Band Oneshots!

George Harrison: Late Night Cigarettes and Deep Conversations

Y/N POV:

It's was late. Almost 1am and I couldn't sleep. I quietly got out of the bed that I was currently sharing with my best friend, George Harrison. He was still asleep and he looked so peaceful. I smiled at his sleeping form and admired the curve of his lips, sat in a silent, sleeping smile as he dreamt of whatever it is George dreamt of. I was only wearing an oversized Beatles tee and a pair of underwear and it was the middle of winter, but I didn't care. I had a lot on my mind and needed a smoke. I opened my window as wide as it would go and sat on the outer windowsill with a cigarette and a lighter. I sparked up my fag (British slang for cigarette) and took a long drag, watching the smoke spiral out from my lungs and into the night. I sighed as I wished I could just wake George and talk to him, but I couldn't. I felt like I had to deal with this alone. It wasn't fair to drag him into this, he wouldn't understand. That wasn't his fault, but sometimes I wish I could just talk to him.
I sighed and took another drag, thinking to myself how much happier I'd be if I could just 'slip' from this window.

George's POV:

I stirred from my slumber, immediately greeted by the other side of our shared bed unoccupied and cold. I panicked before looking to the window and seeing my dear friend sat on the ledge. I quietly rose and grabbed a jacket, seeing her shiver in just a t-shirt, and opened the other window, sitting next to her on the ledge.
"Alright, love?" I smiled as I draped my jacket over her shaking shoulders and placed an arm around her torso, blushing as she leaned into me.
"Hey, sleepy," she teased, obviously joking as it was now well on its way to 2am.
"How long have you been out here? You look almost blue!"
"Well what's the time?" She asked sleepily, glancing at her watch. "Shit! I've been out here for over an hour!"
I chuckled at her and pulled a cig out of the box I'd brought out with me just as she chucked hers from the window and watched it fall to the ground. I pulled another out and placed it between her soft, pink lips and lit hers before lighting my own.
"What's wrong?" I asked as nonchalantly as I possibly could, but she just shrugged.
"I don't know, Georgie... nothing is going the way I planned, ya know?" She sighed, looking down at her arms. It was then that I noticed a long cut stretching from the start of her wrist to the end of her arm at the joint of her elbow and leant my head against the divide in the window panes.
"That bad?"
She let out a quiet sob before blinking the tears away and hiding her face in the crook of my neck. I took a long drag from my smoke as I watched her do the same and played with her hair, drawing patterns on her back with my fingers, smoking with no hands.
"It's just gotten too much, George..."
"I know, N/N, but you can't leave me and the others alone. Just think how devastated Paul would be! And poor Ringo... even John would be heartbroken. We all love you very much, and we'd all be hurt if you left, for sure," I rambled, placing a kiss on her forehead, trying to soothe her as much as I could. I felt her smile against my neck before seeing her head rise up once again, looking me in the eyes.
"I'm glad it didn't work," she stated simply, leaving me confused. I cocked my head, silently asking her to explain, to which she happily obliged while smiling from ear to ear.
"I'm happy that I didn't die, silly. It makes me so upset to think of you and the boys alone. You'd all be so lost without me!" She winked and giggled, throwing her second smoke from our height to the grass below.
"We need you, Y/N. I need you! You keep us all sane, ya know?"
"I like it when you get in touch with your emotional side, Harrison."
I smiled at her and had to fight the urge to kiss her. It was much too late for either of us to make sensible decisions.
Suddenly she turned to me with a look in her eye that I wasn't familiar with and quickly kissed me. "I love you, Harrison. My favourite Beatle..."
She gazed at me for a moment before spinning around on the window ledge and silently climbing back into bed without another word. I smirked and shook my head. This woman was a mystery and I loved it. I got down from my perch and closed the windows, after discarding my cigarette. I joined her in our bed and wrapped my arms around her, nuzzling into her neck, paying attention to every little breath her sleeping form allowed to leave her cute little nose. I leant over her so my lips were in line with her ear and whispered.
"I love you, my crazy fifth Beatle. Sleep well, darling."
I left a kiss on her cheek and let myself drift back to sleep, resuming my dreams of her in a better life.

Hey guys, so this one is a little different because it pretty much happened the other day, just not with George Harrison obviously 😂, but also because I haven't been comfortable uploading more 'classic rock' band member imagines because I don't really know what you guys like. That brings me on to my next point; I'm running out of ideas very quickly. I need people to request imagines for me so I can keep writing because I love it so much and it makes me smile to think that maybe, somebody out there enjoys what I'm doing. So please, if you get to this point, make a request yeah? Thank you all so much, I love you all.
Love you and stay happy! 🦄💜
-Kat