𝐘𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝐋𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦; george harrison

𝐱. not in love

𝐓𝗛𝗘 𝐖𝗔𝗬 𝐘𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝐋𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝐃𝗢

. ݁₊ ⊹ . 🎞️⭒ ݁ .♟️⊹ ⁀ 🫙˖ ࣪ .🍂‧⁺ ݁₊ ⊹

( 𝐍𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝟒𝗧𝗛 — 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟎 )

AFTER THE INCIDENT WITH KOSCHMIDER, the boys had finally listened to virginia's advice and found a much better contract with another club nearby. not only did the top ten club pay them way more than koschmider ever did, they were given a new place to stay above the club itself.

the beatles didn't have many belongings here in hamburg, so when virginia and jürgen offered to help them move their stuff, they could only laugh. still, the couple, along with astrid and klaus, had been invited to what seemed almost like a housewarming party except it was just them and it wasn't exactly a house. so virginia, who hadn't seen much of the outside world in recent days, decided it would do her good to go anyways.

the apartment itself wasn't very spacious, but compared to the crammed closet they had spent the last months in, it was practically comparable to the queen's palace. they were still sleeping in bunk beds, except this time you had room to move around between them. there was also a separate room for the bathroom and a combined kitchen, dining room and living room.

the boys, having already moved their very few belongings, were waiting around for their friends to arrive. john was in the kitchen eating something with pete where they were probably playing around with their food like children.

meanwhile stuart was on his bed, the top bunk, writing what seemed to be a handful of letters for his family back home. finally, george and paul were fiddling with their instruments on the lower bunks and speaking in hushed whispers.

"mate, i'm telling ye, yer gonna be fine." paul tried to reassure a worried looking george who was trying very hard to distract himself from his racing heart and squirming stomach by messing with various chords. "that's not what ye told me paul. ye told me she was really upset. she's gonna hate me now."

"no she's not, she was drunk off her arse. she won't be remembering shite, alright?" he groaned, starting to have enough of george moping around for such stupid reasons. "ye can't know that for sure! none of us 'ave see her for a few days now." he hissed, growing more and more stressed as the conversation progressed, but not wanting to get pete or john involved.

"she's probably just having some time alone or summat. ye know how birds can be." the older beatle rolled his eyes, plucking at a few chords out of boredom. "she's probably avoiding me. ugh she hates me i just know it." he whined and paul seemed this close to throwing his guitar at him.

"for fucks sake geo, stop being such a girl. the world doesn't fuckin' revolve around ye. she's probably just busy and hasn't had time to stop by the club. it's not because ye lose yer mind whenever she does the slightest thing that she does too. she's probably too busy snogging her actual boyfriend if ye even remember him." he snapped, making george stare at him with a dumbfounded look on his face.

paul wasn't often one to lose his temper, but perhaps it was because of the nagging whine in george's voice or the fact this was all he'd heard about for the past few days that had simply tipped him off the edge.

when george had first started to realize his attraction to the american blonde, and especially when he'd fully acknowledged it, he'd needed someone to talk to about it. and unfortunately that role had landed on paul's unwilling shoulders. he couldn't complain about it though because he'd done the same back in liverpool with all his birds. george had never understood how paul seemed to fancy a new bird every week. he never was able to remember any of them because of how fast they all came and went. meanwhile, he'd had maybe a romance or two, but he'd never ever gotten as invested as he had with this one sided crush on virginia.