Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on! (The Beatles X Reader)

Chapter 23 (The George Ending)

"Who first?" Paul asked, tapping the book.

Y/N joyfully flipped through the book wondering who she wanted to see first. Paul was right in front of her, but what about John, Ringo, or...George! That's who she wanted to see. His kindness and quiet demeanor had been such a pleasant change of pace for her.

"I want to see George." She said, softly as Paul pointed to a purple door covered in flowers. She walked over to it and turned the knob. Inside was a large greenhouse that held glowing flowers and plants. George was watering a couple sunflowers when she walked in.

"Y/N?" He smiled, walking over to her. He immediately handed her some seeds and pointed to some empty soil in the back of the greenhouse. She stood there confused for a moment. "What are you waiting for? Go plant some seeds!" George laughed, returning to his watering. Y/N gave a small chuckle as she walked over to where he had previously pointed. She used her hands to dig through the dirt and cautiously place the seeds in the soil. You patted the soil over the seed and George came over to water the seeds. 

"What seeds are these?" She asked, watching George put the watering can down. 

"Sunflowers." He smirked. Of course they were. 

"Why am I not surprised?" Y/N replied with a laugh. George and her walked down the isles of flowers and plants. The bloomed and blossomed like the shining sun and waving waters. They were paints that covered every inch of the room. 

"Can I see the album?" George asked, nodding to the book that sat under your arm. 

"Oh! Right..." She laughed, handing him the book. He flipped through the pages, trying his best not to get them dirty due to his dirt covered hands. He stopped at a section titled, "George's garden of pictures for Y/N." 

"Remember when we all sang in your apartment?" He asked, pointing to a photo of Y/N singing with George and the others. 

"That's all we ever did." She replied, pointing at the other pictures that were exactly the same. 

"Exactly!" George walked over to a pot of orchids and watered them. He then picked one and gave it to her. She blushed, taking the flower with a smile. 

"Thank you." 

"Thank you for the enjoyment I had in my early life." George smiled, flipping through more pages as he hummed to himself. 

"You don't need to thank me for that." She replied, following him around the room. He shrugged, pointing to a picture in the book. It was a photograph of him singing his "Got My Mind Set On You" song. Y/N recognized the song because of how...interesting the music video was. 

"I'm very proud of that one. I thought you would like to hear it." George said, rushing over to a cupboard. He opened it to reveal his glistening guitar. 

"I do really like that song." 

"I had a hunch you did." 

"Really?" 

"Well, the song does remind me of you." 

"How so?" 

"Well..." George strapped his guitar on and played a warm up chord progression. 

"I got my mind set on you." He began, strumming his guitar. It was strange to hear the song being played acoustically, but Y/N was complaining. "I got my mind set on you." 

"I got my mind set on you." She added, "I got my mind set on you." George smiled, doing a little dance which made Y/N laugh. It felt as if all the flowers were watching them as they danced to George's guitar playing. Y/N thought back to the diner when she sang with George and Ringo. It felt as if her entire time that she was in the past that everything was a musical. Why was that exactly? She had never thought of the Beatles as a musical type group. Which she meant that they acted as if they lived in some...High School Musical. 

"You alright?" George asked, noticing her staring into space.  

"Oh! Yes...I'm fine." She blushed, embarrassed. He continued strumming his guitar and they continued the song. As she flipped through more pages, she stopped on a page that held a note written to her by George. He noticed what she was looking at and quickly tried to stop her. The room began to shift and George was young again. She froze in confusion and George yanked the paper away. 

"You don't need to see this..." He whispered, glancing at the letter in his hands. 

"Maybe I do." She pressed, but he didn't seem to want to talk to her about it. 

"That was written a long time ago..." He said, looking at his hands. They were younger. "What just happened?" 

"You changed." She replied, staring at him. He clenched his fists and crumbled the paper, placing it in his pocket. His flowers began to wilt and fade, making George scream and cry in agony. Y/N walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He reached over and hugged her. She felt the guitar crash into her, but she didn't mind as George cried into her shoulder. 

"But it's gonna take money..." He whispered, "A whole lotta spendin' money." 

"It's gonna take plenty of money. To do it right, child." Y/N grabbed a packet of seeds from a small box George had in the corner. Giving it to him, he wiped away his tears and sat in front of a dead flower. He unrooted it and placed the seed where it once was. He then proceeded to stare at it. 

"It's gonna take time. A whole lotta precious time. It's gonna take patience and time..." George continued to stare at the seed. Y/N brought a watering can over and poured some on to the seed. 

"To do it right?" She asked, sitting next to him. He leaned his head on her shoulder. His hair was shorter again and wore a suit. The same fumbling George was back...for better and for worse. 

"To do it right." He smiled, taking her hand. He traced small circles on her palm as he watched the flower slowly blossom in front of him. The other plants around him began to slowly bloom as well. He turned to Y/N, giving her a knowing look. "I missed you." 

"Me too." She replied, giving him a warm smile. 

"Are you here to stay?" He asked. 

"Always." She placed a kiss on his forehead which made him blush. 

"Good." Is all he said as he tried to hide his blushing face. They sat in silence for a long time. They waited for the plants to regrow themselves and George was beginning to age back to normal. "I want to do something before I become old again." 

"What?" She asked as George kissed her. Now she had a blush and a laughter built between the two of them. "That was...interesting." 

"I knew you would...what's the phrase...care less about it?" He joked as the flowers reached max bloom and he was back to his usual self. 

"I loved it." 

"You always had a way with words."

"Very funny." The two sat together for a little longer as they thought about what the future held. 

"Do you think we will have more adventures?" He asked. 

"Knowing us...definitely." She replied and the two hugged.