Paul POV///Lauren opened the door and I felt my heart stop.
She was wearing a white lace halter dress with baby blue heels that weren't too high and her hair was in a simple braid.
She was just beautiful.
"Lau, ye look beautiful." I said.
Lauren blushed, and I saw George glowering in the house.
I handed her the bouquet white roses that I held in my hand.
She giggled.
"Oh, these are lovely Paul, thank ya. We should put them in a vase before we go." She said, skipping into the house, and placing them into a beautiful glass sculpture vase.
George scowled at me, and shook his head.
He must hate me.
Lauren walked over and kissed George on the lips and muttered something to him. She walked away and waved.
"Alright, I'm ready." She smiled.
"Ok, great." I said.
I held her hand and waved at George.
"See ya mate!"
George slammed the door.
Lauren sighed.
"To be honest with ye Paul, George was totally against this." She said as we walked over to my car.
I opened the car door for her and she giggled.
"Thank ye Paul, yer such a gentleman!"
I winked her.
"I do my best."
I got into the car and drove off.
"Don't worry 'bout George. He's just probably jealous." I said, smiling a reassuring smile at her.
she shook her head.
"He just got so worked up over it..... Well it doesn't matter! I'm with my best mate and he shouldn't care if it's a lad!" She said, smiling.
My heart sunk a little.
I'm just a mate? Of course I am, George and Lauren love each other dearly. Nothing will ever change that. But I've gotta try, or I'll never find out.
"Yer right. Besides, it's just me." I said.
She laughed, as she rolled down the window and stuck her head out and her perfect braid came out. I laughed with her, and she seemed... Free.
Did she feel this way with George?
"This is so fun!!!!" She squealed.
The sun poked out from the gloomy clouds and my heart rate picked up.
This means something.
I parked at the sandy lot and Lauren pouted.
"Aww but I was 'aving fun there."
I smiled.
"I know, but come 'ed." I got out of the car and Lauren followed me.
I walked on the sand and thanked god that I wore jeans.
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FanfictionLauren Mitchell has the life every 19 year old girl wishes for. A perfect flat, and the perfect boyfriend. George Harrison is trying to prove himself along with The Beatles to Britain that they deserve to be heard and recognized. He meets Lauren a...