True To You

Chapter 29

George looked himself carefully up and down as he stood before the full-length mirror in his bedroom. He could see Paul and John behind him, lying languidly sprawled out on his bed, Paul with a lit ciggy between middle and pointer finger. He had promised it wouldn't become a habit, but George seriously doubted that. Although, he couldn't bring himself to forbid Paul from smoking. He had it difficult enough as it was. He tried not to chuckle at the way John was looking at Paul, watching hungrily every time Paul took the ciggy between his full lips and sucked before blowing out the smoke skilfully in little circles.

Looking back at himself, he frowned, his fingers plucking self-consciously at the cuffs of his jacket. He was wearing a suit, which was something he rarely wore, but Ringo had told him to dress in something fancy, so here he was. It was a deep black, perfectly straightened and nicely tailored to his body, accentuating his long, skinny legs, his narrow hips, straight shoulders and thin, long neck. Under his impeccably black jacket, he worse a crisp white shirt and a charcoal coloured tie. His dress shoes were a dark brown, the same colour as his belt, and heeled, making it impossible to go anywhere unnoticed due to the loud clacks they made when he walked. He had bought it with his father some years ago for his cousin's wedding. It looked more expensive than it had been, really. Paul and John had assured him he looked handsome in it, gentlemen-like and perfect date material, but George wasn't so sure. He didn't like how skinny he looked, how small his frame - frankly, he looked like a stick.

"George, you look gorgeous! I don't get why your so self-conscious, anyway. Have you looked in a mirror." Paul spoke from the bed, sounding more than a little fed up. George rolled with his eyes and turned around to check his back. He had to admit that the jacket stopped brilliantly right above the curve of his arse, making it look rounder and slightly bigger than it actually was, especially with the cut of the trousers.

"I am looking in one right now, actually, Paul." He muttered back before biting his lip, thinking it over. Would Ringo like it?

"Funny, Geo. You just have to get used to it. You look gorgeous, I promise you. Doesn't he look gorgeous, John? You should know!" When John didn't reply right away, Paul turned to look at him, catching him staring at his lips, which made John blush as he quickly looked away.

"Oh yes, stunning." He said quickly and a slightly amused smile crept onto Paul's lips. George looked back at himself with a sigh and tried to fix his hair some more. He wasn't yet convinced. Wasn't it too much? He had never been to a première before. What if he was completely over dressed? That would be embarrassing. And wasn't a completely black suit a little too depressing? He could be going to a funeral and he wouldn't be looked at strangely. Should he be wearing something lighter? Something more cheerful?

The rustling of the sheets alerted him and he smiled at his friend as he saw him coming to stand behind him in the mirror. Paul let his hands slide over George's jacket, straightening it out a little and fixing it better in place, before reaching around to fix his tie, pulling it tighter until George thought he was going to try to choke him. He had been about to comment on it when the door bell rang. His body froze on the stop. Paul's eyes met his through the mirror and the older man grinned at him as he started to pull away from him.

"I'll get it the, shall I?" John grumbled from the bed and got to his feet without waiting for a reply. George didn't know what to do now. That was Ringo. He was sure of it. There was no one else who could be coming to see them. Not tonight. Especially since Paul and John had to work this evening too. Paul turned him around by his shoulders and fixed his bangs for him, before stepping away to admire his work. He had only just stepped away when the door opened again and John came back in, followed closely by Ringo.

Shit.

Ringo was dressed in a suit as well. His was indeed a little lighter. His jacket with a very dark grey with some blue undertones. His slacks were a deep navy, which accentuated his eyes, making them appear darker, but impossible to look away from. His tie was the same colour but with white polka dots. His belt and shoes were of a black leather, and he had his hair styled in place with a little gel. He looked absolutely wonderful and it only made George feel even worse about his own choice of clothing. Ringo, however, seemed impressed, if his appreciative staring was anything to go by.