“I’m just saying that he had a great career after the Beatles!” I explain in frustration perking up a little bit from the passenger seat where I was resting my head on my hand. I stare straight at Harry daring him to challenge me.
Harry shakes his head in disagreement, stealing a quick glance from the road, “Not compared to John Lennon or Paul McCartney!”
“Your joking right?” I say swinging my arms expressively to try and get my point across, “George Harrison was bloody brilliant! Have you heard his lyrics? Simple but totally beautiful. ‘Something’ is one of the greatest love songs of all time! Guess who wrote it? George! What about ‘Here Comes the Sun’ and ‘My Guitar Gently Weeps’! Amazing. He had a ton of hits after the Beatles too! ‘My Sweet Lord’, ‘Run of the Mill’, ‘I’d Have You Anytime’, ‘All Things Must Pass’! Brilliant songs! Amazing and yet he’s totally under rated.”
“What about Paul McCartney and Wings though?” Harry argues distractedly, focusing on the traffic around us, “And John Lennon had an amazing run after the Beatles. Massively popular!”
“I like them alot,” I nod, “They are all super talented obviously. But I love George Harrison. He’s my favorite.”
“Seriously?” He says resting one hand on the wheel and looking over to me, an eyebrow quirked up.
I nod completely straight faced, “Seriously. And don’t even get me started on my undying love for Ringo Starr.”
We’d been arguing about who was the best Beatle for about ten minutes now.
It had all started once we got in the car and Harry told me I could control the radio for the ride. I’d switched through about fifteen channels before we landed on an oldies station and the Beatles song “Eleanor Rigby” started to play. Harry had said that his favorite Beatle was Paul and I had to defend George.
Nobody demeans George Harrison in my presence.
“Fine, agree to disagree,” Harry shrugs gripping the steering wheel a little tighter as his eyes focus ahead.
“Fine!” I nod deciding that it was probably for the best that we drop it, “Where are we going any ways?” I ask Harry curiously, realizing I have no idea where we are actually going.
I have to admit, I’m pretty nervous that I’m going to be hanging out with One Direction outside of a work environment. I have no idea what to expect. They can be proper crazy at work, so I can’t even begin to imagine them with no supervision! No Paul, keeping them in line? Oh god.
“Just out to eat, nothing too big,” Harry says as the car makes a sharp left. I slide into the inside of the door.
I right myself, adjusting my seat belt a little bit, “I’ve already eaten dinner,” I say lamely immediately wish I hadn’t said it. I’m in the car driving to dinner with Harry Styles to meet One Direction? Why on earth would I say I’ve already eaten dinner.
“Well then you’ll just have to enjoy the amazing company,” He grins, I can see his extremely white teeth glint even in the partial darkness of the car.
“Well, that will be hard while if your there,” I tease lightly.
“Har har,” Harry deadpans before letting out a small chuckle.
Then I think of something, “It’s not a fancy place or anything is it? Like I’m dressed alright and everything?” I ask, gesturing down to my leather jacket and jeans.
“You look perfect,” Harry says earnestly, shooting me a smile. My stomach flips a little bit.
“Thank you,” I say breathlessly. Damn him. I didn’t even know it was possible for someone to literally take your breath away. I want my breath back.
