I Want to Tell You [Beatles Fan-Fiction]

Seven

Dedicated to a fine Wattpadder who has an amazing Beatles fan fiction <3 A George Harrison one, actually.

So, this story is getting a bit more interesting... And trust me, it only gets even better. At least I think so.

I'd love to hear what you think in the comments! They are VERY appreciated, even if they are just to say 'I love this!' Or even 'this sucks, bro'. Whatever you want.

So.... Enjoy!

Peace, Love, Pickles.

Amber xoxo

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With a bouquet of flowers in her hands, and her guitar strapped on her back, Amber knocks on the door. Paul opens it, and smiles.

"You're taking my advice?" He leads her inside.

"I guess so. Where's George?"

"In his room." Ringo says. He's sitting on the couch with John. John stands.

"You better know what your doing. George's feelings are in your hands." John says, that older brother look on his face.

"I think I do." Amber says. She walks to George's door, and opens it. She walks in, and closes the door behind her. George is face down on his bed. She sits on the right side of the bed next to him.

"I don't need your help, Paul." He grumbles.

"I'm not Paul." She murmurs.

He looks up, surprised. "Amber?"

She smiles. "Yeah."

"Amber! I'm so sorry. I was moving too fast, and I'm sorry. I just hope we can still be-" she cuts him off.

"No, George. It's my fault. I'm sorry. I was just worried, but I realize now, that you'll never hurt me."

He sits up. "No, I won't. I promise."

"Here." She hands him the flowers.

He grins. "Shouldn't I be the one giving you flowers?"

"Not today, Harrison." She looks into his eyes. "I'm sorry. I really, really like you, and it was stupid what I did."

"You really like me?" He asks.

"Yes. Yes, I do." Then she sighs. "But..."

"But what?"

"I still don't think it was the right time for you to.... Umm.. Kiss me." He blushes. "I think we should go on a real date first."

"I guess that's fair." He nods. "And we can take it as slow as you want. Paul told me what you told him yesterday, and I get it."

She smiles. "I like you more every minute I spend with you."

"Same here." He says. She puts her head on his shoulder, and just lays there. And it's absolutely perfect.

"Ooh, is it all better now?" Paul says. He's opened the door a crack, so he can see.

"Go away, Paul." George says, but he's laughing.

"So it is better!" John is there, too.

"I told you they'd work out." Ringo says from somewhere behind John.

Amber smiles. Then she thinks of something. "Why don't I call Kim? I don't really like being the only girl here."

"Yeah! Call Kimberly!" John says, a bit too excitedly. Ringo raises his eyebrows at him, and John blushes. "I mean... Yeah. She's cool."