𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 | george harrison

seven

i was in awe as i studied george's face while he sang to me. the moonlight hit his face perfectly, making his beautiful features even more prominent. when he sang, his eyes closed at the parts he felt the most passionate about and there was a gleaming twinkle in them when he came to his favourite chords.

after his encore of all my loving, he rested his guitar against the bench and placed an outstretched arm against the back of the bench. making it more than obvious he wanted me to lean against him, may i add.

after giving him an applause, i did as he wanted and sat a bit closer this time. i rested my head gently against his shoulder and he placed his hand tightly on my upper arm.

"there's one song i forgot in that little set."

"what?" i questioned, looking up to his face.

"michelle, ma belle these are words that go together well my michelle." he began to sing once again.

i looked back down immediately, this time burying my face in his sweater. as embarrassed i was, these were the best three minutes i've had in a long time. his voice began to sound a bit raspier since he had been singing on and off all night long, but it only made him sound even better to me.

as he reached the end of the song, he slowed down the pace a bit.

"i want you, i want you, i want you
i think you know by now i'll get to you somehow." he sang, turning his body to face me. he pulled his legs up on the bench and i did the same. he reached his hand out to my cheek, our knees now touching. he leaned in close to me and i could begin to feel his warm breath on my face. his lips were so close to mine and i wanted to badly to reach out and kiss him harder than i've ever done before.

but i didn't.

he tilted his head a bit, making his lips even closer to mine. i quickly put my hand on his and removed it from my cheek carefully.

"i can't, george." i said quietly.

he looked down for a moment before getting up and running a hand through his hair.

"i didn't mean to upset you," i began, getting up myself.

"well you did. can't you see? am i not making it painfully obvious how attracted to you i am?" before i could say anything, he started again. "i mean bloody hell, i thought you felt the same way. if you don't, why did you ask me to dance and why did you follow me out here?"

"who said i don't feel the same way? stop putting words into my mouth."

"you don't have to say anything! i got the point when you pushed me away from you for the hundredth time."

"i didn't want to hurt you."

"well you could've fooled me." he said, almost seeming proud of himself for acting like such a twat.

"i just don't... i don't know if i'm ready for this right now." i sighed, deciding it wasn't worth fighting over.

george picked up his guitar and started back for the bar. "take your fucking time."

"george!" i shouted, attempting to run behind him in my heeled boots. my feet began to burn as tears welled up in my eyes, making my vision blurry. i was able to make out george walking into the bar, though.

i reached down to unzip my right boot first, but i stumbled over something and landed right on my arse. i looked over my shoulder, tears still filling my eyes, and luckily i had fallen right outside of my current home. i slowly stood up on my now barefoot feet and made my way to the bus.

"h-hello? is anyone awake?" i stuttered, wiping my nose.

"we're leaving for the next stop in about twenty minutes, blondie." ernie said sternly.

"okay. do you know if any of the lads," he had already stopped listening to me.
"never mind."

i walked to the little kitchen area, seeing ringo on the couch halfway through a romance novel that seemed rather familiar.

"ritchie? where did you-"

"i got it from your bag!" he smiled, holding it up. i laughed weakly. i tried to appear collected, but attempting to laugh only made it harder to choke down tears.

"michelle? what's wrong?" he asked, the smile on his face twisting into a look of concern.

"well... where are john and paul?"

"john came back about forty five minutes ago drunk as a sailor. he fell right into bed. paul and jane are asleep too i believe. and george,"

"he's at the bar. listen, george tried to kiss me."

"really? well that's great!"

"and i think i broke my heel when i fell on my arse."

"huh?"

"i pulled away, rich."

"what?! why?"

"because! look at me! i'm not stable enough to be in a relationship! i'm such a mess right now, really. you think throwing one mess in with another mess is a good idea?" i explained, feeling the tears burn my eyes again.

"not usually, no. but in this circumstance... your mess needs george and his mess if either of you has any chance of survival." he answered, causing us both to laugh a bit. "speaking of mess number two, looks like he's on his way." ringo said, peering out the window next to us.

"thank you for this, but i should handle this alone." i said, giving him a small peck on his nose. he grinned goofily and headed back to his bunk.

i got up and quickly splashed my face with water because i certainly didn't need george knowing he has the power to make me cry.

even though i felt like he was the one person in the world who had the power to break my entire heart.

moments later, i heard his footsteps on the bus. i turned to the counter and tried to make myself appear busy.

just as i reached to get the tea bags from the cabinet, i felt two strong hands around my waist. i dropped the box of tea as the man turned me to face him. he lifted me and placed me on the counter as his grip tightened on my hips. a second later, his lips crashed onto mine.

every muscle in my body relaxed, but at the same time it felt like there was explosives shooting off inside. i could feel his pulse in my veins. i could feel every detail in his skin as i touched his face. as our lips moved in a sloppily perfect sync, i felt myself melt into him. it was like we moulded intricately together to create the one whole life we were both craving. in that moment i couldn't fathom the thought of touching the lips of someone else ever again. every second i fell deeper into him, pushing myself as close to his body as humanly possible.

i didn't want anyone else.

after what seemed to be an eternity later, the man pulled away; leaving me absolutely breathless.

"did that help you make up your mind?"