those were words with which paul, ringo and john could describe their guitarist george the past few weeks. being in liverpool for a few weeks and then going to america again made him quite unstable. he’d have mood swings, insomnia and his bad side - you could say - showing. why, you ask?
while the band was in liverpool, their home, george had reunited with his childhood friend and long-time crush, y/n. since they were kids, y/n and george had done everything together for their mothers were close friends and both families often did things together and visited each other. they had lived across the street from each other and always came over after school.
when george found out he really liked the girl as more than just a friend, he was in another country. far away from y/n physically and mentally. it was before they returned to their home town. but, in the few weeks he spent there, he never found the right moment to tell her. and y/n wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind as of her mother had passed away while george was away.
and now, when george was sixteen hours before seeing y/n again, he didn’t really know how to tell her how he feels. he wasn’t good at those things. and he was too embarrassed to ask his band mates for they already thought of him as the small one, the young one. george didn’t want to make the impression that he had no experience in girls. not that it’s not true, of course.
so, as george was laying in his hotel room, trying to fall asleep, y/n tortured his tired mind. she was the only thing on his mind and he couldn’t even get the chords on his guitar right, earlier on stage. it was the reason ringo, paul and john had left him sulking in a room for a good song was ruined during that night’s show. george stated in his mind that they don’t understand anything and that they don’t know what it’s like.
george didn’t know if y/n felt the same way about him, but he just felt like he had to tell her how he felt. he needed to let her know. how could he keep it a secret? that wouldn’t be fair to y/n. he was always listening to what she had to say to him, they both trusted each other. and for this was really important, he can’t not tell her about it. perhaps it may ruin their friendship, because they had known each other since their day of birth and wouldn’t be proper to be in love with your best friend, but… you just can’t help.
sometimes george thought that maybe he shouldn’t tell her. i mean, why would she like him? he was just some celebrity now, and thought of himself as nothing special. there are so many other guys that would guarantee her a better, more peaceful life. and neither george nor y/n knew if he would spend his whole life touring or not. so really, why would y/n want to be with anyone who couldn’t promise anything? she’d much rather have someone by her side who she could plan her whole life out with. george wasn’t that person.
nevertheless, george was going to tell y/n how he felt. in a little bit more than sixteen hours, he will. and perhaps everything will change and maybe nothing will. nobody could know.
“y/n, my dear sister, what are your plans for tomorrow?” mary (y/n’s sister, yeah, i wanted to name her properly) asked through the telephone. “i was thinking you could visit and spend time with my kids.”
“oh, mary…” y/n smiled, “sorry, but i’ve got to say no. tomorrow is a taken day for me.”
“you’re saying no? you mean you’ve got plans?” mary questioned.
“please, tell me, what in the world is better than meeting your lovely sister?”
“well,” y/n inhaled a huge breath, “george harrison is coming back to liverpool for a while.”
“ohhh,” mary said and chuckled, “is that the lad from that famous band? is he the one you’re in love with? he was on TV just moments ago.”
“mary,” y/n sternly said, but then let out a laugh, “right you are, you know me so well.”
“well, then i will leave you to it. don’t forget to use protection.” mary joked.
“dear lord…” y/n rolled her eyes with a smile.
“but seriously, when will you tell the poor lad? i bet he’s dying to know.” mary said.
“i don’t know…”
“you know he’s positive about you, don’t you? remember that phone call he made i told you about?”
“yeah, yeah, i remember. he could have been talking about you, though.”
mary rolled her eyes. “you naive little lamb. course he was talking about you! there’s no doubt. he always saw me as the strict older sister.”
“strict? don’t fool me.” y/n laughed. “but i’ll try and tell him, alright? so you don’t feel heavy about it.”
mary rolled her eyes again. “me? i have no part in this. and i don’t want any, either. only if i get to plan the wedding.”
“mary, shut it.” y/n said.
“love you, too, sis.” mary said with a chuckle.
“good evening to you.” y/n said and put down the phone, ending the call. she huffed. tomorrow will be a hard day.
being around a celebrity - that is what you can call george now - is hard enough, in public or not. but being around a celebrity who’s your childhood best friend and long-term love is much harder.
but y/n will hold it all in and somehow try to tell george how she feels about him. she needed to. she couldn’t keep anything from george. y/n wouldn’t do that to him.
the day came, and george with his bandmates had landed in the liverpool airport. their flight was nothing out of the ordinary, and the landing, too. hundreds of fans were waiting for them at the airport, but they quickly got away and drove to their desired places.
george’s parents greeted their son with a breakfast at his home. he didn’t want a party for him returning home, for he thought of that as unnecessary and too much of an event. there was just three of them at home, which george thought was enough.
after catching up with his mum and dad about what he had missed while being away, he got ready to visit y/n at her home. it was raining outside, but it wasn’t much of a bother. george thought he and y/n could take a walk somewhere, but maybe the sky will clear out. oh wait, could he properly walk around now? not really.
even to go to y/n’s house, he had to run so quick as if a pack of bears would be chasing after him. his skinny legs carried him over the pavement, past a few groups of girls sitting on the pavement. they started screaming and when they were up on their feet to run after him, george had already opened the door in the fence around of y/n’s house. seconds passed and he was safely behind the front door. having been in the house all his childhood, george professionally locked the door fully.
what if they smash the windows? no, thanks to the metal fence around the house, they couldn’t. and, george hoped, the girls would be polite enough to leave the house be.
once george had calmed his breathing and neated down his turtleneck sweater, he looked around the house. he didn’t see anyone near him, so he walked further into the house. for a regular person, it would be rude to just barge in y/n’s house, but george had… you could say, privileges. so, the young boy was sure she wouldn’t be badly surprised if she would see him walking around.
george studied the white hallway walls for new photographs. he only saw pictures of y/n’s family, y/n when she was younger, george and y/n as kids, teenagers and… there was just a place for one more photograph. if only they could take a picture now. george did bring his photograph home, but he left it at the house. eh, regret.
“george?” he heard her sweet voice calling from the other end of the hallway. george turned his head in her direction and saw her. finally. after all this waiting, he finally met her. he finally had a glance at her.
george stalked down the hallway towards her and as soon as he was close to her, he brought her in for a tight hug. y/n immediately wrapped her arms around george’s skinny frame and sighed into his sweater. “i’ve missed you.” george spoke in y/n’s ear quietly and slowly. y/n felt like she fell in love with him all over again because of his voice. he talked so sweetly and lazily, it sounded like his words were made of warm honey.
“i’ve missed you, too.” y/n replied. george wanted to stay this near to her forever, but the girl pulled away for this wasn’t all she wanted to do today. george almost whined at the loss of contact, but dealt with it. “how have you been? how did you even get in here?”
“oh, i ran.” george simply said. y/n raised her eyebrows. “the door was open.” george corrected himself. y/n chuckled.
“that’s irregular, but alright. did you lock it?” y/n walked into the kitchen of her house. george nodded. “thank you. would you like some tea?” she turned around as she had stopped at the kitchen counter and she saw george nodding again. y/n turned back around to face the kitchen window and heat the water in the kettle.
george leaned against the doorframe and watched y/n boiling the water. her hair hadn’t changed, her clothing style hadn’t either. her hips were softly swaying to the rhythm of a song that she was humming quietly to herself. she had a good voice and george had always told her that, but she didn’t take any serious notice of it. y/n was the same george had left her a month or so before. as beautiful, mesmerizing, humble and positive as before. but george thought he loved her more and more with every second.
“so, i probably sound boring if i ask you how was your mini-tour.” y/n spoke, getting the mugs and tea out of a cupboard. “but how was it?”
george smiled very faintly. “it's… it’s uh, very loud.” he replied. he heard y/n chuckle. “lots of people, you know. i’m sorry,” george started. y/n turned around to look at her friend, “i don’t want to talk about it. i feel like someone’s interviewing me.”
“oh, pardon me.” y/n turned back around to make the tea. “i just want to know how you’ve been doing.” y/n said and then turned back around to george with two hot mugs in hand. “shall we be going to the living room?” she asked.
george nodded, his facial expression showing that he had just returned to reality. the blueish grey light from the outside rain showed george’s cheekbones perfectly and y/n almost melted at the sight of him right then and there. she extended the mug in her hand towards george and he took it gladly. “it’s extremely hot.” y/n warned.
she walked back into the hallway and then into the spacious living room. it only had one sofa, a tv, a coffee table and the rest of the room was filled with books, blankets and pillows lying around. george followed y/n who sat down on the sofa and as he placed his mug on the coffee table, he spotted a black cat whirling its tail around the leg of the coffee table. “you have a cat now?” george spoke, leaning back down into the sofa.
“uh-huh.” y/n nodded. there was a gap between y/n and george and both of them could feel that it was the physical form of the awkward tension between them. “ricken?” the girl said and the cat perked its ears.
“ricken?” george furrowed his eyebrows. y/n chuckled as her cat jumped up on the sofa between her and george.
“yeah, i named it after one of your guitars.” she replied. “the rickenbacker. you still use it, right?”
“yeah, i do.” george said. she named her cat after my guitar?
“i named it after your guitar so that if you were gone for a long time, i’d have something connected with you at home, beside me.” y/n said.
“that’s really nice, y/n.” george said. “ricken?” the cat turned its head to george. he slowly started to pet the cat and it started purring. “a girl or a boy?”
“she’s a girl.” y/n replied. “so, how is your life? how have you been, george?” she asked, looking at george with her head turned sideways. george shrugged his shoulders.
“i’ve been alright.” he said.
“is there any girl on the horizon for you?” y/n smirked. george grinned and let out a soft chuckle.
“ah….” george started. could he say it right now? he didn’t want to, he wanted to spend some not ruined time with y/n, “let’s talk about that later.”
y/n chuckled, trying hard not to show any emotion. “alright. but-”
“could we talk about you?” george interrupted. “i feel like you think i’m the important one now. but i’m not. i’m here to spend time with you.” he spoke slowly, petting ricken who was sleeping in his lap then. “so how are you?”
y/n huffed. “i’ve been…. managing.” she said. “but it’s okay. i got ricken and started playing piano. i’m also working, so… i’m alright.”
“how old is ricken?” george asked.
“eight months or so.”
“hmm.” george raised his eyebrows. “she looks older, bigger.”
“it’s because of her species, i think,” y/n said, “at least that’s what the lady selling her told me.”
“the lady selling her?” george furrowed his eyebrows. “that sounds horrible.”
“don’t worry, george.” y/n said with a chuckle. “her cat gave birth to eight kittens total and she had no one else to give them to, so she just took them with her to the market and gave them away.”
“ricken was the only one left.” y/n said. “the lady said that two families had taken all the others and ricken was sort of left behind. but then i appeared! only cost me a few pence.”
“that’s nice of you.” george said. “but i still don’t like the thought of people selling animals. it’s just like selling a person.” he admitted. “paul is good with cats, they love him.”
“paul?” y/n furrowed her eyebrows, trying to remember if george had ever mentioned him. “oh, wait-paul mccartney? the boy who introduced you to john? he plays bass, right?”
“yeah, that boy.” george laughed. “have you never met my mates, y/n? i thought i introduced them to you.”
“i don’t think i have. although, i hear from my sister that they’re all quite attractive.” y/n said and then chuckled. “you’re alright, too.”
george laughed. “thanks.”
“i’m just teasing. i’d love to meet them, though.” y/n admitted. “what are they doing while you’re all here?”
“uh… i don’t really know. john’s with cynthia. paul and ringo… “ george shrugged. “perhaps same as me, they never mentioned their plans.”
“hmm.” y/n hummed. “seems weird. your mates don’t tell you what they want to do.”
“i didn’t really ask them. we didn’t really have much time together.”
“what? you’re always together, no matter where.”
“well… it’s hard to reach me when i’m only thinking about one thing. i bet it’s that way with everyone. you just have that one focus and nothing else…” george felt himself drifting away as y/n wanted to ask him what’s that one thing on his mind. but then the young man cleared his head. “anyways, have you got anyone on your mind?” he suddenly asked.
“uhh…” y/n raised her eyebrows. now’s your chance, y/n, do it. she fidgeted with her fingers in her lap. “yeah, there is one person.”
“tell me about it.” george urged. y/n was silent. “c'mon, it’s alright. you can trust me.”
“okay…” y/n trailed off. “there is a guy i’ve known for a while.” she started. “and i really like him a lot, he’s like the perfect one! he likes the same things i do, he sings nicely and oh my… i just really like him, i feel like it’s love i’m feeling.” y/n blushed slightly.
“sounds good to me.” george shrugged his shoulders, pretending to think nothing of it. “do i know him?”
“yes, you could say that.” y/n nodded and chuckled. “what about you? tell me about your… romances.” the girl smiled at george.
“alright, well…” george sighed and looked at the ceiling. “your ceiling’s black.” he stated.
“don’t change the subject, george.” y/n warned, but chuckled. “but yeah. there was a day i felt artistic and i just got some paint and did it.”
“do you regret it?”
“no. it’s not that big of a change in the house, so i guess i don’t really notice it.”
“it looks nice.” george admitted and then looked back at y/n. “i’ll tell you about this love of mine, don’t remind me.” y/n chuckled and brought ricken in her lap. “she’s…. she’s one of a kind. i don’t think you could find anyone that would be even similar to her. she’s one in a million, y/n, and i’m afraid she doesn’t acknowledge it. i barely see her lately. but i’m waiting for the right moment to tell her, yet… i feel like i shouldn’t because it would ruin our friendship.” george spoke and his eyes showed that he was drifting mentally away. y/n knew at that moment, she really knew it was her george was talking about. mary was absolutely right. “but i’m just me. i’m nothing special. well, i am something special, but i’m sure she would like to be with someone who could guarantee her an ordinary life. with me having this band business and all, i can’t guarantee anything to anyone. and i’m the same as every other guy, there’s nothing really special about me, except i can play guitar and sing, but… besides that, i don-”
whatever george could have said, y/n drowned down her lips. she had realised george was feeling the same way about her as she did about him, it was she who george was talking so passionately about. she surprised him by putting her lips on his in a sweet kiss as her hand was on his cheek.
george’s eyebrows raised at the action, but he didn’t protest. instead, his hand wrapped around y/n’s neck and disappeared in her bright hair, pulling her closer. he inhaled a huge breath and kissed her back, pressing himself against y/n’s delicate body and with her agreement, he softly pushed her down on the sofa. ricken quickly jumped off the furniture with a loud whine.
“y/n.” he said suddenly, pulling away and steadying himself above her. george got so caught up in the moment, he didn’t know what he was doing. he searched y/n’s face for anything, but he couldn’t read her for the bliss he was in. “i waited so long to do that.” george admitted. “but you like someone else, i-”
“it’s you, george.” y/n whispered. “i was talking about you.” she stated. “please kiss me again.” she sighed before george bent down and glided his lips against hers again. y/n put her arms around george’s neck, pulling him closer to her. his one hand was on y/n’s waist and the other was in her hair while their kisses grew more and more passionate. “i can’t breathe.” y/n suddenly said. she didn’t know if it was only because of the kissing or also the bliss she was feeling at the moment.
“was that your first kiss, love?” george asked, making y/n melt at the nickname. she nodded. “mine, too.”
“wasn’t it some girl from school? or was that only rumours?” y/n furrowed her eyebrows.
“what?” george asked, confused.
“oh, nothing.” y/n said, shaking her head. she tilted her chin up at george and smiled. “do you really… feel like that… about me?” she whispered.
george nodded slowly. “i waited so long,” he said, “i felt like i would die if i wasn’t by your side at moments. you make me feel so good when i’m with you, i feel like i’m alright and nothing’s wrong or worrying me. it’s like… there’s just the two of us. and everything’s okay and we’re in our own little word.” george spoke quietly. “i just can’t live without you. you’re like those little… drug pills to me. every time i say goodbye to you, i need you more and more.” his fingers traced softly along y/n’s jawbone as he spoke.
y/n almost cried at his words, but she only blushed and smiled slightly. “that’s so nice of you, geo.” she said quietly. “thank you.” her hand made its way on george’s cheek. “you’re the nicest person ever.”
george smiled and kissed y/n again. he grunted quietly. “i just feel so good around you.” he sighed. george’s eyes looked at y/n’s lips, then her cheek and then he finally found her eyes again. “are you okay? with this?” he suddenly asked.
y/n laughed quietly. “yes.” she replied. “yes, i am.” her head nodded with a smile on her lips. y/n couldn’t completely believe this was all happening, but she played along either way. “i’m so glad that you’re here with me.”
george only looked at y/n, trying to push the fact that he would be going away in a month’s time out of his mind. to enjoy the moment. to appreciate that he was there, with y/n. he was the closest to her he had always wanted, holding her and talking to her. and for once, he could speak to her with no boundaries and nothing holding him back.
“george?” y/n and george heard a voice coming from the direction of the front door. “are you in there?”
george sighed. “who’s out there?” y/n asked as they both sat up on the sofa. george chuckled.
“eh, those would be paul and ringo and john.” he replied.
there were a few bangs at the door. “george!” boomed a stronger voice. george sighed again.
“i guess i’ll have to go out there.” he spoke. y/n chuckled.