George Imagine :||
Aw! Paris! The City of Love.
That's where you and George ran into each other. Like really, ran into each other.
George was running from fans, and you where running away from work.
"Ow." you say, rubbing your head. "I'm dreadfully sorry, miss!" a familiar voice says. He takes your hand, and helps you up. "You're... You're George Harrison!" you gasp. He places his hand on your mouth.
George smiles. "What's your name?" he ask. "My names Y/N." you say, blushing. He grabs the back of your neck, and kisses you. "Sorry, you're just to pretty." George says, blushing. He grabs your waist, and kisses you again.
--2 years later--
"You may kiss the bride." the priest says, as you kiss George under the Eiffel Tower.
The End.
Dedicated to ringothewalrus , BeatlesMonkees4Life , SmilingDiana , and lilibethcobarrubia . You guys are the best! I was rushing on this, and that's why it sucks. Please Vote and Comment! I loves you all!!
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