grasping my hand as he intertwined our fingers, kissing the top of our conjoined hands, "here's to new friendship."

"yes." i winked.

for the rest of the day we all installed security cameras, so we can hopefully prevent another michael abram situation.