August 8th, 1960

3:47 p.m.

"Can you rub me hand?"

"What happened to it?"

"It's sore from Paul making us practice so much." He whined, flopping his hand down into my lap making me giggle.

"Please?" He whined jutting his lower lip out, his wide velvety brown eyes boring into mine.

Tittering, I picked up his hand that laid in my lap starting to rub slow circles on his palm.

"Find something on tv to watch, huh?"

He blinked, smirking when he ignored my request and continued watching me rub his hand intently.

"Mum invited you over for dinner tonight, if you want to come."

"Well..." I paused, looking up at him to see his smile falter slightly, "I can't think of any plans I have that would interfere."

He nodded, leaning over to press his lips to mine in a warm kiss. My cheeks heated as our lips moved in sync with one another and he gently pushed me back onto the couch.

My hands moved up his torso, one resting on his neck while the other gripped his shoulder. He smirked, beginning to move his lips down to my neck.

"George..." I gasped, raking my fingers through the back of his soft brown hair upon feeling him begin to nip and suck on the tender flesh of my neck.

"Mm..." he hummed softly, the vibration of the deep sound he made against my skin making me shiver.

"Yer so beautiful..." he murmured, lips brushing against my ear while his hands gripped my waist tightly.

I blushed, craning my neck to be able to kiss his cheeks, moving my lips down his jawline.

"What in the bloody hell is going on in 'ere?" John's voice boomed through the house startling George and I.

"H-how'd you get in?" George asked, blushing like a little kid who just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

I blushed, quickly looking at John and Paul  before hiding my face slightly by burying it into George's shoulder.

"The door was unlocked..." Paul mumbled, obviously unamused with the whole scene he had just stumbled upon.

"And it's a good thing it was unlocked and we were able to get in 'ere judging by the activities happening on the couch." John added, sneering before giving George a discreet thumbs up.

"Why'd you come 'ere?"

"Well we went to yer house first but you weren't there, we came to take you to the pub." John explained, his milky brown eyes darting back and forth between George and I.

"You go ahead and go..." I whispered, smiling as he looked down at me with a vexed expression.

"I can't go." George stated, wincing slightly when I elbowed him in the ribs. I didn't want his mates to get the impression I was 'The old ball and chain'.

"Jackie is invited too." Paul smirked winking at me quickly before moving back closer to the door.

"Already got 'im pussy whipped..." John sneered, narrowing his eyes at George slightly.

"I most certainly am not..." George argued, pulling me up off the couch with him following John and Paul out the door.

"Where are we headed?" Paul asked, rolling his eyes as he watched George wrap his arm around my shoulders.

"The Raz."

"It's smelly there and-"

"Fuck off then, Macca." John interrupted, halting abruptly in the middle of the sidewalk. His milky brown orbs bouncing betwixt all three of us.

"Maybe if we can get little miss 'ere sozzled enough she'll take some of those clothes off."

I blushed clearing my throat and looking down at the gray pavement in front of me. "Fuck off, yeah?" George growled, squeezing my hand tightly that he held in his.

"Oi! I was joking Harrison, calm yer nuts." John tutted, turning back around and leading the way to the bar as we all trudged along behind him in silence.

"Four pints..." John yelled, slamming his fist down on the bar as he slid himself up on one of the stools.

"Jackie likes sherry..." Paul interjected, hopping up on the stool next to John before looking at me with his large doe like eyes.

"Don't you love?"

"Um..."

"No, she likes champagne." George corrected, narrowing his eyes at Paul as he seated himself between Paul and I.

"She's never told me that, is that what you want, darling?" Paul scoffed, peering around George to look at me his gaze softening when his eyes met mine.

"Yer not 'er boyfriend so stop calling 'er love and darling fer gods sake-"

"Both of you shut yer festering gobs." John bellowed, a look of disgust washing over his features.

"I would've been if you hadn't swooped in..." Paul muttered under his breath, peeling the label off his beer bottle.

"What did you say?" George snapped, turning to face Paul. My stomach churned, anymore being around when these two were together stressed me out to no end and I could only hope they were much more chummy when I wasn't around.

"George..." I whispered looking at the back of his head but getting no response, he was either ignoring me or I had spoke so softly he hadn't heard me.

"I said -" Paul began biliously, narrowing his eyes at George.

"George!" I squeaked, reaching out to grab onto his shoulder and shooting Paul an apologetic look for interrupting him which he greeted with a shy smile.

"Yes, princess?"

"I forgot to lock the door at my house..." it wasn't a lie, we had all just up and left and  the house after John started out the door.

He nodded, chugging down the rest of his beer and standing up. "John from Liverpool, do you want my drink?" I asked, sliding off my seat.

"Yer not gonna partake?"

"I forgot mum wanted us over fer dinner." George explained, watching me hand John the bottle of fizzy liquid.

"You only 'ad one drink, Harrison."

"I know but I've got to get 'ome." He lied, taking my hand in his and pulling me towards the door we came in through.

"Bye Jackie!" Paul and John shouted waving, "bye guys!"

"George?" I spoke breaking the silence that hung between us as we walked down the sidewalk.

"Hm?"

"Um, d-do you and Paul always get on like that?"

"How do you mean?" He blinked, narrowing his eyes as they bore into mine, his lips pursed.

"Do you always fight? I mean even when it's just you two?"

"No, and we're not fighting..." he paused, beginning to walk again. "It's just a bit of a disagreement."

"But George -"

"Look there's jus' some stuff you don't understand alright? Just drop it." He interrupted, his eyes softening a bit when he realized his tone of voice had been a bit sharp.

I nodded, pulling my hand out of his grip and sticking it into my pocket. "Don't do that...don't do that..." he mumbled quietly, reaching out to place a hand on my shoulder.

"Don't George..."

"Jacqueline, 'm sorry I didn't mean to snap at you."

"It's ok." I whispered, stepping up onto my doorstep to lock the door before we headed down to his parents house.

"It's not ok, yer upset now..." he was pressed against me now, trapping me between the front door and his body. I shivered, biting my lip when I felt his hands on my hips forcing me to turn around.

"M sorry princess, will you forgive me?" His brown eyes wide as they studied my own orbs before moving down to my lips.

Nodding and blushing slightly, moving my arms around him before meeting his lips halfway. "I'll never be able to not forgive you, especially when you look at me like that."

He grinned, his thumb tracing the rose gold bangle that adorned my wrist. "I love you Jackie."

"I love you too..."

"Will you let me 'old yer hand now?"

I laughed, "I can't say no to you when you look at me with your eyes like this..."

He chuckled batting his eyes dramatically before licking his lips, "this way then, madam..."

"You're the absolute worst, Harrison." I smirked, biting down on the inside of my cheek to refrain from laughing as I reached for his outstretched hand.

"That's too bad then, because yer stuck with me." He teased, swinging our clasped hands back and forth until we made our way to his house.

"Mum? I brought Jackie like you asked me to." George yelled, shutting the front door with his foot before pulling me towards the kitchen.

"Hello dear." She greeted smiling widely, kissing George on the cheek before moving over to give me a hug.

I hugged her back watching as George crept over to uncover a bowl, I tittered exhaling through my nose when I observed him eat what looked to be potato salad off the big silver serving spoon.

"George, when I turn around you better not be eating anything." Mrs. Harrison began, turning slightly on her heel to spy George now standing across from the counter, the mayonnaise and mustard mixture slightly littering his face.

"Stay out of the food until you're father gets here." She scolded, George raising a eyebrow at me slightly.

"I wasn't in the food."

"Geo! It's all over you're cheek!" His mother screeched, earning a chuckle from me while I walked over to sit at the kitchen table.

"Where?" He questioned, grabbing at my wrist when I walked passed.

"Right there." Mrs. Harrison replied cooly, turning back to the stove.

"Get it off?" He murmured, settling his arms around my waist.

I giggled, licking my thumb before swiping off the yellowish grease that was spread across his face.

"Better?"

"Better." He grinned, touching his nose to mine.

"Not now." I muttered, kissing his cheek and moving to sit on one of the wooden chairs.

"Meanie..." He mouthed, glaring playfully and crossing his arms as he quietly moved back to the bowl of potato salad.

"You're gonna be sorry..." I mouthed, chuckling quietly when he looked over his shoulder at me, silver serving spoon in hand.

"George Harrison if you don't stay out of that potato salad I swear!" Mrs. Harrison yelled winding up one of the kitchen towels, smacking him in the butt with it.

"Oi! What'd I do?" He yelled, the serving spoon in his hand he had been eating off of flying out of his hand across the kitchen.

"At least get a normal spoon if you're going to eat straight from the bowl, Jacqueline doesn't want your germs all over her food."

"She's already been infected by me germs..." he smirked, raising his eyebrows at me while peering over his shoulder.

I blushed, clearing my throat awkwardly and averting my eyes to look out the window.

"You behave yourself..." his mother scolded playfully, swatting at him with the towel again.

"I always do, don't I, lovey?" He quipped, covering the bowel of potato salad before moving over to sit next to me at the table.

"No, not generally." I giggled, watching as his mouth popped open.

"Unbelievable you women, always ganging up on me." He shook his head in mock disgust, playfully yanking a piece of my hair.

"Hands to yourself young man." His mother teased, winking at me before grinning and heading off into the living room.

"Hands to yourself young man..." I teased, pushing his hand from its resting spot on my knee.

"Good luck cuddling tonight then..." he shot back, crossing his arms over his chest while he eyed me.

"You wouldn't."

"Watch me." He challenged raising an eyebrow at me, his cheeks reddening slightly as the words fell from his lips.

"We'll see, I happen to know some dirt on you by the way." I teased, winking at him and laughing at the confusion that sprawled across his features.

"What's this dirt?" He inquired lowering his voice, turning his body so that he faced me completely.

"You like to raid people's drawers..."

He blushed deeply, giggling slightly. "I was trying to 'elp you pack."

"Right..." I teased, drawing the word out while I reached out to pat his knee.

"I still love you." I laughed, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

"Not as much as I love you." He mumbled, turning my face slightly with his fingers so that his lips pressed firmly against mine.

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August 10th, 1960

10:06 a.m.

"Let's go someplace today..."

"Where do you want to go?"

"We could go house hunting."

I laughed, watching him crack a smile while propping himself up on his elbow.

"What's funny? They 'ave free food and stuff."

"What if we went to a movie and then just hung out in the park for the rest of the day?"

"Scary movie?" He smirked, winking before he nudged me in the ribs.

"No."

"C'mon, princess..." he whined, scooting closer to me and rubbing gentle circles on the back of my hand with his slightly calloused thumb.

"No, no, no, we're not doing that ever again the last two you took me to were horrible."

"I just liked to 'ave an excuse to get you to crawl onto me lap." He grinned shyly, bringing my hand to his lips to place a kiss on it.

"What a Casanova."

"I know I am..." he teased, winking before climbing up off the sofa and putting his shoes on.

"Georgie?"

"Hm?"

"The Park?"

"If that's what me princess desires." He nodded, watching me slip my shoes on and lock the door before we both slipped out of the house and began making our way to the park.

Once we got there, he tugged me over to the grass and pulled me down so that my head rested on his chest.

"Cloud watch?" He spoke, pointing towards the nearly clear blue, sunny sky that was spotted with about three fleecy clouds.

"Looks like a bunny."

"No, it's jus' a white blob."

"Not that one you goof, the one on the other side."

"Left or right?" He smirked, raising an eyebrow while he continued playing the the ends of my hair.

"Left."

"No, it doesn't."

I tisked, sitting up and shaking my head at him playfully. Pouting, he propped himself up on his elbows, "What now?" 

"I'll push you on the swings." I offered, laughing when the corners of his lips turned upward.

"Come along then." He nodded towards the swings, offering me his hand to help me stand.

"I leave in about six days y'know?" He spoke softly, plopping down onto one of the swings, the chains making a rattling pulling my eyes away from his.

"I know, your mom wanted me to help plan a party remember?" I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck so that his back was pressed against me.

"Yeah..." he mumbled, picking up one of my hands and playing with it. I watched, smiling slightly as I wondered if my hand was actually as tiny as it looked, or if it just looked small because his hands are so big.

"Come with?" He pleaded, turning in the swing slightly so that he sat sideways.

"Georgie, you know I can't."

"I don't want yer to find somebody else when 'm gone."

"George..." I whispered, grinning slightly when he pulled me into a hug, his face buried in my abdomen.

"I love you, nobody is going to ever replace you."

"Positive?" He mumbled.

"Of course..." I soothed, leaning down to kiss the top of his head.

"I love you, Jacqueline."

"I love you too, now let me push you on here." I laughed, looking down at his smiling face.

"Then I get to push you?"

"Maybe if you lucky."

"Give me a kiss." He pointed to his pink lips, tugging me closer to him until I pressed my lips onto his.

"You're a big dork..." I hummed against his lips, smiling when I felt his lips turn upwards into a smirk.

"I'm yer dork though."

"That you are, that you are..." I whispered, pressing my lips to his sweet ones one last time.