Classic Rock One Shots

George Harrison #2

A Hard Day's Night

New York,New York,1966

I was in an up-class club in New York with my best friend,when she ran off with some guy. I rolled my eyes and kept sipping my vodka out of my straw. "Oh,sorry." A red head girl giggled as she bumped into me. "It's alright." I smiled,I've been that drunk girl before,she's just having fun. She turned to me and started talking to me. She seemed like a nice girl,very wrapped up in her apparent boyfriend,Paul. "I'll have you come meet him." She said eagerly. She seemed really proud of him,and I didn't have anywhere to be. So,I let her pull me along with her. "Paul! Paul! Paul! Tell her how funny you are!" She yelled at him. He was standing with what I guessed are his friends. "I'm sorry about her,she's not good drunk." He chuckled. "Jane,honey, who is this?" "What's your name?" She asked loudly. "Y/n..." I answered back,chuckling slightly. "Y/n!" She yelled again. "Hi,i'm Paul,this is John,and this is Ringo." "Hello beautiful." John smiled,his thick accent showing through. I shook my head and giggled,"Hi." "You're not gonna freak out...or cry?" Ringo asked,puzzled. "No,why would I?" "Because we're the beatles." Ringo answered. "I've heard a few of your songs,you guys are pretty good." John smirked,"We know." "Oh Lennon...you're such an ego." Ringo shook his head. We all got to talking when I saw my friend looking confused,looking around. "Uh,I gotta go,it was nice to meet you all. Good luck with the music." "Wait!" John yelled,chasing after me. I kept walking,ignoring him. "Jolie! I'm so sorry!" I called out. "Where were you?" She questioned,looking past me at John. "Well,this girl bumped into me,and then she introduced me to her boyfriend,Paul. Who just so happened to be with his friends,the beatles." She gasped,"Go! Go back with them!" I nodded,then turned to John. He was right behind me. "You're coming with me." He ordered,grabbing my hand and dragging me across the room. I let him,and we met back with Paul,Jane,who were sucking on each other's faces,and Ringo. This time,there was another guy. "Hi,i'm Y/n." I smiled. "Hi,i'm George Harrison,I see John's already got you in his hands." He chuckled. "Literally." I joked,and John dropped my hand. "So what is a bird like you doing in this club?" John asked slyly. "I'm here with my friend." I pointed to Jolie, who was now dancing with some guy. "Oh,the lovely one?" I nodded and cracked a smile. "Do you mind if I chat her up?" I shook my head and shrugged. "Alright." He flashed me a cheeky smile. I turned to George when he was gone. "That doesn't bother you?" He questioned. "Does what bother me?" I knitted my eyebrows together in confusion. "That he just ran off to chat up your best friend?" I shrugged,"Not really. I like you better." I smirked. He grinned back,"Well,I like you too. You seem different than most birds around here." "Well thank you,you seem different than the other guys. You're more quiet,you wait your turn." He smiled humbly,"Thank you love." "You're definitely more shy than ole' Jonny boy up there." I pointed to John,who is now dancing (quite sexually) with Jolie. "Yeah,I would say so too." He joked. "Would you like to join me back at my hotel?" He asked. "Yes,I would love that." "Lady's first." I took his hand,and we walked out the back to his hotel. "What a coincidence,this is the hotel i'm staying at." I spoke up as we walked through the doors. "Oh really?" "Yup." "Sixth floor." "Fourth." I smiled. "Your's or mine?" "Mine is small and messy." "What a coincidence!" He laughed. "Yours too?" "You bet. I share mine with the mates." "That sucks." I chuckled. "Here we are." He opened his door and we walked in. "Nice room. Better view than mine." "Help yourself to anything in the fridge." I nodded. He was getting something out of his nightstand while i got water. "Do you smoke marijuana?" "Yeah,why?" I turned and saw two perfectly rolled joints. "Whoa! Did you roll these?" "Yeah." "You've got quote the talent." We both laughed. We sat on his bed and smoke both the joints,laughing and listening to music. We laid in his bed ontop of the comforter,listening to The Yardbirds. "You're very pretty." He spoke up. "I am?" "Mhm." "So are you." I got top of him,straddling his hips. I leaned down and was an inch from his face. "Is that so?" "Mhm." I mimicked his tone. He leaned up and pressed his lips into mine.