Imagine... The Beatles

How George Met His Love

George Imagine :||

George was running, running farther and farther away from his home. His family, whom he loved dearly, are driving him mad! Bonkers, crazy, any word would do. He kept running, driving the thoughts of his family out if his mind.

You are running as well. But from something different. Your father, whom loved you, was, well, IS a drunk. And not the way you would expect a drunk to act. No, when he was drunk, he abused you. Emotionally, physically, and on rare occasions, sexually. You kept running.

Then, BANG! You make contact with another being, falling on the ground, with the person on top of you. "I'm terribly sorry! I wasn't watching where I was.. woah." says a male voice, getting up off you. He held out a hand, and helped you up.

George didn't know what to think. He thought you where beautiful, gorgeous, pretty, just amazing! He felt really bad for running into you. He looked at your sun dress, with it's blue and white colors. He looked at himself. A 17 year old small boy dressed in jeans, white T-shirt, leather jacket, sneakers, and of course a quiff.

You thought George was handsome looking, with his quiff, and his cheekbones, you swore they could cut right through diamonds. He had a nice profile, and then you remembered that hideous bruise on your arm. You try to cover it, but are too late.

"What happened to your arm, love?" George ask. You look down at the ground. "Um, my father punched me." you say, looking back up at him. He stood there stunned. "What?" he says, concern filling his expression. "By the way, my names Y /N." you say, trying to drop the subject.

George nods, and smiles. "I'm George Harrison." he says. You tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear, and blush. "So, would you like to walk with me?" George ask. You smile, and nod. "Gear." George says, walking by your side.

"So, are you musical?" George ask. You smile. "I play the guitar, piano, cello, and drums." you say, giggling, wishing to have your guitar with you. George smiles, "I play guitar! It what I do best!" he says, pulling a pick out of his pocket. You laugh.

It was dark by the time George had decided to take you home to his house for the night, considering the fact your father is a drunk, he was concerned. As he opens the door, a bunch of feet scamper towards the door.

"Oh, Geo! Your back! Your.... you brought a girl home?" a woman says, most likely his mother. "Mum, this is Y /N, she's going to have to stay here for tonight. Her dads drunk, and abusive." George says.

"And that's how their relationship began!" Paul says, finishing of the story. Cheers erupt, and Paul lifts his glass in the air. "To George and Y/N!" he says. You and George roll your eyes. Paul always loved to tell how the relationship began at weddings.

The End.
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