dancing in the street.

two ➶ storms

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summary: John pays George a visit.
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credit to lovelyritasfanfics.

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It had been storming for the past 14 hours and George had been looking for any way to get out of his house, but his parents had banned him from leaving. Instead, he’d been locked inside all day and forced to play card games with his family. It had been tolerable for the first five minutes, until his brothers started attacking each other and his sister began bawling her eyes out.

That was when George left for his bedroom. He figured anything was better than this and pulled out his guitar. He played to himself for an hour, practicing the songs he had to know for his next gig. To be fair, he didn’t really need the practice, but it calmed him. He kept playing, until he heard tapping on the window.

He looked over and watched it for a few seconds After not hearing anymore, he went back to his guitar. Suddenly, he heard someone shouting outside.

“‘ey, George, you fucker, let me in!”

George grinned and bolted over to the window, opening it and leaning out.

John waved up at him, before walking over to the drainpipe and climbing up to George’s bedroom window. He leaned in and pecked George’s lips quickly.

“Mind if I hop in? I’m drenched out here.”

“And what makes you think I’d want to be drenched in here? There’s a reason I’m not outside, you know.”

“Parents locked you in?”

“…Maybe.”

John laughed, pushing himself over the window ledge and into George’s room. He reached for George’s guitar on the bed and was about to sit down, before George pulled him back up and shoved a pair of pants and a t-shirt into John’s arms.

“You need to change. You look like a wet dog, smell like one too.”

John rolled his eyes and started stripping down, laughing as he noticed George staring at him.

“Something captivating you here, Harrison?”

George laughed nervously and blushed profusely. He rushed off downstairs and left John to change in his room. With every step, he thanked God that Paul had introduced the two of them. None of them had known their relationship would turn out this way, but it really was something great.

George came back up with a plateful of biscuits and set them on the nightstand. John had already claimed the bed, so George crawled in next to him and into his arms. Thunder shook the house. George jumped a little, but then nestled closer into John’s arms.

John rested his chin on George’s head and pulled him against his chest. “I was hoping you’d be afraid of storms, you know.”

“Oh really? Why’s that?”

“Because then I could come to protect you.”

George lifted himself up and nuzzled John’s nose. He opened his eyes and beamed at John, who was still shivering slightly but smiling back.

John sighed happily and played with George’s hair. “Georgie Porgie, puddin’ and pie, kissed the girls ‘n made them all cry, then he gave his Johnny a kiss…” John leaned into George and closed his eyes, letting his lips brush over George’s faintly. “‘n all his Johnny felt was pure bliss.”