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George Harrison - The Bestfriend Game

You'd known the Beatles for so long.
Through every album and every phase. It was now 1968. The boys were still strong with the music but it was becoming clear that they all wanted different things in life and this wouldn't last forever. No one would be the first to admit it, not for a while anyway.

You, like them, had worked your way up. Being made a valuable member of Apple Records.

Things were so different now. Paul had taken more and more control over the band in every sense. John was a completely different person; bringing new ideas, morals, and Yoko with him to the studio everyday. Ringo was just plodding along at the moment and had left the band for a short time during The White Album. And George was... George. He had new interests and motivation but he remained everything you knew and loved about him. He was your closest friend.

You weren't even in the room but you could hear them arguing. Though you couldn't fully make out what was being said.

"There's no point, George. It's daft."

"But-"

"I'm not doing it. You're outvoted."

"You disagree with everyone, Paul. And Ringo, you're just scared to try something different. John agrees with me, that a split vote. And (Y/N) said it could get a good sound-." George whined.

"(Y/N) isn't in the band." Ringo pointed out from behind his drums.

"No, but from a production standpoint-"

"(Y/N) is always gonna be on your side. And it's got nothing to do with production! You can't not know, Hazza, she's only agreeing with you because she's in love with you, otherwise-" Paul was stopped by George.

"W-what?"

"Oh come on, it's obvious." John answered for him, sharing a look with Yoko, who sat silently but smiled at the comment.

"That's not true, she's my friend." Geo scowled and looked away. They were just being arseholes. They didn't know you like he did, there was no way they'd know something like that. George didn't even know that... because it just wasn't true.

"She told me herself, y'know." Paul shrugged.

"She did what?"

"I..err. Well, I mean... it's not really my place, is it?" He suddenly got a lot more nervous when he saw the venomous look on George's face.

And suddenly the door to your office swung open and smacked into the wall, making you look up and see George stood there seething. He looked like he might take the door off it's hinges if he slammed it closed so you prayed he'd leave it open for now.

"You alright?" You asked. He slammed the door behind him, so much for that, and began to paced around a little. "Who did what this time?"

"Paul."

"And what did he do?" You pull off your reading glasses and put them on the table in front of you, on top of the paperwork you were completing.

"It's what he said." George fumed.

"What did he s-?"

"Is it true? Is Paul lying? Were you joking, or is it true?" He asked in a suddenly accusing tone, turning to face you. You had no idea what he was talking about due to the lack of context.

"Specifics?"

"Are you in love with me? Did you tell Paul that you're in love with me?" He speaks more gently this time. You don't fully register what he asks until he snaps again. "Well!?"