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Record player // George Harrison x reader

Warningz: Not revised at all, kinda rushed. Gn reader

Summary: meeting George and the other Beatles (only Paul + John) at a record store. 1962

Note!!!: this is my first time writing 4 George so if it sucked that's why!! This wasn't revised but I think it's fine lol

You  slip on your coat and your shoes, flicking the lights out before locking your front door and stepping outside into the chilled air. It was a nice, slightly breezy day out and You had decided to head out to a small record store you had seen downtown.

You're house wasn't too terribly far and, as aforementioned, the weather was surprisingly nice that day. You walked past your apartment, then down the street, the wind blowing lightly against your face. You turn a corner or two, leading you up to the front step of the small, brick building housing the record shop. As you step in, you find yourself inside a warm and dimly lit brick shop, filled with musical instruments and records of all genres. The place is dusty and a little dingy, but not at all in a bad way. A record player sits off to the side next to the checkout counter, and the wall opposite it is lined with various instruments, (mainly string) with one lone drum kit resting in the corner.

As you walk in, you greet the cashier politely and begin to walk around, exploring the unfamiliar store. You flip through the records closest to the counter, beginning with the jazz, just searching for anything that you might like.

    The shop was small and relatively empty aside from your quiet presence.The records were organized in alphabetical order, so that was the order by which you searched them, taking out and holding any that interested you. Through the A's, B's, C's, then to the D's and. .. . . You turn your head to look at who enters as the shops bells ring

A loud clamour interrupted the quiet atmosphere of the small shop as a group of three ragged boys walked in, instruments in hand. One boy, the one with an almost baby-faced look (Paul obviously) haphazardly set a guitar onto the front counter, asking if the guitar could be repaired. You tried hard not to stare as you eyed the instrument, it was in rough condition alright. The sides of it had burn marks on it and the whole fretboard looked as if it had been run over by a bike. Poor thing.

In spite of this condition, the boy just leaned a leather sleeve covered arm against the glass counter and gave the shop owner a cheeky grin. The taller One of his mates shakes his head at the boy, while the other seems to be looking away and smoking a cigarette, nonchalant about the situation. You glance back down, opting to focus back on the records and silently watch how this whole scenario  might unfold.

The lad with the dainty face, who you soon find out is named Paul, starts trying to convince the store owner that surely the guitar isnt beyond repair. Because of the small size of the store, you have no choice but to overhear all of this, listening to the interaction as your fingers trace their way over to the E section. ..Elvis. . .Ella Fitzgerald. . . You took notice of how some of the records were out of order, like someone had put them back that way and they just hadn't been checked. Without realizing it, you soon become engrossed in the task of looking at the records, picking up new ones every so often.

You don't look at the group any more because of your focus, and cease to notice how the group had mostly dispersed across the store. It seemed that Paul had shifted from trying to convince with the owner to just settling for buying a new guitar, and was browsing around along with one of his mates. The third one, taller with an obviously curled mop on his head for hair, was peeking over, eyeing the records just across from you.

You hardly notice him, then hear a sudden "thunk!" Which wakes you up from this focussed state. You look over to see the source of the sound, eyes falling upon the taller lad as he reaches down to pick up the record he dropped, at least that's what you figured considering the noise and the timing. his eyes meet yours for a long second before he reaches a lanky hand back to the shelf putting the record back in its place.

You try your best not to notice, but as you continue browsing, the same lad seems to be stealing glances in your direction. He hadn't noticed you prior to locking eyes with you when he dropped the record, and it had just then sunken in to him that there was someone so beautiful and eye-catching next to him.

Time had passed with you taking your time to look through the store. Soon enough, his friends take notice of his quite obvious interest in you, with Paul elbowing him and telling him to quit his staring, and the other saying he ought to make a move before you notice and think hes creepy.

    You begin glancing around the shop, searching for a title of a record you would recognize, looking, scanning, searching and. . . . finding it. You calmly walk over to the record, it was one from an artist you had enjoyed listening to in the past and wanted to hear more music from, so you were so happy to find that they had that. You try to pull the record out from the shelf it was on, only to find that it was so wedged in between others that it would hardly budge. You spend what had to have been at least two minutes tugging at the vinyl before you heard a "need any help?" Coming from the taller lad, who was now at your side. "Uh, yeah that would be great." You reply, glad to at least get the record out. He pries it out with ease, handing it to you almost in one whole motion. "There. Glad I could help ya"

   You look up at him as hes speaking, now noticing how cute his face seems, with his prominent canines that almost resemble fangs alongside his well shaped jaw and lovely dark brown eyes. He looks down at you in a caring way, passing the vinyl over to you. You then take it in your hands, your cheeks reddening slightly as he continues to gaze at you for a moment.

You notice that from behind him, one of his friends seem to be looking at the two of you, one snickering and the other half whisper half chanting, sort of cheering him on.

    He looks back at his friends before looking shyly back down at you. "Ey, . . . Good choice, that's a nice album, great listen" he motions to the record, now in your hand. you could feel yourself acting shyer than usual, considering how attractive he was "oh, yeah. Thank you. I haven't been able to find much of this artists music."

   "Right. They're pretty good though, aren't they?" He scratches the back of his neck when saying this. You nod back up at him, happy that he's sharing this with you.

    He walks to the glass checkout counter, with you following not too far behind, record in cupped in your hands. He gently handed the cashier the set of guitar strings he's buying, then turning back to look at you, holding his hand out. You look down at his hand, mildly confused.

  "The record." He paused, looking back up at your face, thinking about how pretty you looked "I'd like to pay for it, if thats alright with you"

You're eyes widen as you hear him say that, definitely not expecting him to make that sort of offer towards you, someone he had just met. He waits patiently for your response, a moment of silence passing between you two. His mates continue to watch the scene play out with you and him.

   As the silence continues, it nearly becomes awkward, though you cut through it when saying "I hardly know you, I don't even know what your name is."

   He pauses, taking a moment to let what you said sink in "it's George, and you seem sweet." He looks to the side, adverting his gaze out of shyness, his face reddening slightly "besides, you're real cute. I wouldn't mind buyin it for ya"

    Your eyes widen as you look up at him, still in a surprised state as you nod your head again, saying "I'm y/n, and uh, that's so sweet of you. Thank you" allowing him to buy. You look happily back up at him, his eyes meeting yours; cheeks flushing a shade darker at his kindness. He passes the money to the store clerk, then hands you back the record, slipping it into your hand suprisingly gently. He guides you outside of the store, exiting himself then holding the door open for you to join him.

   You step outside, noticing the rest of the lads staying behind to talk to the stores manager once again. You thanked him again for buying your record, to which he stops you mid-sentance, telling you that it was no problem and he was happy to for someone as cute as you are.

    As you tell him that you'll be walking back home soon since you've bought what you had planned to, he looks deep into your eyes. "Could I have you stay just a minute longer?" He inquired, taking hold of the cuff of your sleeve, pulling you a little very gently.

Your eyes meet George's, with his cheeks flushed a shade of red, and an awkward but longing gaze looking down on you. "Sure, but only if it's short" you respond

He hesitates for a moment, gathering up the courage to say what he wants to without embarrassing himself. "I was wondering if you'd like to be mine."

A shocked look spreads across your face, not quite expecting this. You continue to listen intently, with George finishing what he wants to say "I know. I know we only just met, but I've got a good feeling about you, you know? You're real cute, kind, have great music taste." He points a long finger down to the record currently being held under your arm. 

"You seem like you would make a lovely partner, y/n" George continues, looking off to the side, rubbing the back of his neck in nervousness.

    Your expression shifted into one of sheer flattery and happiness, a smile spreading across your face as you heard his words. "I would love to!" You nearly yell, the excitement getting to you, almost forgetting you had only just met George. Though awkward, he came off as surprisingly charming and was so, so handsome in your eyes.

He smiled back at you, his fang-like canines poking out against the bottom of his pretty lips. "Ah, that's great love."

His gaze shifts back to the inside of the shop, where his mates seem to be paying for the instrument, almost a second away from walking out the door and approaching you.

   "In that case, how about you meet up with me?  Same place, this weekend? We could go out to eat after" George makes another offer, and its one you know you won't refuse. He seems to have slightly shaken off the initial nervousness, with a more comfortable tone to his voice.

You smile once more "yeah, that sounds great!" As you speak, Paul pushes his way through the door, guitar in hand, causing the bell on the shops door to Ring out. Paul starts chatting with George and as the lads get to talking,  you figure it would be best to start walking back. Turning around, you lift your hand, keeping it low as you wave back at George.

   Though hes being pulled in the opposite direction by both of the other lads, he turns his head around one last time.  Looking at you walk away, he half-shouts "I can't wait to see you again, y/n!"

   You feel your cheeks flush as you continue waving back in response, flattered by him. His words linger in the air and You cant help but smile at them, filled with excitement as you make the walk back to your apartment. You almost thought you were crazy, but you couldn't wait to see this beautiful, kind acquaintance again too.

HI GUYS <3 thanks for all the love on my first post with writing, I didn't think many people would like it, thank you so much! The reason I have not updated it yet is because I just finished with my semester at uni! I will be working on it tonight but I will be going on a date tmrw, so I would like to think it would be out by Sunday night or Monday morning, please be patient with me! I want to be able to put out the best writing I can!

xoxo, luna ⏾

𝘐'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 (snippet)

1965!george harrison x member!reader

genre: gets kinda spicy bro

warning: drinking, sexual tension, yk wassupp

a/n: ik I said it was gonna be fluff and angst but I got a little carried away so its gonna turn into smut in the full fic, sorry not sorry. the first time i'm doing this, I'm still working on it but I thought I would feed y'all lol. I hope you all enjoy, feedback is always welcomed, let me know what y'all think :).

summary:

You’re a member of The Beatles, and you finally unwind in your hotel room after a long day of press conferences. But you get interrupted by someone who wants your company. 

Era: 1965

“That was a good conference, eh, boys?” says John, while messing around with Paul, ticking him. “I don’t think I can talk anymore,” says Ringo, “I ran out of words to say and things to think”. I kept on looking out the window, head resting against it, “I need to get drunk when we get back,” I say with my eyes closed, fingers playing with the hem of my suit jacket. “Cheers to that love, I’ll be expecting you in my office,” says John in a funny voice. Suddenly, I felt someone tap my shoulder, opening my eyes, I looked up to see George staring at me, “What would you want? I can call Eppy to get us something while he’s out”. I stare at him, I look down at my hands noticing the red acrylic painting my fingers, then I say, “Vodka, ya’ll can get whatever, I just want that”. George nods his head while still holding eye contact with me. The car then comes to a halt, the door opens, the driver holds his hand out for me, and I get helped out of the car. “Thank you, Sir,” I say as he helps me onto the steps leading up to the hotel door. “No problem, Ms. L/N, I wouldn’t want to see you struggle up the steps, especially with those shoes,” He says while looking down at my heels, they arent easy to walk in but I had to wear them due to the height difference of me and the guys without them, then he looks at me and I notice how young he is. “He looks a bit older than me,” I say in my head, “Probably a year or two.” He isn’t bad to look at, honestly: Good smile, blue eyes, he’s around 5’10, a bit of a height difference. “Thank you, you’re very kind,” I say to him while smiling. He blushes a bit, he opens his mouth to say something— “You should get back to the car,” says George, “Wouldn't want to leave it running out in the open,”. Dropping the driver's hand, we both turn to look at him. He’s walking up to us with his normal stoic expression but his eyes seem a bit rougher, his guitar case is in one hand, fag in the other, while the other three are just snickering, hiding their faces with their hands and smoke for their fags. The driver is stunned; he looks at me, then looks down, obviously flustered. “Yes, I’m sorry, sir,” he looks up at me and says, “Have a nice day, ma’am. It was an honor to meet you”. I give him a soft smile, “Likewise”, I say as the hotel door opens and I walk in. 

The boys and I went in the elevator to avoid the ruckus. When it opened, we immediately piled out and started walking to our hotel rooms. The boys go into John’s room, Paul asks me if I want to join, “No, I need some time alone right now”, I say as I kick off my heels. “Alright, love, we’ll get you at 5 sharp to start our fun,” He says, then winks. I giggle, and then I enter my room. “I need to shower,” I whisper while walking to the bathroom.

After changing into black sleeping shorts with a black long-sleeved shirt, I checked the clock; it was only 3:30, and I still had plenty of time to chill. I throw myself on the bed and close my eyes, beginning to succumb to slumber. *Knock *Knock *Knock, I open my eyes and huff my breath. I get up and open the door to see George standing there. He had changed out of the black suit, and he had a pair of black pants on, with a black turtleneck. He had a bag in left hand with a pack of fags in the other, “Could I hang with you? Ringo went to sleep, and John and Paul are in Paul’s room,”. Then he looked at my clothes and realized, “Did I wake you up?” He says with a tilted head. “No, I was just lying down,” I tell him. I don’t know why I lied, I honestly wasn’t expecting to see him until later. I make space for him to step into my room. He smells good, I keep my eyes on his back as we walk to my bed, his back shifts a little when his hand reaches into his pocket, showing off his slim but toned figure. Girl, stop.  He turns to look at me and then throws himself on my bed, “How come your bed is comfier than all of ours? That’s not fair,” He says while looking up at me through the sheets. “I’m not the one who picked the bed for the rooms,” I say to him. I throw myself on the bed as well, turning to my right to be face-to-face with him, “Did you call Eppy?”. George scoffs, playfully offended, “Of course I did, I’m not John,”.  He gets the bag and motions with his fingers to me, Come ‘ere. I scoot closer to him, then he pulls out a bottle of Buchanan Black and White. My eyes light up, immediately snatching the bottle from his grasp, “Did I ever tell you you’re my favorite?”. His eyes widen a bit and he turns his head to the side, as a pink hue decorates his cheeks,” Shut up, you, we all know it’s Ringo.”. I look at him, still holding the bottle, “I could kiss you right now,” I say jokingly.

He looks down, then turns to me, “Don’t say things that you know you wouldn’t do”, his voice got a little deeper, speaking in his delicious accent.

The atmosphere in the room changed, and something sparked between us. I set the bottle aside, still holding eye contact with him as I get closer, and I stop once I get face-to-face with him. Slowly, I lift a hand, gently caressing his jaw, “You don’t know me, Harrison.” He looks surprised, I don't think either of us expected for this to happen, he leans a little closer, oh no, I close my eyes, It’s okay, let it happen, he smells like cologne, cigarettes, and mint, I could get drunk from his scent alone. He grabs my face, turning it to the side to bare my neck. I can feel his hot breath on my nape, his lips lightly pressing on it, going higher until he reaches behind my ear, and then he presses a kiss, making me gasp. “I want to see you try”.

a/n: LOL THATS ALL YALL GONNA GET RN. I'm really sleepy and I'm gonna try to write tmrw, gonna be really busy. Again, feedback is welcomed! I want it, I need it, I crave it, lmk if y'all liked and if you would like to see it all, might do some more :)))

i’m writing a beatles fic, specially george. i don’t think ill release the whole thing, probs like a bit and that’s it. It’s gonna be kinda angsty, fluffy, spicy. lmk if yall want it.