Hold Me Tight- McHarrison One Shot

The night sky shined bright as the 4 Beatles slugged along into their hotel room. They've been performing all day and all they wanted to do was sleep. They were all resting on each others shoulders as they squinted to find their room. They found it after wondering around half a sleep for 30 minutes and George was now trying to open to door by smashing the key into the keyhole.

"It's not working" George tiredly said.

"Oh well" Paul yawned "Such a shame".

"Maybe we were meant to sleep outside" Ringo said as he sat down "Like the early people".

"Early people?" Paul questioned

"Mmhmm the first ever people".

George continued to smash the key before John took it.

"Ya idiot Harri you're supposed to do this!" He put the key in and opened the door. George went "oh" then they all laughed at his mistake.

John trudged to the couch before plopping onto it

"If any of ya try to remove me I'll break your arms ya hear?".

They nodded then Ringo slowly shuffled to his room and muttered a good night. Paul and George returned the good night (as John had already dozed off) and entered their room with George's head on Paul's shoulder and Paul's arm around his shoulder.

"Get up Georgie, we have to get ready for bed' Paul shook George off his shoulder and George's head began to fall before he stood up right.

"Do we have to? Why can't we just sleep?"

"Because It would be unhygienic if we don't brush our teeth and you know how I feel about hygiene" Paul winked and George smiled sleepily.

"Also Brian would kill us if our suits got wrinkled so we got to take them off".

"Ugh fine!" George said then stuck out his tongue while walking to the bathroom.

After they brushed their teeth and got dressed they finally went into their shared bed.

"Night Georgie"

"Night Paulie".

The night was uneventful, Paul was sleeping peacefully until he felt something touch his skin.

He started to stir in his sleep until he opened his eyes a bit. He looked down to see that George had managed to wrap his arms around Paul's waist. Paul laughed it off, George sometimes did that when he was having a bad dream or dreaming of Brigitte Bardot. Paul smiled again and was about to drift off to sleep when something strange happened.

George buried his face into Paul's chest and had tightened his grip. This made Paul a bit uncomfortable.

"He must be dreaming of something really nice" Paul whispered to himself. Nonetheless he tried to sleep even though George's grip was getting tighter by the minute. Paul had finally been able to go to sleep when he heard something.

"Paul"

"Paul..."

Paul's head went up and his eyes were wide open. Paul looked for the voice when he finally realized that it was George who was saying his name! Paul started to feel really uncomfortable and scared since it seemed like George was dreaming of something very... touchy.

"Paul" George said while a big smile spread across his face. Paul looked to see if George was awake but he was definitely asleep.

It's okay Paul thought to himself He is asleep! He has no control over his subconscious. Besides he isn't dreaming of anything too bad.