𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 | GEORGE HARRISON

𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮

the seemingly endless dreams with george continued. for weeks straight, i had dreams about him, with him. i don't know how to describe the weeks leading up to george's proposition. everything seemed normal. george was as sweet as ever. he told me a few stories about beatlemania while we laid in the bed in the cottage, tracing figures on my hands. since i was dreaming, i couldn't fall asleep in the dream. but i still liked closing my eyes and pretending i was sleeping sometimes.

george and i cooked meals. i listened to him play the guitar, ukulele, piano and banjo while there was nothing else to do. we ate delicious treats and things i can only describe as delectable. we drank sweet tea and laughed at silly things we said and did. it was simply euphoric-being with george. at least for a while.

"y'know, george," we were outside, watching the sunset for about the millionth time. laying on the ground in the field beside me, george hummed. "i don't know if i've ever told you before, but... being here with you in these dreams just... makes me so happy," i closed my eyes. he smiled at me once i opened them.

"well, i'm glad," he reached down and pulled up the small package of strawberries we brought. he set them on his chest, eating them one by one. "they make me happy, too."

i sighed. simply euphoric. "so... what do you do when you're not in my dreams?" i wondered, leaning over to grab a strawberry.

"oh... i write songs... watch over a few people... pray..." his slender fingers slipped the strawberries into his mouth, stem and all. i must've been giving him a crazy look because he paused for a second. "caroline, it's a dream. i could be doing worse." he breathily laughed.

i scooted closer to george, feeling his warmth in the chilly field. i was, of course, wearing another pesky, sleeveless dress. it was purple. george's favourite colour. "i think i love you," i blurted out. at the time, i didn't know whether or not i said it out loud or not, but that didn't matter. it was true. i loved george. even if he didn't feel the same. why else would he incorporate himself into my dreams, though?

his face seemed blank, but then he just sighed, breaking some of the tension. "i love you, too." and just like that, with only three words, my dreams were complete. we loved each other.

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i knew george was up to something when he wasn't wearing the usual. he was wearing some collared white dress shirt tucked into a pair of jeans. usually, he just wore whatever. also, my dress didn't have any floral print on it. just plain light blue. i was wearing white heels and my hair was done in small curls. george's hair had a small bounce to it, making him look even younger than he was.

every dream started with either the field, the cottage or the little pond he and i found one night when while wandering around before sunset. tonight it started at the pond. there i was, gazing at george skipping rocks along the lily-pad filled pond.

he didn't notice me until i came up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. he took a sudden breath in and looked at me, then gave me about the biggest grin i've ever seen. he put his arm around me and pulled me in closer. i rested my head on his shoulder while he spoke.

"how was your day off?" he playfully glanced over, still encasing my figure in a bone-crushing hold.

i sighed against him. he practically squeezed it out of me. "unusually calm," i sucked my lips in while staring out at the pond. "but, i'm sure you know that. you know everything about my life at this point." he snickered at me.

"not everything," he teased. when he finally released me of his grip, i crossed my arms, still almost leaning into him. he was warm. welcoming. oddly exuberant that night. "you look dazzling tonight." he commented.

i held back a smug grin. "you do too," i flushed. even though every dream started this way-him making a kind or thoughtful remark on my appearance, it seemed to
make me blush every time. "what's up with the dress shirt? is there a special occasion?" i looked over to meet him at chest level. i wasn't short, george was just tall compared to me.

"perhaps," george thought for a moment before saying this. i wondered what the occasion could've possibly been; nothing ever happened in these dreams! "you'll have to find out."

i smiled confusedly as he threw another rock into the pond. we were only about eight or nine feet away from it. once he was finished, he turned to me and fixated his delightful brown eyes on mine. i didn't know what to say or do when he looked at me like this. it didn't necessarily make me nervous. it only made me feel inadequate most times.

"i like your dress," he stuck his lower lip out, looking me up and down approvingly.

"you say that about every dress, though," i raised my brows at him.

"well, you look good in all of them, so why not?"

we shared a nice little moment while grinning at one another, but it felt torn away when george turned away to walk back to the cottage. it made me feel better, though, when he reached back to grasp my hand in his. these dreams always felt so real. too real.

"right this way, miss arquette," he ushered me in the small wooden doorway all the way inside to the table where at the table were two plates full of spaghetti and garlic bread.

astonished george did this for me, i gasped. there were even candles lighting the area. "oh, george, it's..." i scanned the room. candles, spaghetti, bread, a new tablecloth. how could george have been more obvious? "wonderful!" i looked back to him, pleased with his effort. he looked satisfied.

"just a little something i threw together before you came," he put his hands behind his back, humbly looking down and talking. i walked to the chairs but before i could even have the chance to sit, george pulled the chair out for me. i smiled at him, sitting with happiness beyond capacity.

"such a gentleman," sitting in the wooden chair, i wondered what possibly could've made george do something like this. the farthest he normally went was holding my hand and complimenting me. now he's a cook? "thanks for... all this," i licked my lips, staring at the delicious wonder.

"anytime, really." he steepled his hands together saying this, eyeing me over the table after sitting down. "i'll pray... um... god, thank you for... allowing caroline and i to... dream. and eat. amen."

and so, with a variable amount of confusion, i dug in. george followed quickly once he realized it wasn't the polite kind of eating, either.

it was only a dream, after all. right?

𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐎 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈 𝐌 𝐓 𝐄 𝐋 𝐋 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐆 𝐎 𝐎 𝐃 𝐈 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐔𝐔𝐔𝐔𝐔𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐗 4 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 ((((::::