𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 | george harrison

four

"so? what do you think?" ringo asked, holding the ugliest hat over his head i've ever seen in my life.

"i'm gonna say no to that one," i laughed, gently taking the hat out of hands and placing it back on the rack.

it was their day off, the lads decided it'd be a good idea to explore around manchester since they had a considerable amount of odd shops. we had wondered into a men's suit and hat shop, needless to say i was bored out of my mind. but, i didn't dare complain. it was almost like, since they saved me, it's only right that i keep my mouth shut and my complaints to myself.

sometimes i even felt guilty just for having fun. i don't deserve it.

"how 'bout it?" george asked, interrupting me from my thoughts.

"huh? sorry. i was uh, i'm thinking about lunch." i let out a nervous laugh.

"jesus, we just ate breakfast. slow down or we're gonna have to roll you back to london." john laughed, hitting george in the chest at his own joke.

"you're an idiot, lennon." he said sternly, rolling his eyes.

before i had the chance to realise george had just defended me, paul began to honk his car horn from the lot outside. we had borrowed a rental for the day, considering the four men needed a break from the bus. and a break from ernie.

"chop chop! my hair isn't going to cut itself, folks. my appointment is in ten minutes!" paul exclaimed dramatically, sticking his head out the window.

"very well." ringo muttered, closing the shop door behind him as we followed him out.

once we all piled in the car, george brought up an interesting topic. with me sitting in between him and ringo, john and paul in the front, he said, "maybe we oughta go to a shop for michelle next. after all, shes been in the same dress since we met last week."

i blushed with embarrassment. a bit because of what george had pointed out, and a bit because i had zero spending money and i couldn't possibly let the lads buy me anything.

"oh i'm fine, let's just go get paul's hair taken care of," i started, causing paul to nod in agreement as we sped to the barber.

"nonsense! paul, sweetie, be a dear and pull over up at that dress shop on the corner." john demanded.

"b-but... my appointment."

"paul."

he took a swift turn. i had no choice, we were going dress shopping.

"john, really, i don't even have much money on me. you don't have to take me, you've done so much already," i rambled until ringo cut me off.

"please! it's the least we can do! you've made us all of our meals. you've cleaned our bus... twice,"

"let us buy you a dress, love." george spit out of nowhere, placing a hand on my thigh. i blushed an even deeper shade of red, moving myself an inch closer to ringo, getting loose from george's grip.

I couldn't.

he smiled awkwardly, taking his hand back to his own lap. in attempt to make him feel better, i gave in.

"okay." i agreed, causing all the boys to cheer. including paul, who was now apparently on board.

i hadn't been dress shopping since before i dropped out at cambridge. shockingly enough, the last time was with my mothers money.

i've never even had my own job.

once we arrived, i followed the band into the shop. they were more excited than me. the four of them immediately began to look at different styles, talking amongst themselves on how the piece would work on me. i stood nervously at the front, unsure of what would be the proper thing to do.

"can i help you find something, love?" a man asked, in a polo with the name of the shop written on the corner.

"oh, no. i'm just browsing with my friends actually." i flashed a small smile, gesturing towards the lads who were now making fools out of themselves putting dresses in front of each other. "bloody hell."

he laughed lightly, turning back to me. "well they seem a bit preoccupied. come on, i'll help you pick something, yeah?"

he placed a hand on my back gently and began to push me to the other side of the store. i didn't wanna be rude, but i felt like rubbish looking at dresses with another man while the men who were paying for me were somewhere else.

i stood uncomfortably as he picked through dresses, asking generic questions.

"size?"

"two."

"fit?"

"uh... well i like mini."

"good choice."

raising my brow, i stepped a bit closer to him. i was planning on questioning him on that last comment, but before i could he was holding the dress up to my body and standing a bit too close for comfort.

"could you,"

"hey! get your bloody hands off of her!" george exclaimed out of nowhere, grabbing the man's shoulders and pushing him away from me.

"watch it, wanker. i was just helping her pick something out because clearly you and your band of morons forgot to do just that."

"listen, twat,"

"just stop! i don't need either one of you to pick something out for me. i don't even know why we're here right now! i'm fine with what i have, really!" i exclaimed, pushing past the both of them and finding the other three who were completely unaware of what had just happened.

a few moments later, george found his way back to the group with a little bag that had the name of the shop on it.

"we can uh, we can go now." he said, awkwardly holding up the bag.

"bullocks! we were all supposed to pick one out!" paul complained as we made our way to the door.

almost as if this was planned, the three of them piled into the car immediately, leaving george and i standing out front of the shop still.

"you didn't have to buy me a dress, george. i really don't deserve it, especially after my little outburst back there,"

"nonsense. the both of us overstepped our boundaries with you, yeah? it won't happen again. just... here." he said, handing over the bag.

i turned over my shoulder, noticing the three lads were all watching through the windshield. i rolled my eyes, getting into the car myself.

"oh christ." george muttered, repeating my actions.

just as we were seated before, we all sat in the parked car as the boys anticipated me opening the bag.

"really? we're gonna sit out here while i open this?" i smiled, starting to feel a bit excited myself.

"duh."

"well go on!"

"open it!"

i carefully removed the tissue paper, revealing the beautiful dress inside.
it was a dark purple velvet mini dress. the top had a deep v line cut with long sleeves tight to the arm that began to flow at the elbow. the bottom being tight to my hips.

"george, this is too much. i mean, this is just beautiful." i exclaimed. i really did love it. the dress reminded me of my favourite shop at home in london, biba.

"whoa. did you get that one for her or for your own viewing pleasure, harrison?" john snarked, causing ringo and paul to roar in laughter.

george shot him a look that read, "i'll strangle you if you don't close your mouth."

i laughed too, seeing george blush with embarrassment.

"thank you." i said, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"hey hey hey! i know the car is parked, but there are other people in this vehicle." ringo joked, this time, causing both george and i to blush.

these lads really had a way of making me blush more than i ever had before.