((Hey yall. Before you read this I just wanted to say this is for my best friend. Who's name is Martha. This. Is. Not. About. His. Dog. lmao))
"GEORGEEEEEE!" I called through the bathroom door. "We have 45 minutes! And my fucking hair is still in rollers and my brush is with you!" He had been in the shower for 1 1/2 and all I could hear was occasional song note coming from the bathroom. I knew he was divisiving a new song, I leant against the door frame sighing listening to his faint singing from the room. Suddenly, the shower turned off and a soaking wet completely naked George opened the door.
"While My Guitar Gentle Weepssssss. What d'ya think baby?" He said smiling down at me showing his gorgeous teeth.
"I think..." I said reaching up to cup his chin. "You should get the fuck out of the bathroom" I pushed him out the way and grabbing my brush.
30 minutes later, George was ready and down stairs. Creating a dramatic entrance I slowly walked into the living room, making sure he could see every part of my outfit.
"Wow y/n" His jaw had dropped to the floor.
"Stop staring at me Harrison" I smirked, he ran towards me an enveloped me in a hug.
The door bell rang, I opened the door and flung my arms around Paul's neck.
"Paulie!" I squealed. Then I saw Martha smiling sweetly. "Martha! You look gorgeous!" She hugged me back and George and Paul hugged aswell imitating us.
Martha hit Paul lightly over the head, who threw her over his shoulder and marched towards the car.
"Come on Geo! This is how you treat a bird right!" He called over his other shoulder.
"Well come on then!" I said expecting him to carry me roughly over his shoulder, instead he swooped me up into his arms, and rubbed his nose against mine. After the boys had us in the back of the car Paul started to drive to the next town. I watched Martha lean forwards and wrap her arms around Paul's neck and kiss him gently on the cheek.
"Eh careful love, I'm driving" He said, pretending to swerve off the dark road.
"Jesus Paul! You nearly killed us!" I laughed as I felt a hand snake onto my thigh. George has reached behind the car seat to rest his hand on my thigh. I smiled into the darkness, I could feel Martha looking at me so I glanced over to her. She was giving me a knowing look- "Can it Lynam" I said rolling my eyes.
"I didn't say a word..." She said sitting back in the car.
We pulled up at 66 Shake Shack- a diner that reflected the 50s perfectly- which was my favourite place in the world.
"George! You never said we were coming here!" I said smiling at him.
"It was a surprise for ya beautiful" He replied turning in his chair and brushing hair out of my eyes.
"Come on then" Paul said, he voice breaking slightly. George and Paul got out of the car and opened the doors for us to step out.
"M'lady" They said simultaneously. As we stepped into the night air, light rain started to fall- George instinctively shrugged off his thick leather jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders, it smelt of heaven. Aftershave, musk and tobacco.
"Well thank you, good sir" I said bowing slightly. He smiled sweetly at me and put a thin arm around me. "Urgh you gorgeous human!" I whispered into his ear. He pushed open the door but Paul and Martha pushed through giggling first.
"Snooze ya lose. Dickheads" Paul said from the booth they got by the window. We rolled our eyes at the same time and slid onto the chairs. Me next to Paul and George next to Martha. A waitress arrived next to our table, and requested our orders.
"Hmm maybe your number?" Paul said with a wink. He yelped as Martha kicked him hard under the table, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I keep forgetting!" He whispered hoarsely to her. "Four milkshakes and 3 fries please." George calmly said over the quiet fighting.
"You two shush! You're fighting like a married couple! And your even not married yet! Shit!" I looked desperately at Paul and mouthed sorry- he shook his head in annoyance.
"Wait what what? Paulie what is she on about?" Martha looked at all of us in turn. George put his fingers in his ears and looked at the roof, I became very interested in the menu and Paul started singing quietly.
"I hate you all. I'm going to the toilet, come on y/n" Martha said scooting out of the booth.
We went to the toilet, touched up our makeup and returned to find our boys in a very deep conversation.
"Are you kidding me Geo? I'm obviously a T-Rex?!" Paul said wringing his hands. As we stood by the table.
"No you fool! Your the dipliadocous of the Beatles" George replied twice as angry.
"No that's Ringo" Martha said sitting down, completely unfazed by the confusing conversation.
"Martha? I've got something to ask you." Paul said hurriedly, realising that we had been listening. As if on que George grabbed my wrist and pulled me from the restaurant. We sat ourselves on the hood of Paul's car in perfect view of Martha and him. George lit a cigarette and took a puff before passing it to me. We couldn't hear the conversation but we could see a ring, smiles and tears falling from both there eyes.
"Paul's more of a girl than Martha" George giggled.
"Do you think that could be us one day?" I muttered solemnly. I'd always been scared to ask him that, no matter how much I loved him- I was always he'd find someone new and better.
"100000% I promise you. You are gonna be mine. All our lives were gonna be together. Cause I couldn't imagine me being sane without you" He whispered softly into my ear.
I was the luckiest girl alive.
