Imagine... The Beatles

Taxman

George Imagine :||

"180 Pounds!" you shout. No way! You can't own that much for water that month. Ugh, stupid tax. You walk over to your phone, and dial George Harrison's number.

"Hello?" George's familiar voice says. "Hi." you say, smiling at his voice. "Oh! Hi Y/N! I was about to call you and ask you to come to Tea!" George says. "I'll be there soon, see you in a bit." you say. "I'll be waiting." George says. "Bye."

"Bye, love!" George says. You hang up. Soon your at George's house, and give the secret knock. "Tap!" you knock on the door. George takes your arm and pulls you in. "Just to be safe." he says, giving you a goofy smile.

"George, the taxman is making me pay 180 pounds! It's crazy!" you say. "Taxes stink. I got an idea! I need paper and pencil! Song is coming!" George says.

"Let me tell you how it will be. There's one for you nineteen for me." George sings. "I like it so far." you say. "Well, you've always been my inspiration." George says. You blush. George grabs your waist and kisses you.

"I love you..." George says, confessing his love. "I love you too." you say, kissing back.

The End.
Yes, crappy. But it's sweet in a way. Dedicated to the wonderful bohemianfreddie ! Amazing supporter! Follow her please! Loves you all! Oh, and Vote and Comment!