Beatles oneshots (mostly Mclennon)

McHarrison

Title: Exposed

{PART ONE}

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The old, wooden stairs creaked as Paul trudged downstairs, making his way to the kitchen. He and George were staying in a small hotel room in London whilst they waited for their next show. Today was their free day, the free day they got about once in two months. Paul planned to spend it lounging about in his pyjamas. It'd been ages since he'd done that. The black-haired man opened the glass door and stepped lazily into the kitchen, it was small, with just an oven, fridge and a few cupboards, but they didn't eat there very often so it didn't matter. Off to the left of the room, next to the sink, George sat at the table, newspaper in hand. His face was wearing a horrified expression, skin pale and eyes opened wide. 

"Georgie? What's up?" Paul asked sweetly, loving look in his hazel eyes. See, George and Paul had been dating for quite a bit, at least four months, after a very awkward and accidental confession from George, Paul realised, yes he did fancy the younger man, and despite it being illegal, he was going to go out with this man. They shared a bed when they could, sneaking kisses in between shows. The others figured it out eventually, John was slightly hesitant but eventually came around. Ringo was very sweet, grinning wildly with a twinkle in his vibrant eyes. 

George gulped loudly, "Well, you see..." he stuttered. Paul noticed the sweat trickling down his (rather attractive) neck and decided to wait a moment for him to collect himself. He watched as George lifted his calloused fingers to his temples and rubbed lightly and let out a heavy sigh, "Do you remember when we went for a walk on Friday evening?" he started.

Paul nodded, curious as to why George was acting this way, "Yeah, that was two days ago."

George gulped again, "Do you remember when I held your hand when we were walking back to the hotel because we assumed no one would see us in the dark." 

Paul nodded slowly, puzzled for a moment until realisation slapped him in the face, "Were," he swallowed the gradually growing lump in his throat, "Were we seen?" he strained. 

George nodded solemnly, "Apparently some drunk bird saw us and snapped a picture before rushin' to the press." he explained. Paul noticed his accent thickening, as it always did when he was stressed.

"Can I see?"

George passed the newspaper over, Paul looked at the picture. It was undeniably them, they were wearing their suit trousers and shirts. Paul looked at their hands, they were linked. 

"Oh, Jesus." he whispered.

"Speakin'." George joked automatically, drawing a shaky laugh from his boyfriend. 

"What are we going to do, Geo?" he wondered.

"Well, the lads will have seen it by now and they'll support us, I'm sure. We've got a press conference comin' up in three days so we can plan somethin' to say when they inevitably ask." 

"Right. Okay. John and Ringo can probably help, it'll just be like writing a group song!" Paul offered. 

"Sounds good," George responded, turning back to his cereal, which had turned soggy. 

The phone rung, causing both boys to jump out of their skin. Paul hesitantly picked up the phone and brought it up to his ear,

"Paul McCartney," he answered.

"I know it's you, ya' git, I phoned you, didn't I?" a familiar, nasally voice criticised jokingly through the phone. Paul visibly relaxed, answering George's quizzical look by mouthing 'John' to him. George let out a sigh of relief before standing up and pouring his cereal down the sink.

"Alright, John," Paul found himself grinning, "How are you?" 

"I'm alright, it's not me we should be worryin' about, though, it is?" Paul could hear his matching grin in his tone.

"Hm," he answered intelligently.

"You've got yourself in a bit of a pickle, haven't you?" John joked, but Paul could still hear the worry seeping into his voice.

"Yeah, I don't know what we're supposed to do, John."

"We've got a press conference in two days."

"It's three, and I know. George and I want to plan something to say then, but we might yours and Ringo's help." 

"Need old Johnny's support in ya' time of need, eh?"

"Annoyingly so."

"Your harsh words cut me, Macca." he wailed dramatically.

Paul cackled, "You're alright, Lenny, but anyway, get your arse over here and bring Ringo."

"Sir, yes, sir." John joked, "but seriously for a second, I'm here for you, okay?"

Paul smiled softly, "I know, you soft sod. Now stop lounging about and come over."

"Bold of you to assume I'm lounging around." John responded. Paul heard the undeniable sound of rustling bed sheets. 

"All you do it lounge around, Johnny."

"Well, I can't deny that." John chuckled, "Right, I'll be over in 10."

"See ya' in a bit then."

"Yep, bye Macca."

"Bye."

Paul hung up, he turned around to find George watching him from the counter, smiling gently. 

"What?" he asked, blushing lightly.

"Nothin'," George answered, pushing himself away from the side, walking towards his boyfriend. 

"Well, it must be somethin'." 

George sighed, "It's just... you." he pulled Paul into a sweet hug.

"Awe, Georgie, you soft lad."

"Shut up, Paul."

Paul giggled, "John and Ringo are comin' over in about 10 minutes, just to warn you." he informed George, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Ugh."

"Nice, Geo."

"I know right." he winked. George gently pecked Paul's forehead before drawing away from the hug. 

"Now, what's for breakfast?"

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Well, that's a thing now. I actually really like this. It is only part one, I think I'm going to write three parts. This is the first 'McHarrison' one-shot I've ever written, I do hope you like it.

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Q: Does your family like The Beatles too?

A: My family kind of do, my mums side respect them, but only a few of them truly like them, but my dads side is ignorant and stupid sO..