George Harrison Imagines

The Snap Of A Shutter

My eyes can't help but to wander over his face. Those chiseled cheek bones, those pouty, full lips....my face flushes yet again and I turn from my camera to take another drink of water to drown out my intruding thoughts.

"Are you thirsty, love? You keep stopping to drink after every photo....would you like a break?" he asks, his thick brows raised.

"I'm...fine, thanks...just a moment...it's all good..." I say awkwardly, trying to play it cool, though I know my face is redder than ever now.

"Let's just give the girl a break, lads. Harrison has been giving her the eye, she needs a moment to...cool down." John says with a cackle.

My eyes widen, freezing my actions as I nearly die of embarrassment right there.

George walks up to us as the other lads walk off to smoke. "Don't listen to him, he just likes to embarrass the ladies..." he says, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder .

My cheeks are really heating up now, stuck between getting lost in his eyes and wanting the ground to swallow me up.

I turn away and fiddle with some settings on the camera, wanting to hide the redness, but George peeks over our shoulder to see what I'm doing, "can I have a try?"

I inhale sharply at the closeness of him, the scent of Tabac filling my senses.
"Umm...yes, sure-" I reply, taking a step back.

He fills my recently abandoned space, squinting adorably through the viewfinder. He waves his hand, "get in the frame, love! I've gotta have something pretty to focus on..."

I take a deep breath and just go for it, grinning like a loon, "Okay, but just one, my boss will kill me!"

He looks up momentarily, "I wouldn't allow that, if he's got a problem with it tell him to call me. I'll give you my number after..." With a quick wink, he lowers back down and snaps two photos.

A rush of adrenaline flashes through me, his number?!?!?

"Okay okay, you've had your turn...you're embarrassing me now...I'm supposed to be photographing you!"

He stands fully now, a small smile pulling at his lips, "you don't have any of just me, it's all of us...." he winks, standing back in the doorframe posing dramatically.

Dear God, he's trying to kill me....

I playfully roll my eyes, making an adjustment and press the button.
"That's beautiful, darling, now turn to your left..."

I end up filling the rest of the roll with photos of just George, finally loosening up and giggling at him the entire time. "That's the entire roll!" I say, not caring what my boss has to say. I've got tons of photos just for me!

George walks over, "do you have some paper and a pen?"

"I do-right here," I reply, rifling through the camera bag.

Our fingers brush slightly as I pass him the requested items. I shiver, watching him gracefully write his name and number.

After writing he slips the paper and pen in the pocket of his perfectly fitting jeans, "I've got one more condition before I give you this...." he pauses, eyes slowly looking me up and down, "let me take you out?"

My breath hitches...he's supposed to stop torturing me...not make it worse!!

I swallow hard, gazing into those beautiful eyes... "You drive a hard bargain, Sir... but yes...I'd love to..."

He grins, "ahh, that's fab...." he starts getting flustered now himself, "..how about...tonight?" A hopeful gleam shines in his beautiful eyes.

This is too shocking for words! George Harrison is asking me out-for tonight!!!!