The Autograph : George Harrison x reader

Part 3

tw!! light drug usage!!!

His face illuminated under the warm glow of my porch light, and a smile instantly spread across his lips when he caught sight of me. "You look absolutely stunning," he complimented, his words making my heart flutter.

I tried to suppress the grin that was threatening to take over my face as I asked, "So, where are you taking me to tonight?"

He teased, "It's a surprise." He reached out for my hand, and I intertwined my fingers with his. He lead to his car, a breathtaking Ferrari 275 GTS.

He opened the car door for me, his eyes filled with admiration as I stepped inside. He circled around to the driver's side and settled in, starting the engine with a gentle hum. As we began to drive.

After a short drive, he parked at the nearby park.

"The park?" I questioned, a hint of concern in my voice. "Won't you risk be recognized?" The park, especially in the evening was a common spot for couples.

With a reassuring smile, he responded, "Don't worry, I'll take you to a secret spot. Just promise me you won't share it with anyone else."

A warm smile spread across my face as I replied, "Then it will be our secret spot."

He took hold of my hand, leading me towards a bush. With a gentle push, he revealed a hidden path, made amidst the trees and bushes. It was a narrow passage, but we managed to navigate through it without a single snag on my dress.

The scene before us was truly breathtaking, view of a tranquil stream nestled amidst a canopy of trees. George guided me towards a cozy blanket that he had must've prepared beforehand. As we settled down, his gaze met mine, delving into the depths of my eyes.

As I gazed into the distance, my heart yearned for him to break the silence. And just as I hoped, he finally spoke up. "Did you catch our concert last night?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

My cheeks flushed with nervousness as I replied, "Um... actually, I was trying to get you guys' autograph for a friend. She's a huge fan, like, crazy about you."

A playful smirk danced across his face as he responded, "Oh, really? How does she feel about you going on a date with a Beatle?"

I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as I admitted, "Um, actually, I haven't told her yet..."

"I've been so caught up with everything, I just haven't found the time," I confessed, my voice tinged with a hint of regret.

His response was a subtle nod, accompanied by a shift closer to me. My heart quickened as I turned my face towards him, our eyes meeting in a moment of intense connection. His hand gently cupped my cheek, the moonlight casting a beautiful glow in his eyes.

A silent understanding passed between us as he looked at my lips, his desire unmistakable. With a tender lean, he pressed his lips against mine, a gentle and passionate kiss that sent shivers down my spine. As he pulled away, his gaze locked with mine, silently seeking affirmation.

Without hesitation, I responded by pulling him back in, my actions speaking louder than any words could convey.

As he gently pulled away, his gaze locked with mine. I couldn't help but smile, and to my delight, he returned it with a warm and genuine smile of his own.

He casually reached into his pocket, retrieving a joint. My eyes fixated on the small roll of paper, a mix of curiosity and uncertainty swirling within me. I glanced back at him, unsure of what to say or how to react.

"What? Have you never done this?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of surprise. I took a moment to gather my thoughts before responding honestly, "No... I haven't..."

"Oh gosh, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he stammered,

I couldn't help but smile, wanting to reassure him. "No, really, it's okay," I said, my smile turning into a big grin.

He let out a relieved sigh, his tension easing. With a confident gesture, he held the joint up to his mouth and ignited it. Inhaling deeply, he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his eyes fixed on me.

And then, unexpectedly, he offered, "Do... you wanna try it?" His words hung in the air, an invitation tinged with curiosity.

I extended my hand, and he delicately placed the joint in my fingers. He offered guidance, his voice gentle and reassuring. "Just put it in your mouth and breathe in through your mouth. But remember, don't take too much or you might cough."

I followed his instructions, inhaling slowly. The smoke seared the back of my throat, causing my eyes to water and my face to flush with warmth. "Oh my god, exhale!" he exclaimed, concern in his voice.

I exhaled, forcefully pushing the smoke out of my lungs, but it triggered a fit of coughing. I doubled over, my body convulsing with each cough. "Oh, you're okay love, it's okay" he comforted me, wrapping his arms around me, offering support as I coughed up a storm.

Once I finished coughing up a lung, he laid me down on his lap, cradling my head between his legs. I tilted my gaze upward, mesmerized by the vast expanse of the night sky. In that moment, a wave of relaxation washed over me, unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Everything seemed to glow with a newfound brilliance, as if the world had become more vibrant and alive. It was a truly euphoric sensation.

As I lay there, he tenderly twirled his fingers through my hair, his eyes filled with admiration. "Y/N, you're so beautiful under the stars," he whispered, his words carrying a sense of awe and wonder.

Together, we watched the enchanting dance of fireflies, their ethereal glow illuminating the night under the vastness of space above us. He spoke about the Beatles, the places he's seen, sharing anecdotes and stories that filled the air. i listened as the soothing hum of nature enveloped me.

We remained in that peaceful state, the passage of time slipping away unnoticed. Eventually, he broke the tranquility, "I should probably get you home, love. It's getting late," he said, standing up and offering me a helping hand.

He led me back to his car, opening the door for me once again. As I settled in, he leaned down and placed a tender kiss on my forehead. Throughout the drive, his hand rested gently on top of mine, providing a comforting connection.

When we arrived at my doorstep, he walked me to the door, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. "I'll call you tomorrow, beautiful," he whispered before turning to make his way back to his car.

I open the door, only to be met with my mother's barrage of questions. "Who were you with? You've been gone for hours! Who is this boy? What is that smell? Have you been smoking, Y/N?" I meet her gaze, feeling annoyance and exhaustion. "Mom, you'll meet him tomorrow," I groan, hoping to appease her. She gives me a displeased look before going upstairs.

I decide to call Delilah. She answers cheerfully,. "I haven't heard from you in a day! Did you get the autographs?" she asks eagerly. I bite my lip, deciding to be completely honest with her. The phone number, the date with George and the kiss. There's a long silence on the phone, and then I hear the click of the call ending. She must be angry, but I'm not sure why.

Feeling too tired and too high to change, I stumble upstairs and collapse onto my bed, still dressed in my makeup and dress. Exhaustion takes over, and I drift into a deep sleep.