Something | Starrison [✖️]

Chapter ten

Warning: some sexual tension ahoy!

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"If I give my heart... to you... I must be sure from the very start that you would love me more than her~" George sang, his eyes travelling across the page. "Cause I couldn't stand the pain, and I, would be sad if our new love... was in vain!"

"How is it?" John asked, a bit nervous.

"Paul would love it, Johnny." George grinned at him. "You know he's a sucker for love songs."

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"YOU GOTTA GO AND GET ANGRY AT MY HONESTY~"

Rachel groaned and buried her head underneath Paul's One Direction pillows. It was too bloody early.

"YOU KNOW I TRIED BUT I DON'T DO WELL WITH APOLOGIES~"

"Paul stop please for the love of motherfucking Jesus!"

"YEAH! IS IT TOO LATE NOW TO SAY SORRY? CAUSE I'M MISSING MORE THAN JUST YOUUURR BOOOODY!"

"Paul it's too early!"

"I TAKE EVERY SINGLE PIECE OF THE BLAME IF YOU WANT ME TOO!"

Martha began to howl together with Paul's off-key singing. Rachel prayed to whatever supreme being there was just to fucking stop Paul singing.

"IS IT TOO LATE TO SAY SORRY NOW?"

"Yes it's too late to fucking say sorry if you won't fucking stop!" She yelled.

"And I thought trans girls don't get periods?" Paul wondered out loud, his head popping out of the bathroom door. Water from his wet hair dripped into the carpet. "Oh well, I'll stop."

"My sweet Lord!" She gasped out in relief.

"I'VE GOT FIRE FOR A HEART I'M NOT SCARED OF THE DARK!"

"Sweet Jesus..." She murmured. "Paul no more!"

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Geo Harrison: uhm about those guitar lessons? 🎸🎼

Rachel immediately bounced up at the familiar ringtone she specially assigned to George. It was an 8-bit version of the song Something. Her heart fluttered (yes, fluttered) when flashes of the Christmas gathering appeared in her mind.

Rachie Starkey: 🤔well what time do you want?

Geo Harrison: 😁after lunch? your flat isn't that far anyway

A smile formed in her lips.

Rachie Starkey: after lunch sounds good 👌🏻🎸😄😻

Rachie Starkey: oh shit sorry *😹 my finger slipped

Geo Harrison: 😅 no prob Rach

Geo Harrison: oh woops i meant *gorgeous 😙

Her eyes widened. He called her gorgeous? Rachel felt her face warm up.

Rachie Starkey: shut up gear

Rachie Starkey: damn autocorrect it was supposed to be *daddy👄😉😚

Rachie Starkey: pick one daddy George or sir?

Geo Harrison: hot fucking damn

Geo Harrison: daddy kink!?

Geo Harrison: im rlly speechless

Geo Harrison: motherfucking daddy kink

Geo Harrison: does paul know about this?

Rachie Starkey: nope

Rachie Starkey: daddy

Rachie Starkey: or should i call you sir?

Rachie Starkey: idk pick one

Geo Harrison: fck

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"Rach! Have you seem my hairbrush? Rach! Raaach!"

She snapped back to reality. "O-Oh uh... I think you left it on your cabinet thingy."

Paul crossed his arms. "It's called a vanity, Rach. And why the fuck are you red as a strawberry field?"

She glared at him and grabbed a personally-signed-by Zayn Malix life size pillow and hid her face.

"I may or may have not sexted with Gear..." She mumbled, twidling her thumbs together.

"What?!"

"Uh---"

He dove into the bed and snatched her phone before she could protest. He read the texts then his cheeks turned pink. "Congratulations you have found George's achilles heel."

"I-I--- He likes being called daddy?" She bit her lip. "I... Fuck..."

Paul glanced at the wall clock. "Shit, it's thirty minutes to twelve. Go shower or I'm gonna have to haul your ass up." He shoved her into the bathroom. "Also, yeah George likes roleplaying. Now shower before your daddy gets here!"

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Author's note: yes i like daddy kink fuck you guys 😂😂😂😂  okay continue 😚😅😙

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"Ey John I'm heading off to Paul's for a bit!" George called out from the doorway, fixing the strap of his guitar.

"Eh?" John looked up from his notebook. He was still working on songs dedicated to Paul. "Why're you bringing your guitar, Gear?"

He shrugged. "I'm going to uh teach Rach how to play."

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Daddy.

Fucking daddy.

He exhaled and fixed his guitar strap again. It was slipping of his shoulder.

Daddy.

He could imagine her soft voice saying that word. The way the word would roll of her tongue like dah-dee.

George bit his lip and continued walking. Rachel Starkey would be the death of him.

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When the door opened, Paul practically pulled him in. He yanked his collar to him, earning a choked 'ack!' from the younger.

"I--- Where's Rach?"

Paul pouted. "You don't want my company? And yeah, she's still dressing up---" Then he broke into a grin. "---for her daddy."

George widened his eyes. "You saw that?"

"I see everything..." Paul did some kind of weird hand gesture. "And before you go in, you should knock."

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He knocked on the door. He heard a blowdryer turn off.

"Who is it? Paulie?"

He cleared his throat. "It's George."

"Oh uh... come in!"

He opened the door to see an angel. Literally. Her hair was dried and it was fluffed up on her shoulders. Her bangs were swept to the side, framing her lovely face.

Rachel's eyes were bright blue as ever, a thin line of eyeliner accenting it. She was wearing skinny jeans that showed off her legs and another one of Paul's sweaters that looked so cute on her. She turned, facing him, then that ever adorable blush appeared on her cheeks.

Their eyes met, deep blue and chestnut brown.

She grinned at him, that gorgeous grin of hers. "Hi daddy."

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Oh uh yeah

Daddy kink :D

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