The Autograph : George Harrison x reader

Part 1

"Y/N!"

My mom's voice echoed through the house, I made my way downstairs, anxiety bubbling inside me. I reached the bottom step, my mom handed me the phone.

"Delilah is on the phone for you!" she exclaimed. Delilah and I have always been close. Our moms were best friends, so naturally we practically grew up together.

I took the phone, "Hey De, what's up?"

Delilah's voice came through the line, filled with urgency. "Can I come over in 2 minutes? It's super important," she said, her desperation evident.

Without hesitation, I replied, "Yeah, of course—" But before I could finish, Delilah interrupted me, her voice brimming with gratitude. "Great, thanks! See you soon!" And with that, she hung up, leaving me to find out what awaited.

I stood there, kinda shocked for a second, my mind racing to figure out what could be so urgent. And just as I gathered my thoughts, the front door rang, and I immediately knew who it was. She lived just around the corner but it was still scary how fast she arrived. I opened the door and was attacked by her affection.

'Y/N!' she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug. 'I have a huge emergency, and I need your help.'

We made our way up to my room, Delilah made herself at home, kicking off her shoes and plopping down on my bed. i wanted to create a comforting vibe, I selected a vinyl and carefully placed it on my record player. The melodies filled the room.

Delilah let out a sigh, her voice filled with distress. 'Oh, it's just so awful, Y/N,' she whined, her eyes welling up with tears.

I gave her a sympathetic look, 'What happened now?' I asked.

now sitting up straight, Delilah's voice trembled as she shared her heartbreak. 'I was supposed to go to the Beatles concert tonight! I had plans to wait outside the venue afterwards, hoping to get their autographs. But... my mom, you know her... she decided to go on a date night with her new boy-toy. Now I'm stuck watching my little brother..' She broke eye contact with me and fiddled with her thumbs.

Did she really come over to ask me to watch her brother while she went out? She knows very well that I don't have the best track record with watching kids, I got fired from my first ( and last) babysitting job for falling asleep.

"Oh de, I don't..." I protested, I saw her looking up at me with those hopeful eyes, wiping away a single tear that managed to escape. It was hard to resist her when she looked at me with her big blue eyes.

"That's why I came here," she said, batting her eyelashes at me. "I want you to go and get their autograph for me. Pleasee, y/n, pleaseee."

I sighed and reluctantly agreed. she had been a die-hard fan of this band since they hit it big. I may not have been as obsessed as she was, but I knew how much it meant to her.

"Ugh, fine, when is it?" I grumbled, already dreading the task ahead. Glancing at the clock on my wall, I realized it was already 7. Time was ticking.

Her mood instantly changed, and she chirped, "It should be over at 10!" The venue wasn't that far from my house, but i decided i should still leave early.

i arrived at 8 pm, it seemed like everyone else in town was eagerly waiting for the band as well. But by some miracle, i managed to squeeze my way to the front, giving me a clear view of the doors.

it felt like an eternity,who knows how much time has passed? Remembering i had a watch i glanced at it, the time read 10:18 pm, why things were taking so long? Doubts crept into my mind, questioning if i am even in the right place.

But suddenly, the screams of the people around me shattered my thoughts. The Beatles, were standing right before my eyes! In a hurry, i fumbled for the piece of paper i stuffed my pockets earlier.

George, one of the band members, took my paper. Locking eyes with me, he gave me a warm smile that sent a rush of emotions through my body causing my face to burn. He quickly scribbled on the paper and stuffed it back into my hand. Before i could fully process what had just happened, their security whisked them away.

Feeling a mix of excitement and disappointment, i realized i had only managed to get one autograph. As i made my way closer to my house, anticipation built up inside me. i couldn't wait to see the autograph.

...

It was a phone number...

Was it really his phone number? Why would he give it to me? The questions swirled in my mind, fueling my curiosity.

Finally, inside the comfort of my home, i sat on the stool next to the phone. The silence enveloped me as i held the paper with supposedly the George Harrison's phone number. my hands trembled as i dialed the digits, one by one, hoping for a connection. The phone rang, seemingly stretching out in time, teasing my nerves.

Then, the click of the phone being picked up, i was momentarily speechless, unable to believe that this might actually be happening.