Oh! Darling- George Harrison x Reader

seven

I arrive home, hiding as much of my decorated neck as possible with the collar of Paul's jacket and Alice's foundation. It's not perfect, and it 100% isn't mum-proof but it's the best I can do.

I've decided that the plan is to sneak in and hope to every god above that mum is at work and doesn't hear, but sometimes she gets Marie to cover her Sunday shift.

I turn my key in the lock as slowly as possible and push the door open, knowing the point that it freaks and cringing when it does. I don't hear anything from indoors, so I race upstairs (after taking my shoes off, of course).

I dart into my room and slam my door behind me, and as I face the rest of my room, I see my mum, picking my laundry up from the floor. My eyes widen as I see her notice me, smiling.

'Morning, love! How was Alice's?'

She hasn't noticed!

'Oh it was... really fun'

'I'm glad'

She smiles sweetly, just looking at me. Then she notices my jacket.

'Ooh! Is that Paul's jacket?'

'Yes, it's cold!'

'You've got the collar all dodgy! Let me sort it'

She steps towards me, putting the washing down and holding her hand out towards the collar.

'No, no, it's fine! Apparently this is the new thing'

She looks skeptical,

'I've never seen anyone wear it like that, and I see a lot of youths in the café'

She's not wrong, but I have to convince her one way or another. Time for plan b.

'Lay off, alright? I'm tired'

She rolls her eyes,

'Fine, have a shower! You reek of alcohol'

I'm glad the grumpy tactic worked, because it gives me more time to figure out what to do. However, I'm still exhausted from last night, so for now, I'm gonna shower then nap.

I step out of the shower and look in the mirror, the make up seems to have made them even worse, irritating them somehow, causing them to be a brighter red. Perfect.

I step out of the bathroom and walk back to my own room, hearing a gasp from beside me.

Please don't be mum, please don't be mum

I turn and see Billy. He looks horrified,

'Eva! What's that?!'

I rush over to him as quickly as possible without my towel falling down,

'Billy! shut up! Shut up!'

'What's going on?!'

'Nothing! They're just... spots!'

'They look big!'

'Trust me, it's fine. A few girls at school have got them'

'Are you sure? I could ask mum for help?'

'No, no! Trust me, I'm fine'

I smile at him as genuinely as I can and he steps back into his room without a word. To be fair, love bites would look sinister if you didn't know what they were.