George Harrison (01)

⁺˚･༓☾ 1964 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑎)  ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

You and your band had been invited to a party, one of those parties where only celebrities go and that always end with someone passed out on the floor. You definitely had to go.

“... ”

It wasn't what you imagined, well, maybe it was, but you weren't included. What was so fun about standing in a corner of the living room watching couples dance or fight? You didn't even know where the rest of your group was, it was just you and a plastic cup with a drink in it.

“Hey”

A voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You went from watching Paul McCartney dance (already drunk and tripping over everything) with all the girls in the place to seeing a guy sitting next to you smoking a cigarette with incredible calm

“Do you smoke?”

George asked with his cigarette in his mouth. After racking your brains and trying to recognize him, you looked him up and down. He was George Harrison, right? The one from The Beatles... Talking to you?

You had heard that George was a bit of a womanizer. In the words of his bandmates, he slept with any girl who crossed his path. But now that he was next to you, he seemed quite reserved. If this was his way of flirting, he was doing a terrible job.