his eyes were the first thing i noticed about him. they were so big, expressive, and so dark. i could still recall the feeling that swept over my body the evening my eyes caught his.
i remembered the night i first met george harrison as i picked through the film from the fall of nineteen sixty seven in that old leather bag i once had. my thumb grazed lovingly over the photograph of george and i.
it was from the day we stole paul's car and drove miles and miles away from the venue just to catch a break. my lips were pressed against his cheek as he drove, in the photograph. one hand on the wheel, the other attempting to cover his face.
the cigarette smoke everywhere in between.
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"do you even know where we're going?" i asked george, lighting a cigarette of my own and turning the dial on the radio up.
he shrugged his shoulders as he adjusted the rear view mirror to ensure paul was no longer chasing behind us. after all, we were in his car and the boys had a show in about twelve minutes.
"it's a load of bullocks, honestly. we've been touring for a month straight and we've had two off days. paul's just jealous he didn't think of running away first." george smirked slyly.
"or maybe he's just pissed because we took his car and left him with my piece of shit VW."
we both laughed.
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𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 | george harrison
Фанфикnovember, nineteen sixty seven "you were an unexpected surprise, the defining moment. the collision of stars that slammed into me hard and sent my neat little world plummeting into the ocean. i never expected it to be you, you know? but it is you...
