Something | Starrison [✖️]

Chapter twenty-seven

She opened her eyes, yawning. Sunlight poured into the room from the window, making it look comfortably bright. She turned, facing George. She kissed his lips softly, making him move a bit. But he didn't wake up.

His hair had gone longer, reaching his ears. He also had a stubble going on, which made him look sexy. Rachel bit her lip. Fuck, he was hot either way.

George mumbled something about sandwiches in his sleep, making her giggle. She sat up, ran a hand through her messy hair and went to the bathroom.

The mirror was hanged a bit high so she had to go on her tip toes. Fixing her hair into a lazy bun, she slowly woke George up.

"Rach, that you?"

"Yeah, babe." She loved the way his voice was husky in the morning. "Wanna go out for some brekkie?"

He sat up and kissed her cheek. "Sure love, what do you want? Pancakes?"

She smiled. "I'm in a mood for George." She looked up, biting her lip. "But pancakes seem nice." She smirked a bit when she heard his breath hitch a little.

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"May I?"

Rachel blushed. "O-Of course..."

George kissed the spot below her ear. "You seem tense, Angel. Is it okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine Gear." She bit her lip, stifling a gasp when she felt his sharp teeth sink in. "Oh g-god you're like a vampire..."

"Sorry, biting kink." George grinned sheepishly at her before sucking on her neck. When he was done, she had a purple hickey.

"The look on Paul's face when he sees this," Rachel laughed, checking it out on the mirror. She turned to him, blushing a bit. "Can I... Can I...?"

George nodded, his hands on her waist. "Sure, Rach."

She kissed his neck, right above the collarbone. Then, her tongue darted out. She gave his neck an experimental lick. His skin tasted salty.

Slowly, she started to bite him. George uttered a low moan and his hands lowered themselves to her thighs. She took it as a good sign and sucked on the spot, leaving a hickey on her boyfriend.

George crashed their lips together. He pressed her against the tile bathroom floor. Rachel moaned in the kiss, lifting a leg around his waist.

She almost whined when George stopped. Rachel was panting, her chest going up and down. Her red, bruised lips were slightly parted. Eyes half-lidded, she was drunk with love.

"Come on love, let's get some pancakes." George teased, fixing her hair for her.

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"You know what?"

"What?" Rachel asked, lifting her head from George's lap.

"Oh no..." Paul mumbled.

"What?" Rachel furrowed her eyebrows.

"John's got the crazy eyes." George muttered, concern filling his eyes. "What's that idea of yours, John?"

He grinned at him. "Let's start a band."

"Like, the four of us?" Paul gestured to the group.

John nodded. "There's waaay too much pop--- no offense Macca."

His gaze was flat. "None taken, Johnny."

He cleared his throat. "As I was saying, the world needs more than bubbly pop hit songs that only lasts, what? A week on the charts " John continued. "The world needs good music. And by good music I mean rock and roll."

"Rock and roll's outdated already, John." George pointed out. "Everyone prefers modern music even if most is crap."

Paul placed a hand on his chest. "Now, I'm a bit offended. But as long as you don't hurt my precious cinnamon roll I'll be fine."

John gave Rachel a confused look. She shrugged. "That's what Paul calls Harry Styles. Anyways, what songs are we gonna play Johnny?"

He suddenly turned sheepish. "I... Erm... I wrote a few songs myself and I still have Paul's old songs. And maybe some covers as well..."

Paul's doe eyes went wide. "You actually saved my lyrics?"

John nodded. "Why not? They were good."

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"Where are we headed anyway?"

John glanced at her from the rear view mirror. "We're going to Stu's. Still remember him, Macca?"

Paul smiled. "We're going to Stu?! I heard he got married to Astrid a year back?"

George nodded. "Yeah he did, but he did it in secret."

"Secret." Paul did connotations.

"Who's Stu, Gear?" Rachel asked.

"Ah, he was our bassist before back when we were in Hamburg." George told her. "We were called The Beetles."

She cocked her head. "Why Beetles?"

"We based it off Buddy Holly's band The Crickets." John said from the driver's seat.

(A/N I researched it ^_^)

"I wanna change it though if we're gonna be a band," Paul mumbled, tapping a finger on his chin. "What about Beatles? With an A? Like from the word Beat?"

John made an 'eh sure' expression. "Sounds good, Macca."

"We're seriously forming a band again?"

Rachel shrugged. "Why not, Gear-daddy? Could be fun. Who knows, we might be famous!"

John chuckled. "Maybe even bigger than Jesus!" He joked with a grin.

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Woooo Stuuuuu

There's a graphic novel titled "Baby's In Black" it tells about the story of Stu and Astrid how they met, engaged, and all that. I swear I'm in love with the art style <3 <3

Also, wooo the band is "formed"!

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[insert Mister Chow's voice from the Hangover here] Here's to a brand new year, bitches!

~Gracexxx