george harrison imagines

faster ✨

it was 1979 and i was at a formula one race with my best friend krista. i intriguingly watched the many race car drivers speed around the figure 8 track when my eyes shifted to a slender looking man with the rest of the drivers who were waiting to go on the track.

"is that who i think it is?" i nearly died at the question, nudging my best friend. krista snapped out of her racy thoughts about jackie stewart before glancing my way,

"george harrison?! yes it is! oh my God!" she nearly panicked.

i laughed a bit while i stared at him. he looked delectable. slim waist, tiny rear end, long legs, mmm! if i wasn't mistaken, i was nearly drooling over this man as he walked past where krista and i were sitting.

i fanned myself as he walked past, when krista let out a wolf whistle. george glanced over his shoulder as his eyes briefly met mine. krista winked at him, as i hid my face from sheer embarrassment.

"krista!" i guffawed.

"what?? he's divorced anyways!" she quipped laughing a bit.

"yeah? from who?" i replied still giggling a bit.

"olivia arias. they just had a baby last year. she walked in on him getting head from ana suassé (pronounced swa-say) though." krista shrugged.

"jesus." i muttered.

***
while the game went on, i couldn't shake george from my system. there was something mysterious about him. maybe it was the fact he was newly divorced and had a year old baby? or maybe it was the fact that he had looked me in my eyes for a brief second. either way, i wanted him.

"want a drink or something?" i asked, glancing over towards krista.

"no no i'm good. thanks though." she smiled. i smiled and nodded as i stood up making my way over to the concession stand.

as i stood in line, waiting to place my order, a man stepped behind me, clearing his throat. i situated myself and when i looked over my shoulder, i saw george standing there. he was standing behind me!!.

"some whistle your friends got." he chuckled as i turned around,

"oh! uh yeah she's got quite the whistle. i'm uh sorry about that." i blushed out of embarrassment, turning my body fully towards him now.

"don't sweat it darling," he winked, "i've had far worse done to me." he smiled, those dimples showing.

i, once again blushed, before tucking some of my curly hair behind my ear, sticking my hand out, "i'm uh julia."

"julia? beautiful name. i'm george, but i assume you already knew that?" he winked, shaking my hand.

God! his grip was firm. i shook it as i nodded, giggling again, "y-yeah i did but it's ok. it's nice to meet you actually." i beamed.

"you too darling." he grinned. i blushed deeply, before turning around noticing the line was moving rapidly.

"well i'll catch you later george."

"yeah sure thing julia." he responded softly.

after i got my drink, i made my way back towards krista, smiling like an idiot.

"you ok there julia?" She trailed off raising her eyebrow.

"I just i just i just." I heaved as she laughed, wagging her head.

"you just what?" she giggled, making room for me.

"i just metgeorgeharrison." i gibberished.

"you what?" she furrowed her brows together