𝐘𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝐋𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦; george harrison

𝐯𝐢. three is company

𝐓𝗛𝗘 𝐖𝗔𝗬 𝐘𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝐋𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝐃𝗢

. ݁₊ ⊹ . 🎞️⭒ ݁ .♟️⊹ ⁀ 🫙˖ ࣪ .🍂‧⁺ ݁₊ ⊹

( 𝐎𝗖𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝟐𝟑𝗥𝗗 — 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟎 )

"HMM, SO THIS IS WHERE THE INFAMOUS VIRGINIA CARTER LIVES." paul looked around jürgen's apartment while he took off his shoes and coat.

virginia, who was leaning on the wall next to the door, raised an eyebrow. "actually, this is technically jürgen's place you know. but yeah, i live here now." she crossed her arms over her chest. "and what do you mean by infamous?"

he grinned, patting her on the shoulder and walking past her to explore the place. "nothing ye need to worry yer pretty little head about."

she rolled her eyes and uncrossed her arms. "just because jürgen isn't here right now does not mean he doesn't exist."

"right. hey george look at this!" he ignored her statement, waving george over to show him something lying on the coffee table. it was a sunday morning, and the boys' first actual day off since they'd arrived in hamburg. virginia had taken the opportunity to invite george and paul over to pose for her assignment due the next week. initially, john had complained about not being invited too, but virgie had flat out refused for him to come over. there was no way in hell she would be able to spend a day painting an unstable subject like him. he'd probably get on her nerves before she even finished her sketch.

"whoa, where's this from." george was grinning cheekily at what looked like a photograph held between his fingers.

virginia's face immediately fell once she recognized the item. "oh put that down!" she tried swiping it away from him but he only held it above her head as he picked up a few others. "how drunk were ye? is this when ye got kicked out of ye flat?" because yes, george and paul were holding the pictures astrid had taken when they'd gotten crazy drunk the other day.

"ye got kicked out of ye flat?" paul looked up from the cliches to stare at her curiously. "yes, now give those back please! i'd rather not have two boys staring at my half naked photographs!" she urged angrily. well, half naked was an exaggeration. she did have a pair of shorts on though they were unbuttoned. still, her bra revealed much more skin than she thought comfortable to show these two boys. i mean, george was literally underage.

"i bet jürgen saw them." george rolled his eyes, finally deciding to put the pictures down and helping paul do the same. "yeah well he's my boyfriend." she frustratedly gathered all the messy pictures and threw them in a random drawer. honestly she should've just asked klaus or jürgen to come over some other day since they were busy today (that was the only reason she'd ended up asking george and paul to do this for her).

though george and her had grown a little closer due to their little walk together, he was so different when he was with any of the boys than when it was just the two of them. when he was with his friends, he acted like any other liverpuddlian scruff. when he was with her, he seemed more sensitive, more enjoyable to be around, let's say.

"now, follow me you guys." she motioned for them to follow her into a cramped room. actually, the room itself wasn't small, it was just so cluttered with art supplies and projects that it felt that way. "feel free to explore a bit, just don't touch anything alright?" they grumbled something in reply and she sighed knowing that was probably the best she was going to get out of them.

rolling up the sleeves to her dress shirt, she pulled out a few spare sheets of paper and a led pencil before ushering them out of the studio once again. "we aren't gonna do anything in there?" paul asked.