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George was sitting on the couch, patiently waiting for the show to start. This was their 3rd show in D.C., also the 2nd last for now. Sound check had ended a bit ago, so he was sitting on the end of the couch. Ringo was beside him, and then John... And... Well... Paul was somewhere. Probably singing to himself or doing his weird pre-show rituals.

George kept glancing over at Ringo, giving him longing looks... But he never looked back at him. They had been a thing for a while, but nobody except the two of them knew. It was their secret. They acted like they were barely even friends, just to keep it all hidden. George tried his luck at reaching for Ringo's hand, but every time he got close enough, a producer would look their way, Ringo would tense up and scoot away...

But there was one time where they both looked at each other, and they were inches apart. Both boys had to hold in the urge to just kiss right there. It was hard but they did it. Ringo played it off by quickly turning away and looking flustered. And that's when Paul came back, he was pacing and talking to John about his personal issues and his wife and weed...

George was so used to it by now. It was almost laughable how routine it was. Things would get awkward as the two illegal lovers exchanged looks and then the other two Beatles would talk about nonsense. And then just before the show, Ringo would pull him aside, stubb out his cigarette and give him a gentle good luck kiss before running out on stage. When it was time to leave, he'd go with Paul and John to put their guitars away and then help Ringo with the drums. They were alone when that happened and usually ended up holding hands.

That's exactly how it always happened, no matter what show or where they played at.

On special occasions they'd get lucky with hotel arrangements. Usually Paul and George would share or John and Ringo would share. That's because John still thought that George and Ringo couldn't stand each other. Usually all 4 of them got separate rooms or all 4 had to share 1. And its not easy sneaking around like that. Rarely ever did they get a room together.

On this tour so far they'd all had separate rooms. Every night was a struggle. When they were sure everyone else was asleep, one of them would sneak into the others room... To simply comfort each other in the dark night, talk about whatever, and savour each others lips because they weren't sure when they'd get each other again. Some nights Paul, being a light sleeper, would come in and ask, and they'd play if off like they were fighting or drinking. Paul would then join, and ruin the night for the other two boys. They'd end up going back to their own rooms. And then sometimes they got caught in the hallway by other people. And it didn't set a good image for a boy getting caught sneaking into another boy's room late at night...

It was always quite a struggle. Especially for the nights where all 4 of them had to share.

There was 2 king sized beds in the hotel room. Paul usually ended up on the couch after losing to John in rock-paper-scissors. George usually took the floor, he knew falling asleep next to Ringo would be problematic. It would cause suspicion with the other two Beatles. He'd always end up crawling beside him for a short period of time to exchange longing touches and goodnight kisses before he'd go back to the floor.

But then he usually wasn't able to sleep. He was always paranoid with the stupidest things. All the girls that love his man make him jealous. They can't love him. They don't know the struggle Luke George does. They don't know his lips, they don't know how desperate they are sometimes, like George does. Or even listen do his voice, talking about everything and nothing, like George does. They have never so intimately touched him like George has. They could never possibly love him like he did.

Silly stuff like that kept the guitar player up at night. Things like how Ringo and Paul wrote the song boys. Paul though it was about a crazy girl in love because of the first two lines. That was of course just a coverup of the real meaning. Nobody had ever uncovered that except for Starr and Harrison.

By morning Ringo had written a letter, and pushed it under George's pillow in the floor. He pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead and slipped out of the room with John (but he made sure John didn't see what he did.) And they went to go get breakfast. George didn't even sir at the feeling, but smiled in his sleep.

When he woke up, he moved and heard the paper crinkle under his pillow. He carefully unfolded it to read it, but first he delicately smoothed the creases with his fingers and glanced over the letter before actually reading. He always admired Ringo's handwriting.

Dear Georgie, ♥
Good morning. I know you hate the nickname Georgie, but it's unbelievably adorable. Me and John went to go get breakfast. Should be back soon. This letter wasn't necessary, but I love writing to you. Because... Well... I love you. So much that it hurts, really. I just want to scream that I love you George Harrison. I want everyone to know that you're mine; sadly that can't happen. I am although proud of us either way my darling.
           Love, Ringo Starr
P.s. I Love You

George couldn't stop smiling as he read the letter. Paul looked over, raising his eyebrow as he took another puff of his cigarette. "Why are you so happy, man? What's this note?" Paul started walking over and George just pulled it to his chest.

"Nothing."

"Did you get lucky with a gal?" He smiled, that signature smile that made all the girls swoon.

"I did! It's my business."

"Whoa! Virgin George got lucky!" Paul teased.

"Stop it Mr.sassy pants. Don't wanna get too many sparkles on your trousers." George chuckled, causing Paul to playfully punch his arm.