The Autograph : George Harrison x reader

part 2

I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves.

"Um... hello?"
I hesitantly spoke, my voice barely above a whisper. There was a painfully long pause, and then I finally heard his voice.

"Hello, pretty girl,"

he said, his words dripping with charm. My cheeks instantly turned crimson, feeling the heat rise. I was so taken aback that I momentarily forgot how to respond. He broke the silence once again.

"What's the matter, love? Cat got your tongue now?" he teased, his voice filled with a playful tone. I stumbled over my words, trying to regain my composure. "Um... no, I'm sorry. It's just... it's not every day someone famous gives me their number," I managed to say, my thoughts still in a jumble.

"Why's that? You're absolutely stunning," he complimented, his words leaving me feeling both flattered and overwhelmed.

I felt a mix of nerves and excitement as I mustered up the courage to ask him, "Why did you give me your number?" I hesitated, hoping that my question wouldn't scare him off. He replied, "So I could ask you out, darling. Girls like you are hard to come by. and i'm sorry love but i haven't gotten your name yet?"

Quickly, I responded, "Y/N,"

"Y/N... " he repeated "what a beautiful name." The way he said my name sent shivers down my spine, making me feel even weaker. "How about tomorrow night I come by? Let me take you out. How does that sound, Y/N?"

My heart skipped a beat as I anxiously bit my lip and replied, "I would like that a lot, George." Despite my mom's warnings about going out with strangers, George didn't feel strange at all. I shared my address with him and ended the call, feeling starstruck and forgetting about Delilah...

Oh, God, Delilah! It completely slipped my mind that I was supposed to call her after! And I didn't even get the autograph she had requested. Well, maybe I could ask George for one tomorrow...

As I heard the sound of the clock striking, I realized how late it was. I knew I had to look absolutely perfect tomorrow for George. The anticipation and anxiety were building up inside me.

George said he would pick me up at 6pm. i set my alarm for 8 am giving me 10 hours to look flawless for him. i laid in bed, adrenaline still rushing through my veins as i tried to get sleep. i fantasized about tomorrow. what if he kissed me? i've never kissed anyone before. do i need to practice? that's silly, how do you even practice kissing?

all these questions raced through my mind until i finally woke up. i reached over and turned off my alarm. i slipped out of bed and headed to the shower.

i scrubbed and shaved every inch of my body, making sure everything was perfect. i must've been in there too long because my dad started to pound on the door. "just a second!!" i mumbled with my tooth brush in my mouth. i hurriedly finished and went back to my room. i sat in front of my vanity, looking deeply at my face . i got my tweezers and began plucking at stray eyebrow hairs. once my eyebrows were tame, I started to work on my skin, i used face masks, serums, everything under the sun so my skin was glowing and beautiful.

Alright, time to tackle my hair, I unwrapped the towel, letting my dark, long locks fall down. I knew I needed something simple today because managing my hair could be a challenge. I grabbed my blow dryer and went to work, drying my hair until it was completely dry.

Next up, I reached for my straightener and carefully straightened my black hair, making sure it looked sleek and polished. I paid extra attention to my bangs, fixing them so they sat perfectly on my forehead.

With my hair all set, I grabbed a stack of magazines and started flipping through them, searching for some makeup inspiration. After a bit of searching, I found a look that caught my eye - a pretty and easy one to recreate. It was nothing too crazy, just some basic eyeliner paired with fluttery lashes. Simple yet stunning.

There was a gentle knock on my bedroom door, and my mom entered with a curious expression. "Hey, hon, what's with the makeup? Do you have a date?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Um, yeah, actually," I replied, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.

Her eyes widened with surprise. "Why haven't I met this boy yet? Who is he? Don't you think you're too young?" she continued, expressing her concerns.

"Mom, I turned 18 last month. I'll be fine," I groaned, feeling a bit frustrated by her protective nature.

She inhaled sharply, taking a moment to process my response, and then left the room.

there was just one last thing i had to do and it was to find an outfit . i went with a red dress that fell just above my knees, the sleeves were long and the neckline showed some cleavage but little enough so it was still modest. i paired it with a black headband and black shoes.

George would be arriving any minute now, and the anticipation was building up inside me. I sat on my bed, eagerly awaiting the sound of the doorbell. My foot tapped anxiously as the seconds seemed to stretch on. And then, right on time at 6 o'clock, I heard that familiar sound of my doorbell. Without wasting a second, I rushed downstairs and open the door, to see George standing there.