dreaming with the beatles //new version✨

dream #3: a soul of luxury- g.h

A Fairy-Tale Theme 🏰
1963
Dedicated to George Harrison
Rip your beautiful soul ✨🕊

Life could feel so fraudulent sometimes .

Life was too good to be true.

You were gifted with riches since the day you were born. Gifted with jewels as big as your ears and perfumes of fragrances you couldn't even describe.

Every day of the week their was always something new to entertain you. Whether that was with a live performance from famous singers or a new pet.

But George. George was something that made you the happiest woman on earth. Nothing could compare to him. He treated you more like a queen then your diamonds and emeralds ever did.

George had riches himself but it was never on his agenda to flaunt off his luxury items like you and your family did.

And really his luxury items were not glorious.

His items were guitars, guitar pics, biscuits and most importantly, his love.

George was rich. Rich in soul. And that mattered the most.

You came down from a long line of royalty down in your family.

Every generation never skipped a beat on knowing they were better then everyone else and knew that they meant much more because of their loads of money.

No doubt about it to at you were rich but you weren't as rich as George. Even if you wanted to and tried too it seemed so hard to reach the level of George's.

It was one sunny day and the Blue Jays were chirping in harmony while the Robins bolted from one tree to the other. The flowers were blossoming into divine beauty in which the bees pollinated from.

You woke up from your slumber with wide eyes and the thought of George. You jumped off your pink bed and kicked off your matching satin sheets that weren't as warm as normal fluffed sheets that George had in his little cottage down by the Beetle River.

George lived in a adorable cottage with his astounding fairy garden that was accompanied with white outside decor to sit in and eat biscuits and drink tea.

But the favorite thing about his land was the flowers. And you'd spend you time in the field with a basket, picking the prettiest ones to gift to loved ones in your family. But the first batch of flowers were always given to George.

A lot of the times though he'd be out their with you and distract you.

The day prior you were in his field and were trying to find pink poppy's. But you struggled finding any.

Suddenly a hand was pressed against your tummy and a frame was behind you that made you feel all type of ways.

You melted into his arms and fell back against his thin frame.

"George.." you breathed his violet smell, smell of river as well. Almost as if water had rushed through his hair and his clothes just a minute ago but magically he stayed dry.

"Y/N.." he slightly moaned in your ear which gave you chills. He chuckled in your ear as well.

"Here, come sit with me."