The Autograph : George Harrison x reader

Part 5

content warning, very very light smut

it was still night when I was startled by a tapping sound at my window. Slowly, I opened my eyes, my gaze fixated on the figure outside. It was George, perched on my roof. Confusion and frustration welled up inside me, and I couldn't help but open the window, though only partially, not enough for him to enter but enough for us to communicate.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked, my voice laced with a mix of anger and hurt.

"y/n please i need to talk to you" he said desperately. I stood there, arms crossed, glaring at him, my eyes filled with a mix of skepticism and hurt. "Go on," I said, my voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. I needed to hear his explanation, even though my heart still ached.

"She's not my girlfriend," he began, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. "Well, technically she is, but it's not like that. I don't feel the same way about her as I do about you. It's just...publicly, I guess? Ringo has a girlfriend, John has a girlfriend, and Paul has a girlfriend. I didn't want to be the only one without one."

My anger intensified as he revealed his reasoning. "Does she even know you're here?" I asked, my voice trembling with rage. The thought of him being with someone else while still pursuing me ignited a fire within me.

"Y/N, I don't even talk to her. I don't even know her last name," he confessed, his voice filled with sincerity. "can i please come in, it's cold"

I roll my eyes, annoyance coursing through me. With a sigh, I lifted up the window, allowing him to carefully climb inside. "You have to be quiet," I whispered, my voice filled with caution. "My parents are asleep."

As he stepped into the room, I flicked on the light, illuminating the space around us. The soft glow revealed a mix of emotions on both our faces, a blend of secrecy, excitement, and uncertainty.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," he said, his voice filled with remorse as he reached out to grab my hand. His touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but meet his gaze. His eyes held a mixture of sincerity and desperation.

"Come on tour with me," he pleaded, his voice filled with a sense of urgency. My mind couldn't comprehend his words, and I found myself stunned, unable to formulate a response. "What?" I managed to utter, my voice filled with disbelief.

"Go on tour with me," he repeated, his voice unwavering. "Come see the world with me." His words hung in the air, the weight of their meaning sinking in. The thought of embarking on an adventure with him, experiencing new places and moments together, was both exhilarating and overwhelming.

"You can bring your friend who screamed at me," he said, his voice laced with a mix of sincerity and a hint of playfulness. I couldn't help but correct him, wanting to make sure he got her name right. "Delilah," I interjected, emphasizing her name.

"Right, you can bring Delilah," he acknowledged, his voice filled with a gentle plea. "Please, love, I want to make it up to you." As he held my waist, pulling me closer, I could feel the warmth of his touch and the intensity of his gaze. Our faces were mere inches apart, the air charged with a mixture of tension and longing.

In an intimate moment, both of us leaned closer, our lips meeting with a passionate force. As the intensity grew, I stumbled backwards onto the comfort of my bed, and he landed on top of me. the connection persisted as he continued to kiss me, his hands traversing the curves of my body.

"I've waited for this moment, for you, for so long. I want to be with you, completely and unconditionally." he says
The air between us seemed to hum with unspoken desires as we gazed at each other, knowing that this moment would change everything.
"Please, let me show you how much I care for you love," George pleaded, his voice husky with longing.
I nodded, my heart pounding with anticipation. As our bodies melded together in a symphony of passion, our voices intertwined in a chorus of ecstasy that echoed through the room and into the starlit night.
Moans and whispers filled the space around us, merging with the thudding of our hearts as we reached a crescendo of love and longing, finally finding solace in each other's arms.

"I'll go on tour with you, Georgie," I say, yawning. He holds me even tighter, our bodies bathed in the gentle moonlight streaming through the window as we drift off to sleep.