The Autograph : George Harrison x reader

Part 6

In the early morning, I quietly snuck George out of the house before my parents woke up. The adrenaline was rushing through me, and I couldn't fall back asleep after that. I couldn't believe George invited me to go on tour with him! But now I'm faced with the challenge of figuring out how to break the news to my parents. It's a tough situation to navigate. I'm not sure how they'll react, but I know I need to have an honest conversation with them and they need to meet George.

I'm not sure how my mom will react. Just a few hours ago, I was heartbroken over him. I laid in bed, staring at my ceiling, lost in my thoughts. I heard the familiar creek of my parents' bedroom door opening up. It startled me, bringing me back to reality. I felt nervous about my parents meeting him. I wasn't sure if they knew about his social status.

I walked out of my room and down the steps, I was anxiously about to tell my parents about George but I was bombarded by my dad.  He started, "Y/n, why do you think it's okay to destroy things I buy with my hard-earned money? Do you know how much it'll cost to repair this phone?" God this doesn't go well for my plans of going on tour with George.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I was just upset..." Before I can say more, my mom interrupts me. "Some boy got her all worked up last night"
"You guys can meet him today..." I say, hoping to change the subject. But my dad's anger lingers as he asks, "Is he gonna pay for this phone?" He's clearly not happy about it. "Y/n, this is absolutely ridiculous, you can't just be running around with some boy," my mom starts. "His name is George," I say, trying to defend him. But my parents dismiss it, saying, "We don't care what his name is."

Out of nowhere, my dad drops a bomb on me, "You know me and your mother have been talking. Since you're all grown now, you can move out." I was shocked, my world shattered. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Trying to hold back my tears, I question, "You're kicking me out?"

Tears streamed down my face, my heart heavy with sadness, my mom averted her gaze. Her words cut deep, "You came home after going god knows where with this 'George.' You were out for so long, and you didn't even ask or tell us. You don't have to leave now, but we expect it soon."

The sadness within me quickly turned to anger. "I'm an adult now! I don't have to tell you who I'm with or where I'm going!" I ended the conversation by storming up to my room. I grabbed my suitcase and started packing, stuffing in all my clothes, the money I had saved, and anything important to me.

I grabbed my suitcase tightly, feeling an overwhelming amount sadness as I made my way back downstairs. The defeated look on my parents' faces pierced my heart, but i knew they didn't want me here anymore. I walked out the door and headed to the payphone, my emotions overwhelming me as I dialed George's number. Tears streamed down my face as I heard his voice on the other end. "George," I managed to say, my voice breaking. "Can you please come pick me up from my house?" Without hesitation, he agreed and met me outside. As he got out of his car, he pulled me into a warm embrace, kissing my forehead. He took my suitcase from me, and as I glanced back at my house, I saw my parents watching from the window. With a heavy heart, I got into George's car, knowing that this was the start of a new chapter in my life.

As we turned the block, silence filled the car. George broke the silence, concern evident in his voice. "What happened?" he asked gently. Holding back tears, I explained, "I broke the phone, and my parents thought I was getting too old to be living at home, so I just left." George reached out, grasping my hand, offering reassurance. "It'll be okay, love. We're going to head to the studio, if that's okay with you?" My heart skipped a beat. this mean I would finally meet the rest of the Beatles. With a smile through my tears, I replied, "Okay, that's fine." We pulled up to the building. I stepped out of the car and George took a hold of my hand as we entered the building.

As we walked into the studio, George let go of my hand and went to greet Ringo, John, and Paul. I stood there awkwardly, waiting for someone to notice me or for George to introduce me. That's when John locked eyes with me and asked, "Who's this now, George?" John smiled and looked me up and down. George said, "Oh, this is Y/N." Ringo raised an eyebrow, "But what happened to-" George quickly cut him off, saying, "You know, me and her were never actually together." Ringo nodded understandingly and greeted me with a friendly smile. I gave him a small wave, still too scared to speak up. Then, Paul chimed in, asking, "So, this is your girlfriend, then, George?" Both George and I blushed, and he looked at me for reassurance before admitting, "I guess you could say that."

"Oh, so she's off the market?" John says with a hint of teasing in his voice. Paul shoots him a look. , "John, don't you have a girlfriend?" John rolls his eyes and walks back to his seat, clearly unbothered. Paul shakes my hand warmly and introduces himself, as if I don't already know who he is. "Paul McCartney," he says with a smile. George shows me a chair against the wall so I have a full view of their practice. "Y/N, you can sit over here," he says, making sure I'm comfortable.

After hours of listening to their practices, arguments, and brainstorming sessions, they finally take a break. Ringo, sits next to me while Paul, John, and George talk Ringo leans in and jokingly asks, "So, how did you end up with him?" I chuckle and share the story of how I waited outside the venue for autographs, but instead, he gave me his number.

"Right ,you were the girl George was talking about?" Ringo says, his eyes widening with realization. Confused, I ask, "What do you mean?" Ringo leans in, eager to spill the details. "Well, that night, George couldn't stop talking about this girl he saw. When we got back to his flat, he called it broke it off with his girlfriend. He sat by the phone, waiting for a call, and when it finally rang, he made us all shut up and leave the room. He missed practice the next day just to take you out." I can't help but smile at the thought, but a tinge of regret washes over me for lashing out at George last night.

"Haha, look George, Ringo's stealing your girl!" John teases, a mischievous glint in his eye. George rolls his eyes , unfazed by Johns comments. Paul calls it quits and ends the practice.

"Let's get home," George says, wrapping his arm around me, leading me back to his car. We hop in, and he drives us to his flat.

He  takes my suitcase from the car and leads me to his front door, his arm around me. As we enter his flat, he takes me to his room and places my suitcase next to his dresser. He goes into his bathroom and I find myself feeling nervousness as I awkwardly sit on the edge of his bed, taking in the moment. It's still sinking in that George Harrison, the legendary musician, is now my boyfriend. It's like a dream.

George emerges from the bathroom, wearing just his pajama pants. "Here," he says, handing me one of his oversized shirts. "Don't you wanna get into something comfortable, love?" I undress and slide the shirt on, feeling its softness against my skin. "It's so big on you," he chuckles, his smile sending goosebumps throughout my skin. He plops down on his bed and pats the spot next to him, inviting me to join him. My heart races as I take a seat, feeling the warmth of his presence beside me. "We leave for the tour tomorrow," George yawns, reaching over to turn off the lamp. As he does, my mind starts to wander. Thoughts of my parents flood my mind. Are they worried about me? Should I give them a call? I wonder if they even fixed the phone yet. And what about Delilah? George did invite her, but I'm not sure if he was serious. Lost in my thoughts, I must have stayed silent for too long because George asks, "Is everything okay, love?" I quickly respond, "Oh yeah, I'm okay," and rest my head on his chest, finding comfort in his presence.

"Goodnight y/n" he says kissing my forehead

"Goodnight Georgie"