60s-2000s: Rock n Metal Imagines/Oneshots

George Harrison

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It was a calm afternoon on one breezy autumn day in Liverpool. The schools around the city had just got over, allowing the students to break free from the prison grounds that were their school buildings.

The neighborhoods were now energetic with frenzied liveliness because after all, it was the weekend in Liverpool. Children of all ages were seen roaming the neighborhoods, either it be a bunch of primary schoolers bicycling around, a group of teenage girls lurking near the parlour or a group of young adult boys playing cricket.

Amongst the crazy crowd, I saw myself making my way to my house from school, a faint smile on my lips as I observed the frenzied bodies. The stroll from school to home was a great one, for my best friend, George Harrison, always escorted me.

George was my best mate, and much more than that. First, he became my neighbour- the silent boy who lived across the street and played guitar. Second, he became my locker neighbour as well and soon, we started chitchatting and bonded over various subjects, where music was the highlight of our interests. And before I knew it, we were inseparable mates.

George and my friendship, throughout our school years and still now in our last year, bloomed into greatness and perhaps even more. To the world, George was a shy and quite guy who happened to be a guitarist in a local band- The Quarrymen. But to me, he was a complete sweetheart who cracked lame but funny jokes and cared for everything that surrounded him.

Due to his natural charm, I couldn't help but feel an immense tug of love for him. Indeed he was my best friend, yes- but I would shamefully admit that I had the biggest crush on him.

He had the fluffiest mob of hair on his head, the sharpest of jaws and the most beautiful set of eyes I have ever laid my own eyes on. He was funny, quick witted, handsome and most importantly- he knew me inside out. It was a resolute decision of mine to fall head over heels for him.

Every time in school between classes, George and I would hang out and discuss among fits of laughter how bad our lessons were. Most times, it occured to me that George silently took a liking in a beautiful redhead of our school, Lily. Of course- she was the petite and pretty one. Many boys liked her and it was no mystery why George would fall for her as well.

Inside, I crumbled into pieces upon this discovery, but on the outside, I remained bold and positive for George. There's nothing I would do to dampen my best friend's feelings, even if it meant trampling on my own.

In fact, that was what we were discussing on our walk back home.

"Lily's got straight As in Advanced Maths, have you noticed?" George was talking with an absent smile on his face, displaying his pointed canines.

I grumbled at the statement, openly showcasing my dislike for the petite princess. "Yes, I've seen. It's not like she struggles, ain't it? She's perfect in every sense."

George laughed at my response, shaking his head as he jogged to keep up with my rapid pace, his satchel strapped across his shoulders. "Perfect in every sense- how so?"

"You said it yourself, Geo. Don't act so surprised." I shot with a smirk. "Miss Lily is good in studies, better in looks and best in bed. Isn't that what every other guy says?"