Beatles Imagines (Slow Uploads) [Temporarily Discontinued]

Talking to you (George)

I stood at the bar. Waiting on my drinks. I was listening to the band on stage. They were relatively popular, and they had a fan club made of screaming girls at the front of the stage. The room smelled faintly of urine. My guess was the fan club at the front was the reason the smell of urine was there.

I grabbed my drink and moved to a table located in the corner. I was just people watching. It was more entertaining than television. There were the dancers, the screaming girls, and there were people like me, just watching.

I looked up at the stage to look at the band. They were dancing around the stage. Smiling at each other, dancing, overall having a great time. One of them made eye contact with me for a second as he was dancing. He gave me a little wink before going back to laughing with his band mates. I got a glance from a lighter haired bandmate, he held a little smirk on his face, that turned into a smile as he turned away from me and back to the original man. The bass player looked over at me, no smirk. All the bass player did was look at me with a small smile. He looked back at the first man, and back at me a few times. The drummer was the only guy to not look over at me and lock eyes. He seemed to be scanning the room nevertheless.

-time Skip brought to you by Starman, which has nothing to do with the Beatles but that song is stuck in my head 🙃-

The band took a break and jumped down from the stage. Girls screamed and swarmed them. I just chuckled and shook my head slightly. I stopped paying attention and my attention went to the table, my fingers traced lines on the table. Someone pulled our the chair across from me, startling me and causing me to look up. It was the man who winked at me.

"Hello." He greeted me, sitting down in the chair. I was a little taken aback with how he just sat down in front of me.

"Hi there." (Read That in Doug from Up's voice)

"Couldn't help but see you staring up at me," he grinned a crooked grin.

"Well you started it," I looked at the table, my face heating up.

"My name is George."

"I'm y/n." I smiled and looked away from him, something about him couldn't let me look at him without blushing hardcore. My eyes traveled to the other side of the room where girls were looking at me with anger, and there was a lot of conversation going on as they glared over, while half of them looked at George. "I don't think your fan club likes the fact that you're talking to me." I nodded at the girls.

George turned to see all the girls, who all looked away at the same time. "Well I'm not talking to them right now, I'm talking to you." He turned back to me, smiling.

-time skip brought to you by me now knowing how to have a conversation-

George stood up from the table, "promise you won't go anywhere? I want to take you to dinner."

"I promise."

"Perfect" he walked back to the stage, grabbing his guitar and getting ready to perform. All I did was look up at him and smile.

This was short and I apologize but I hope you all enjoy!

Stay Lovely 😊