The Beatles Imagines

☾ exhale☽

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The Beatles Imagines

Time seems to go by quickly as life feels overwhelmingly hard. You spend time in the park only for George to find you.

Inspired by Sabrina Carpenter's single, 'Exhale'.

☾ exhale☽

george harrison x reader

A/N: i wrote this because sad boy hours happened. although, it does make me write more (who knew?). also, can you tell this is not how i feel four times a week? anyway, enjoy!

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year: 1969 ☾☽

The soles of my shoes thud against the pavement as I rush out of the school building as the door slammed it behind me. It was my last hour at school, and thank god, I had to get out of there. My bag bounced on my back as I continued to run through the front of the building to the streets and the green, grassy fields beside the parking lot. Tears of frustration and anger streamed down my face as I furiously try to wipe them away, my vision getting more blurry.

Everything and everyone in life have just been stacking up, getting overwhelmed. I can feel the world on my back and not my hands. Everybody tells me shit I didn't ask; I think I'm reaching my limit.

Slumping my bag off my shoulder, I stopped running and stood there in the sunny blue sky, taking in the air and letting the stubborn tears stream down my face. I face the sky, thinking of something, anything—other than the overwhelming feelings and the weight that resides on my shoulder and I've put on myself. "Just give me a chance." I mutter to myself, calming my shaky breaths. The voice of everyone important echo in my head. My mom's voice, my dad's voice, my sisters' voices—all of them overlap in a clash like thunder. "I think I'm reaching my limit..." I say under my breath as the sun beams down on my face. I go to one place where I can go. Somewhere to breath and exhale for a minute.

I grudgingly head to the part beside the large library and plop myself behind a large copper statue to get my anxiety to die down. Curling up in a ball, I try making sense of it all. I just need a minute, for everything. To calm down for a moment, a second for everything happening. I regret putting too much weight on words, glances, situations and this is what happens in the end. I sob, huddled behind the statue as the sun continues to shine above me, the green grass blowing beneath me and the people going about their day around me. And I'm here with the expectation of my world crashed and forced on my back and not my hands.

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Time passes and I don't even know it; the warm sun was soon replaced by moonlight and cool breezes. The street lights had come on and I finally stopped crying a few hours ago and avoided going back home to him. I didn't want to bother him with my problems and I knew if I talked to him about it I would cry in front of him, and I didn't want him to see me sad. So I stayed in the park working on homework and switching to reading my favourite book. One of the street lights had provided me with great lighting for me to read. Reading really helped me clear my head for a while, and as I finished my assigned book for a class I plopped on the park bench, huddled in a ball, the sadness reaching to pull me back.

' I put too much weight on words and glances
I, I put too much weight on situations
I, I put too much on myself
Thinking "I don't deserve what I've earned", '

I thought to myself as I close my eyes to exhale for a minute, to sit down for a second, a moment even. Suddenly, a familiar voice echoes through the empty, dark park around me. "Y/N?" George's voice snaps my eyes open as I sit up from the park bench. My heart felt heavy with guilt as the thought of him worrying about me filled my eyes with tears. I didn't want him to worry about me, get sad about me. He doesn't deserve someone that makes him sad. "George?" I yell out the best I can; my voice hoarse and dry like sandpaper. "Y/N!" George sees me from the street lights beaming over me. I close my eyes as I feel George's arms wrap around me tightly and his body engulfs me in a tight embrace, feeling his facial hair rubbing against your neck. "I thought I lost you. Is everything alright?" He said, kissing me. I sniffle a little, looking down at my shoes and avoiding his worrying eyes. "Y/N, please, talk to me." He begs softly. "I, just..... needed a place to breathe for a second." Without even saying another word, George's eyes are filled with understanding, like he read my mind as he pulled me in a hug again. "I love you. I love you, and don't forget that." He said so softly as he kissed your forehead. My arms grip on his back, as I bury my face in his chest and take in his everything. His scent, his embrace, his love. I can feel his hand lay on my head as he makes small circles to comfort me.

Suddenly, George felt a single rain drop fall from the sky onto the back of his hand and felt a large exhale come from the girl he loves so much that is in his arms. Kissing to top of her head again, he comforts her the best way he can in the middle of a summery park at midnight.

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