On the Wings of a Beatle

Five - Cuz You Like Me Too Much and I Like You

The couch probably wasn't going to be the most comfortable thing in the world but it was better than sleeping in the same bed as Paul McCartney. Of course Olivia wouldn't really mind it all too much, but a few reasons stopped her.

1. She maybe fancied George.

2. Paul seemed like the type who would overstep his boundaries if given the chance. (though that seemed more like John's ideology)

3. She sort of fancied George.

4. She was from the future. She was not supposed to have any sort of contact with The Beatles whatsoever. What if her very presence in the past was screwing up the future in the most unimaginable of ways?! But then again, this was The Beatles, the band she loved more than life itself, how badly could she mess it up when she knew so much about them?

5. She fancied George.

Olivia turned her head to the open door that led out to the balcony to see George sitting in a metal chair, with a cigarette poised in his fingers as the moonlight bathed his face in a silvery glow. Olivia slowly walked over and knocked on the glass softly. George quickly turned his head around to see Olivia and motioned for her to join him in the other chair. "Hey." She smiled.

"Oh 'Ello." George returned the reply before taking a long drawl on his cigarette. He let the smoke come out of his nose like a dragon before exhaling the rest through his mouth. Olivia furrowed her eyebrows at the sight. How could this be something of leisure? It was just disgusting. "Oh sozz, do ye want one?" George said reaching for the box of Pure Gold from Benson and Hedges cigarettes that sat on the table to his right.

"No thank you." She politely declined.

"Want a go at mine then? Ye know, just to try it, see if it's somethin' ye could get into, Pure Gold is pretty good." George asked holding the half used cigarette out her. Do it! The four of them all smoke, what's the worst that could happen. It's how he dies though, you have to get him to throw that cancer stick over the balcony and spill your guts about who you are. I have to fit in, gain his trust first, this is the first step. Do not sink to that level, you may not be in 2016 anymore but you should still have standards! George was a bit confused seeing the conflicted expression on Olivia's face. She seemed lost in her mind, having an internal battle with herself. "On second thought..." He said pulling his arm back remembering how she had chucked Paul's cigarette across the room earlier. "Olivia, ye don't have to smoke it if ye don't want to. I know ye believe in that whole smoking kills hogwash." I have to do it. DON'T YOU DARE! George waved his hands in front of her face. "Olivia, snap out of it."

"What? Sorry, spaced slightly."

"As to be expected after what I did to ye earlier..." George sighed extinguishing the cancer stick in the ashtray before throwing it over the side of the balcony. "I really am sorry about that. Had I been looking forward instead of behind me, I would've never ran into you."

"I'm not sorry about it." Olivia spoke up. Being bold are we? Fuck off. George raised an eyebrow at the comment, confused and surprised at the same time. "If you hadn't of run into me, we would've never met." She smiled.

George smiled too, revealing his fangs ever so slightly. "I guess so. I just wish I hadn't of hurt ye."

"Injuries heal, memories last a lifetime."

"This is true." George said looking at her clothes. "I hope they fit alright."

Olivia looked down at the T-shirt and sweatpants. "Oh yes, a little big but I'm not concerned. That's actually why I came out here, to thank you for letting me barrow them."

"Oh hey, it was nothing. Just figured ye would rather be in something clean after your shower." George glanced her up and down a moment before chuckling slightly, a smirk spreading across his lips. "In fact, I think ye make them look better than I ever did." Olivia blushed softly, George Harrison had given her a compliment. "Sozz. I can't do much about everyday clothes for ye, I don't exactly have the legs for a skirt." They were silent for a moment before they busted out laughing.

"If any of you, John would probably be the one to wear the skirt willingly." She spoke between fits of laughter.

"And Paul would be the one to pull it off." He continued. They laughed a few more minutes until their bellies hurt and slowly they began to catch their breath. George sighed happily. "I haven't laughed in the longest time."

"You should more often, I like your laugh, and the fangs that come with it." She smiled gently poking his cheek to which George chuckled and tried to push her hand away playfully.

"In all seriousness though, I could take you shopping tomorrow if ye'd like. The least I can do is replace the clothes I kinda destroyed."

"Oh don't worry about it. Paul already called dibs on taking me anyway."

"Oh..." George said, sort of saddened by that information but quickly shook it off, clearing his throat before continuing. "You know you'll look good at least, Paul is quite the stylist after all."

She chuckled softly, silently agreeing with George's statement. "Well I think I'm going to turn in for the night, it's been a long and rather strange day for me." She said standing up, George doing the same to be polite.

"I wish you pleasant dreams Olivia. Goodnight." George smiled in the darkness, the moon making his skin appear flawless.

"Goodnight George Harrison." She smiled, gently kissing his cheek before heading to the couch, leaving George blushing like a tomato in the moonlight and completely stunned. He let a hand trail up to where her lips had touched, fireworks shooting off in his head at a million miles a second. He had never had this feeling from a kiss before in his life, he wasn't sure what it was, but he liked it, a lot. He smiled before sitting down in the chair once again, listening to the sounds of London as a majority of the city slept.

Olivia curled up into a ball at the corner of one of the couches in the living room and held one of the pillows close to her chest and let out a contempt sigh.

There's no doubt about it, I fancy George. She thought to herself before drifting into slumber.