Beatles Imagines

36. George

"I need to tell you something, darling."

My head perked up from his soft stomach, and the fingers which were gently running through my hair now resided beside him.

"What is it?" I questioned, sitting up and placing myself near the headboard of his bed. The television adjacent of us began to grow quieter as deafeningly silent tension began to grow louder.

I wasn't nervous, but I certainly wasn't at ease knowing that just last week, the husband of a close friend of mine had begun to tell her about his mistress in almost the same exact format. In fact, most 'I need to tell you something's never really followed with good news. I bit my lip and searched his face, seeing his eyebrows furrow and his lips pursed in nervous contemplation.

"You're scaring me, George." I placed hand on his cheek, drawing his attention back to reality.

I involuntarily held my breath as his eyes rested on mine, before letting it go once I realized there was no anguish nor guilt residing in the browns of his eyes. He looked at me with only ardency in his expression; a faint smile of kindness lingered on his lips. He looked ethereal in that moment as a hazy cloud of bliss lingered over him. It lingered over me as well, but I was certain that he wore it better than I.

"You tease me with your silence." I huffed in annoyance, digging my head into the crook of his neck.

"Only because I know how much you hate it." He quipped before chuckling quietly.

I lifted my head once again and rolled my eyes, before returning my vision to the television. "It's fine if you don't tell me, I'm not interested in what you have to say anyway," I teased, knowing that he'd cave in.

"Not even if I asked you to marry me?"

I froze in my spot, completely at a loss of words. If this was some cruel joke, I was sure to have words with him. I contemplated the validity of his words, though my mind seemed to move like jelly, completely paralyzed from him.

I dragged my eyes back up to his and saw nothing but a serious, yet vulnerable man beside me. His expression seemed stoic, but I knew under that poor façade was a frantic mess of a man. My breathing hitched and I began to feel my palms grow sweaty. My mind seemed to lag behind me whilst my heart pounded against my ribcage, and I was sure that if I were any closer to George right now, I could feel his heart doing the same.

"You tease me with your silence." He responded with a nervous chuckle. His eyes bounced rapidly across my features, probably trying to identify the chaos inside of my mind.

"I-" I cut myself off, unable to get myself to speak coherently. I knew the words, yet I was in almost too much shock too even get them out of my mouth.

"Please don't tell me I've cocked everything up. I know that we haven't been together for the longest and that I go on tour in a couple of months, but I really love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I had a whole proposal party planned for next month, but I couldn't wait any longer and- fuck." He dragged a shaky hand through his hair. His skin paled and his eyes widened out of anxious habit, and my heart sunk to see him so distressed.

I opened my mouth to reply, but he was so caught up within the depths of his mind, he continued to ramble.

"If you want, we can just pretend this never occurred. I could ask you next month, if you don't feel ready. That's what I probably should've done anyway, you deserve way more than a lousy proposal in bed. We don't have to get engaged now- hell, we don't ever have to get married if you don't want to-"

"George." I said aloud, hoping to rouse him from his inner monologue. Instead, he looked right past me and continued to amble aimlessly through the expanse of his worry-prone mind.

"-I know you don't like the feeling of being tied down. If you want, we can just pretend this never happened and just watch the rest of Casablanca. It'll be like nothing ever happened if you want it, I just don't want to lose you because of some stupid thing I said."

I rested my hand on his face once again, and caressed his cheek with the palm of my thumb. His eyes immediately snapped to mine and the intensity within his gaze softened.

"Why are you crying?" He asked in a subdued voice. He placed his hands up to my face and wiped away my tears with a feathery touch.

"I love you so much." I let my hand fall to his shoulder as I looked up at the ceiling in effort not to completely lose my composure.

"I love you so, so much it's fucking ridiculous." My voice cracked with emotion, and upon hearing this, he enveloped me in a hug which felt like home.

"I love you too." He whispered into my hair so quietly that if we weren't so close it would've faded into thin air.

"Of course I'll marry you, you absolute goon."

I hugged him tighter, afraid that if I let go, time will devour the moment whole, leaving but a distant memory in our minds.

"Okay good, because I had already bought a ring and I don't think it's returnable."

"You're an absolute mess, you know that?" I chuckled, before letting him go. I lazily ran my hands through his unkempt hair, combing through the part of his hair that had been matted down by the pillows.

He pulled me further into his lap and gave a small peck to my nose. "Honestly, I don't think I could manage to survive without you guiding me."

"I don't know if you could either. You're a walking haphazard."

"You're so mean to me, fiancé." He spoke amusedly, his eyes darting from my eyes to my lips. Fire spread in my chest at his term of endearment, and the grin on my face grew impossibly wider.

"Oh, you love it."

"I suppose I do." He responded before kissing me with enough eagerness and love to make my heart skip a beat.