Oh, My Love [Beatles Imagines]

• GEORGE

IMAGINE #4 : GEORGE HARRISON

FOR richardstarkeys

It wasn't hard pretending being in love with George. (That was the easy part.)

The hard part was knowing it wasn't real.

Halle wasn't really sure why she'd gone through with it. It was one thing when it was a possibility. When it was a possibility and not reality, it felt so far away. Halle had gone to the mall one day,  Eight Days a Week playing loudly on the speakers. She'd gone to get a new shirt for a friend. (Okay, she was searching for a Beatles shirt. Her friend was unhealthily obsessed.)

Luckily for Halle, there was a line of girls her age lined up to get free Beatles t-shirts. She wasn't sure why someone was giving them away, instead of making a profit. She thought of how sweet the gesture was, as she got in line to get her friend a free shirt.

The requirement to get a free t-shirt was to provide her telephone number and get her picture taken. Halle thought the latter was odd, but she went along with it anyway, because the shirt was free.

Halle bought herself a cinnamon roll and went home. That night, she dialed her friend and asked her to come get the t-shirt.

Berta, her friend, took the time to gush over how cute and adorable Ringo was on the t-shirt. Halle nodded along. She licked her spoon free of ice cream."They are cool, I guess," she said.

"Cool?" Berta questioned. "Only cool?"

"George is really cute," Halle replied. He was more than cute, she wanted to say. She'd had two dreams with George so far, and felt proud of herself for it. But she tried to remain calm when it came to bands and films. They were ways to entertain herself, ways to forget about her reality.

But they weren't reality.

Someone called two weeks later and asked Halle a bunch of questions, about her hobbies, which included: writing. Doodling bad pictures of poodles. Tea. And of course, reading. Halle thought the questions were from the girl that did interviews for the college's newspaper. Usually, freshmen would get nominated and chosen at random to answer questions for a column.

Halle was polite, and gave detailed answers. She waited and waited for her interview to appear in the paper.

It never did.

But another call did come and it was Brian Epstein.

. . .

"'Ello, Halle?" George asked. "Have you got it, then? We met when you went to a school trip in New York. We exchanged numbers and I invited you to set."

"And I'm having a wonderful time here in the set of Eight Arms to Hold You," Halle nodded along. She'd been given the basis of what to say, but no script. This was the first time she was going to speak to the press.

She'd been going from city to city, holding hands with George. They both appeared shy to the press, like a cute little couple. But this time, Halle was actually supposed to speak. And Brian had said they might have to kiss to really sell it.