🎻- 𝑮𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏

You are an 18-year-old who moved from Liverpool to London to study at art university. You grew up in a musical family, and you were no exception; you were an excellent violinist and would soon be joining an orchestra. After starting university, you met George Harrison, your music teacher. He wasn't much older than you or your classmates, only 24, but he excelled at playing multiple instruments. From the moment you met, he felt a strong interest in you, one that had nothing to do with your talent or academics, although he also recognized your skill with your hands when playing instruments. You became good friends. He was also from Liverpool, which gave him an excuse to talk to you. You considered him extremely attractive and intelligent, but you tried to keep your feelings at bay to concentrate on your studies, as that was the only reason you were in London—at least, that's what you tried to convince yourself. Besides being incredibly talented, you had a striking and attractive face. People at the university constantly commented on how good-looking you were, and George certainly noticed you, especially when one of your classmates, Peter Asher, started flirting with you and asking you out, even though you had no interest in him whatsoever. One day, you had just left the university; Peter had bought you some flowers, and while you were waiting outside the music room to leave your violin case, you ran into George. "Any suitors?" he asked in his characteristically gentle and serious tone as he unlocked the music room door for you. "Peter gave them to me," you replied matter-of-factly . "Peter? That's an idiot's name," he said, finally opening the door and gesturing for you to come in and leave your instrument. "Don't you have a brother named Peter?" you asked, and he nodded. "That's how I know," he simply said.