Classic Rock Imagines

George Harrison #1

For thewalruswashaly 😁

Imagine George being incredibly jealous as he watched John and Paul flirt away with you. They were all on break from rehearsal and they both sat on either side of you, playing with your hair and saying all sorts of flattering things. Meanwhile, George and Ringo sat across the room watching. Ringo turned to see George was almost bright red and wore a pouty expression.

"You alright, George? You look a little," he waved a hand in front of George's face, "off."

"I'm fine," George said in a sharp voice.

"Oh come off it, that's a lie, you're clearly not 'fine'."

"What's it to you?" George said, finally taking his eyes away from you.

"Because I know," Ringo said as he nodded over to you, "it's (y/n), you like her."

"No I don-"

"Shut up, yes you do."

George sighed as he heard you giggle at something Paul said from across the room. He looked down in his lap and twiddled his thumbs.

"Alright, you've got me. I like her, now what?"

"You go tell her," Ringo said as he pointed over at you, somewhat catching your attention.

"I what?" George snapped as he grabbed Ringo's hand and forced it down to stop him from drawing unwanted attention.

"You heard me," he said, shooing George off.

"But I can't just-"

"Then I'll call her over," Ringo said,     "(y/n)-"

"No!" George said, slapping a hand over Ringo's mouth.

"Did I hear my name?" You asked as you made your way over to them.

George turned bright red and he sat back in his seat immediately, leaving Ringo laughing like crazy.

"No, no one called," George said quietly, giving you a quick and nervous smile.

"I coulda sworn-"

"Yes we did call! Or i did," Ringo said, ignoring the glare George shot him, "Georgie here's got somethin' to tell ya, so I'll be off."

You took Ringo's seat next to George and smiled up at him.

"So what's the big deal, what do you have to tell me?" You asked with a laugh.

George sighed as he glanced at Ringo who was motioning for him to spit it out.

"Well, the thing is," he started, "I don't know how to tell you."

You felt butterflies in your stomach as you began to guess in your mind all the possible things he could want to say to you.

"Shall I guess?" You asked.

He let out a laugh, "I suppose that couldn't hurt."

"Hmm," you started, giving him a little smirk as he studied you, "you've committed a crime and you're to be locked up immediately,"

He laughed heartily, "No, no that's not it."

You put your finger on your chin, mock-thinking of the next question, "You've written a song for me?"

He shook his head, but kept his dark eyes fixed on yours, "Not yet."

You blushed at that, realizing he'd just given you the biggest hint.

"Oh," you said with a bashful smile, "then it must be-"

"Yes." He said quickly.

"What-?"

But he stopped you with a kiss, taking his chance before he lost it. You smiled against his lips before he pulled away, wearing that shy smile of his.

"So I was right?" You asked with a big smile.

He nodded his head quickly, that shy smile you absolutely adored still on his face.

"Can I tell you a secret of my own?"

He nodded again and you pressed your lips onto his again.