George Harrison Imagines

Patience Is A Virtue

Patience. It doesn't seem to exist anymore. Especially here, with them in such close proximity.

He spies me in the corner, patiently waiting my turn to say hello.

My calmness seems to have piqued his interest. Can't blame the poor lad, seeing as how these dozens of other girls can't seem to stop shrieking.

As it comes to my turn, I approach calmly, hands gripping my ticket gently, "hello, Mr Harrison. You're my favorite! Might you sign this for me, please?"

"No need to be so formal, love. You can just call me George." He takes the ticket from my hands, "I'm your favorite...is that right..."

He looks me up and down appreciatively. "Anything for you, love. What's your name?" His hand works elegantly, signing my ticket, putting seven X's under his name.

I meet his gaze, blushing a bit, and shyly say, "...my name is, ________..." then give him a small smile as I look back down, appreciating his handwriting.

"That's a beautiful name, " he replies, then quietly asks, "would you like to come and have a drink, get to know each other better?"

I look up in surprise, shocked at his words. My lips fall open for a moment before I stutter my answer, "...y-yes, absolutely...I-I'd love to..."

"Gear! Okay..." he says with a grin, then proceeds to tell me the name of the hotel they're at, and that he's going to tell Mal my name.

He takes hold of my hands and looks directly into my eyes, "I've got to go now, but I'll see you in a bit-can't wait..."

He quickly places a kiss on my cheek before Mal drags him away. I can see George nodding in my direction, giving Mal a look.

I smile widely as I turn to leave, my legs shaking with nerves.

George Harrison. THE George Harrison wants to get to know me! This must be a dream, there's no possible way....

After pushing through the throngs of screaming girls I reach the cool outside air, my heated cheeks cooling down a bit.

I walk down the street a little ways and wait for a cab just as patiently as I waited for him.

*******

"Our George's gotten himself some entertainment for the evening, Lads!" John shouts after we've stumbled into the car.

"Fuck off", George replies, "If ya can.." he adds with a wink.

Arriving at the hotel after after snaking through the pedestrian and vehicular traffic, Mal makes sure the boys get to the suite in one piece. He's reminded of my particulars by George, who quickly heads off for a bath.

*******

After a few minutes a cab finally arrives, I give the driver the name of the hotel and he's off in a matter of seconds. I stare down at my hands, my nerves surging.

I dig through my small purse and pull out a compact mirror. I check myself in the reflection for a few moments before snapping it shut.

Replacing the mirror, my hand finds a tube of chapstick, applying it as my eyes drink in the light of the city surrounding me.

Before I know it I've arrived. I hand over the fare and exit the cab on shaky legs, slowly making my way to the entrance of the grand hotel.