Beatles Imagines (Slow Uploads) [Temporarily Discontinued]

Forever (George)

All we were doing was laughing. All we were doing was dancing to the jukebox. All we were doing was having a couple drinks. All we were doing was having fun. "You're really pretty you know that?" The bartender told me. "Have you ever ridden on a motorcycle?" He asked me totally flirting.

"Oh, erm." I looked at him like a deer in headlights. I felt and arm go around my waist and George's lips come in contact with my forehead.

"Oh!" The bartender turned red and ran back behind the counter.

"Ha." He directed the snarky laugh at the bartender. He released my waist and grabbed my wrist with a little bit of force.

"Ow George, you're hurting my wrist." I told him as he led me out of the pub. He loosened his grip but he was still dragging me. "If I fall George, I'm blaming you." I mumbled, confused by his sudden burst of intensity. He marched down the road until we got to his house. He opened the door and dragged me inside slamming the door. He pushed me against the wall and smashed his soft lips against mine.

I kissed back. Still insanely confused by his intensely quiet nature and actions, I pushed against his chest in a Please back up sort of way. "George?" I looked at him. "Are you ok? You're acting VERY weird."

"Mmhm" he nodded. I gave him a look. He sighed. "I'm just jealous, that's all."

"What is there to be jealous about?" I asked him smiling a little.

"It seemed like you were into the bartender, who by the way, was TOTALLY flirting with you." He huffed.

"Georgie, you have nothing to worry about. He's not my type." I giggled, pecking his cheek.

He smiled. "Well, what is your type then?" He asked with a smile.

I grabbed his hands and dragged him over to the couch where I pushed him gently so that he'd sit down. "Let's see." I smiled. "Well I like guys who have a nice, but small, group of close friends, that I can get along with." I looked at him, still holding his hands. "I also like guys with a great career." I laughed. "Someone who every girl wants to be with but he chose to stick with me. Someone who-" He interrupted me by pushing his lips against mine. I giggled. "Well I haven't found him yet, but I feel like he's just around the corner." I joked as he pushed me away playfully. Laughing, he put his hands over his heart.

"Well Love," George looked at me, his hands still holding his heart. "Tell me when you find him, because I wanna make sure he's good enough for you." He whispered.

"Georgie?" I looked at him, with the nose serious look on my face.

"Yes (y/n)?" He looked at me, seeing my serious look he froze.

"I think I found him." I pressed my lips onto his, smiling.

"Well I think he's great. In fact there's nobody better for you." He stood up. I looked at him. He knelt down. "I want you to keep this guy forever." He whispered, pulling out the ring box. I threw my arms around him.

"I will." I promised.