He's So Fine [Beatles / George Harrison FanFiction]

Chapter Fifteen: 13th October 1963

A/N: Today, as I post this weeks chapter, it is George's 75th birthday. (25th Feb 2018). Happy birthday to you, Georgie. I can't put into words how much I love you, although I alway try. This and every story I write is me doing that, in fan fiction form, and it's dedicated to you, with all my love. ♥ॐ

For the rest of you - miracles do happen - here's a (slightly) earlier than normal update this Sunday as I'm off to spend George's birthday in Liverpool! Thank you all for your continued support & for reading this story (and my other ones too!) xx

A door slammed and George woke with a jerk, elbowing his bedmate in her face. She reeled away from him, clutching her nose and squealed in pain.

'Oh, shit, sorry, uh...' Carol? Coral? Caroline? Connie? Fuck it. '...Love. Are you alright?'

She paused, fighting her temper, then she smiled weakly behind her fingers and nodded. George put his hands over hers and gently prised them away from her face.

'It's okay, it's not bleeding,' he told her, shuffling around to sit up. 'Sorry... It's these small beds. They're not really built for two.' As an afterthought, he opened his arm to her to invite her to snuggle into him. He did nearly break her nose.

'I would have thought you'd have a double bed,' she said, settling against him, putting her head on his shoulder. 

'Flat's not big enough,' George said, glancing at the other bed crammed in under the eaves opposite. In truth that bed was George's. This one was Paul's. 'There's only one double bed. It's in John's room.'