Run For Your Life Parts I-III
pairing- George Harrison x (John's sister) Reader
Summary- You're falling hard for George. There's just a few problems. John Lennon is your protective older brother, and their band, The Beatles are leaving for their first tour in America.
Disclaimer/ AN- So hi, this is the first fic I've published. This is FICTION. So the timeline may not match up with reality. For example, Julians not in it. So ignore that, and just enjoy the story for what it's worth. Anyways, I'm so excited to release my first fic. If you guys have any questions, or comments or anything, please comment or as, don't be afraid to talk to me. I have up to part IX almost done, so expect to see more parts soon! Huge shutout to @iimplicitt she helped me edit, and such. Thanks so much girl!
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George looked up at you with wide eyes, and it was only seconds before his hand reached up to cup your cheek, and your lips collided. You had been waiting for this to happen for years. His lips pressed into yours softly at first. He pulled back and looked at you. You stared back at him,noticing every detail. His cheekbones were so prominent, his thick, untamed eyebrows gave his eyes a dark, and lustful look. You were so needy for him, and you knew now that he made the first move, that he wanted you too. You leaned in and kissed him harder, placing your hands on his shoulders. His lips were chapped, but still felt so perfect on yours. Despite your attempt he took control of the embrace again. He leaned into you, making the kiss deeper, and deeper with each passing second.
Being John's little sister, you never expected this to actually happen again. He was always so protective of you. When you first met george, he was still in his teddy phase, and you immediately caught feelings. You found out that it would only end badly considering him and your overprotective brother were in the same band.
George was now holding onto your waist for his life, and your arms were wrapped around his neck. The whole time he continued slowly pushing himself further on top of you. Seconds ago he was just sitting there tuning his guitar on the couch besides you, and now all of his attention was on you. His tongue pushed passed your lips with ease. He knew exactly how much tongue to use, and his hands were squeezing your waist just right. His kiss was perfect and needy. You almost forgot you were in a recording studio waiting for the other three boys in his band to come back after slipping out for reasons you quickly forget. You and George forgot everything but each other. He continued to press his lips against yours so perfectly. George kissed you even deeper and you were now laying down on the couch, being completely dominated by him. You could feel him getting hard on top of you. It felt so right as he slipped a little more tongue in your mouth, and his hands started finding their way under your shirt. Just as you started to break away to tell him how much you wanted this, and how perfect he was, the door knob started turning.
You both shot up so fast, returning back to your original positions. Your heart was racing, and you could feel the sweat pouring out of every gland on your skin. You tried your best not to pant, or show any signs that anything out of the ordinary just happened. As the boys stepped in, you shot a quick look at George. He was blushing just as much as you were and he was about 10 shades paler. He rested his hands in his crotch in an attempt to hide what you caused. His legs were shaking nervously, and his head was down in embarrassment. He knew what would happen if you were caught almost as well as you did.
John, Paul and ringo came into the room and saw you and George sitting together. John immediately noticed something wasn't quite right.
"You and y/n must've had a good chat I see you've left your guitar on the floor" John said, pointing to George's guitar, "The thing never leaves your hands, what was so important?" George had thrown it to the ground in the moment without thinking.
"We were talking!" you cut in, "George was just asking about what you were like when you were younger. I told him about the time you um…" you stuttered, "The time you left the bath running for hours and flooded the whole bathroom, remember that?" you said in an attempt to cover your tracks. George politely smiled at you, and wordlessly thanked you for covering for him. His skin was returning to normal, and he seemed to be more at ease. It was a quick recovery, but it had to be.
"How could I forget." John replied, "George, come on we've got to start recording, we got Ringo new sticks, the kind he likes too." Ringo held up the still packaged sticks smiling, as him and the band made there way back behind the glass. You smiled back at Ringo, but the smile disappeared as you felt George leave your side. "Y/n, sit tight we'll be done soon enough. Sorry i had to drag you along, couldn't leave you home alone now could I, God knows what kind of trouble you'd get yourself into." John teased.
If only he understood the irony. He always added comments like that, making sure everyone knew he was the older, protective brother, despite only being a few years older than you. You put your head back and thanked god that you had not been caught. Your nerves were calmed now that you knew you were safe for now. It didn't take long for the boys to start playing.
You and George shot quick looks at each other throughout the session, trying to decipher each others thoughts. George was not an easy man to understand, and you spent most of the 2 hours you were there trying to get an idea of how he felt about what had just happened. George almost always wore the same blank expression. He rarely smiled, or changed his face much, making the task at hand a lot harder. Your best guess was that he was just as lost in thought as you were. As he sat on the amp, playing the same chords through each take, you noticed the only thing that changed were his eyes. Sometimes they looked emotionless, other times you could see something glimmering behind them. They never seemed angry though, which was a good sign. Luckily for you, John was too busy yelling at the other members (mostly Paul) to notice the looks you and George shared.
After they were done, and you ran out of compliments to offer the boys and their new music, you all stepped out. You were somehow lucky enough to get a second alone with George while the others shouted about something that didn't matter.
"Hi y/n" George said grinning, and trying not to sound too excited. You said hi back, grinning and blushing in the same way he was.
"You remember where i live right, just a block from John?" George asked
"Yes I do, as a matter of fact" you answered, still smiling too big.
"Great, then I'll see you tonight" he said
"What do you want me to do Harrison, Sneak out?" you asked. George didn't reply, he only grinned at you, and winked. You could feel your cheeks getting hotter after your quiet conversation with George ended. It was shorter than you would have liked it to be, but you weren't trying to let John notice anything. Geroge walked away to his car, and John called you over to his car.
"C'mon y/n, we have to get back, Cynth could use some help cooking." John yelled to you.
You had been staying with John and Cynthia for a week. It was the first week of summer Holliday. John had moved out a while ago and had been missing his little sister, so he invited you to stay over for a bit to help out around the house, and visit the studio. You agreed, knowing a change would be nice. It would be like a mini vacation from your typical life, you could experience a new world not far from home, even if just for a week.
You lay wide awake on the couch of John and Cynthia's house. As you lay there, reflecting on your day, a memory came back to you that you had repressed. It happened about four or five years ago. It was about the second or third time you met George.
John had invited you to come see his band perform. They had made a few good songs at that point, and he was proud. So you agreed. It was the first time you had seen them perform. They were good, they're music made you want to move, and they didn't make any mistakes.
As you watched them play, you were drawn to the Guitar player. His hair was spiked up, and his ears stuck out. He had a leather jacket on, like all the other teddy boys wore. For most of the show he looked pretty serious. He was nervous; it was one of his first performances. But as they went on, and he became more comfortable, he let a smile out. His smile was big, and he always showed his teeth. Something about the way he danced on that stage just drew you in. So after the show, you introduced yourself.
"Hi," he said shaking your hand "Y/n? Right? It's nice to see you again."
"Yeah, it's nice to see you too George." you said, blushing without realizing.
"How'd you like the show?" He asked
"I enjoyed myself. Were you nervous?" you teased.
"Well you should know" he answered bluntly, "You were watching me the whole time, weren't you?" You blushed hard, and your mouth fell open.
"I- I was, I can't lie." you stammered
"It's okay. Your a pretty lad, I don't mind." He admitted.
"You're not too bad yourself." You replied. Your cheeks were red, but so were his. You were involuntarily smiling ridiculously big.
"I know." he quipped, "Tell me this, Would John be mad if I kissed you right now?" he wondered.
"Yes, he would be." You answered.
"Then I suppose we should go 'round back, where he wouldn't see us." he suggested. Your eyes grew wide. You really wanted to, so you just nodded. He smirked at your decision, and he slipped out with you as the rest of the boys talked to fans, and packed up.
The two of you walked around, and banted.
"So were the same age, right? I'm 15." he asked
"Yes we are." you answered, "You're on my grade. You're always getting in trouble in class, aren't you?"
"I suppose I am. Teachers just don't like me i guess."
"Do they really not like you, or is it the attitude, Harrison?" you questioned.
"Maybe it is. So what? All I can do is try my best. I'm not changing myself to the teachers' liking."
"You're right." you said. George had always been a laid back guy. He was great at giving advice, and getting people through tough times. He would always know what to say. He believed that life wasn't such a big thing. You go about, trying your best, and loving everyone as much as you can.
After walking and conversing for a bit, George stopped you around the far side of the building. It was dark, and chilly. A yellow street light shown above you just enough so you could see. You rested against the brick wall and looked up at him, waiting for him to explain why he stopped you.
"Is this far enough?" He asked, with a grin across his face.
"I suppose it is." you said, smiling back. Right then, George put his hand on your cheek. You put your hand on his shoulder in response, and looked into his eyes. They were sparkling, he was so pleased to be here with you. It was your first kiss, and you were excited to be able to share it with him.
George leaned in slow and sweet. When his lips finally met yours it was perfect. His lips were warm, and soft against yours. It was just a quick peck, but you couldn't have asked for anything more.
Just before he pulled away, a door swung open. Light poured out onto you and George, and both of your faces shot towards the door.
"Geor-" John shouted from the doorway. He stopped when he saw what was happening. The other 2 boys were right behind him, peeking behind the door. Paul and Ringo were shocked, but smiled with pride at George. At this young age they didn't get as many girls. But John had a different reaction. His face went red hot, and he didn't hold back.
"Get your hands off my sister right now, or I swear to god you will never see the light of day again!" John yelled.
George pulled away from you and put his hands up. The color left both of your faces. You were in shock.
"I'm.. 'm so sorry John.. I- I didn't mean to-" George stammered. He didn't mean to? This was all a mistake, you thought. George was attractive and sweet, but he was off limits. John wouldn't let any boy touch you, let alone his close friend.
"Damn right you didn't. You should know to keep your hands off her!" John said, calming down a bit, "C'mon y/n, were leaving right now." John snarled at you. He grabbed your arm and yanked you away from George. George just stepped out of the way; he knew not to mess with John when he got angry. You tried to wave goodbye to George, but John was pulling you away too fast.
As you left, you heard the boys teasing George.
"Aww man, we were looking everywhere for you and you were out here messing around with John's sister!" Paul laughed.
"Yeahl." George said. He rubbed his neck nervously, and fake laughed. He was embarrassed. George really did like y/n, but he couldn't say anything. John would kill him if this went on any further, and the boys would tease him if he was crushing.
"You almost lost your virginity this time." Paul said, cackling, "Wish it could of been me, y/n's a pretty one isn't she? Guess she got the looks instead of John." Paul was laughing too hard now. Was he seriously drunk? It sure seemed like it.
Your eyes went wide as you listened to Paul's comments. Did Paul really feel that way about you?
Not knowing what to say, John whipped around and stared at Paul. His angry eyes said everything he needed them to, and Paul stopped laughing. He just stood there almost as embarrassed as George.
As you remembered that incident, you felt embarrassed all over again. How could you forget that? It took years of trying to repress it.
You checked the clock. 1:27 am. They must surely be asleep now. You slowly get up off the couch, trying to make as little noise as possible. If John didn't come out after hearing you get up, he must be asleep. You head towards the front door without thinking much of it. You put your flip flops on, and as soon as you touch the door knob, it hits you. Your attempting to sneak out for the first time ever. At least if you do it here your parents won't find out. But if John found out you were sneaking around,he wouldn't be happy. Not to mention your going to visit a boy who is one of your brothers closest friends. And you'd only started any sort of real relationship with this boy that day. This was risky. Getting caught would end horribly for you and George. Could you even trust George to keep this a secret? What is George even really like? Besides a few small chats, you've never actually gotten to know him. So, What's he like, and is he worth the risk? Guess there's only one way to find out. You push the door open soundlessly and slip out towards George's place.
The streets were lit yellow by the street lamps, and you somehow weren't too scared. All sorts of creatures chirp and buzz around you, making you feel not alone on your adventure. This was risky, and you knew it, but you couldn't help but feel a buzz of hydrenylyne while folding your arms nervously.
Finally you reached George's flat. You went to knock, and hesitated. The lights were on, you knew he was awake, but you were nervous, and crushing hard for him. You smiled, and blushed as you began to think of all the things that could be said. He obviously likes you back, that's why he kissed you, right? right? What if he doesn't. Your smile drop and your eyebrows furrow, thinking of a new possibility. What if he wants to tell you that was a mistake? no? It can't be that, the way he blushed during your last conversation outside of the studio proves that he's gotta like you. Enough, you think. You quit hesitating and knock on the door.
George opens the door so quickly and smiles wider than you've ever seen him smile before. He pulls you in for another kiss. You kiss him back. See, you think, he does like you, duh. Unlike last time, this kiss is short, and sweet. He hadn't asked to kiss you either time. You liked that about him. He knew you liked him so he took control of the situation.
"Come in, please" George says, gesturing for you to step in his house. He's blushing, and so are you. You've had boyfriends before, you've kissed people before, so why are you falling so hard for George? You nodded, and stepped into the front door. His house was finilar, you'd been there before with John a few times.
But despite the familiarity of the situation, everything felt new, and different. Like you were going to experience something you've never experienced before. You hated this hopeful, lovey feeling. You've always been more logical. But your emotional side was taking over. You stood in the doorway, looking around for a few seconds.
"So" George spoke, breaking the silence, "I really enjoyed myself today, I've liked you for a while now, I just wasn't sure if It would be appropriate considering…." he trailed off. You knew what he was going to say; he was going to say he didn't know if it was okay to date your best friends little sister. George seemed ecstatic that he could finally admit his attraction to you. He looked down at the floor, and peeked his eyes up at you. It was your turn to speak.
"I feel the same way. I've always liked you. I can't believe you actually made the first move, I-" you admitted. You were cut short when George took your hand in his. He had walked closer to you without you noticing. His hands were slim, and boney, and his fingertips were rough from years of playing guitar. He looked down at you with the same wide eyes as before. His slim frame towered above you. You hugged him tight. His hug was amazing. His waist is small, allowing you to wrap your arms all the way around him, and his cotton shirt was soft against your cheek. He didn't like speaking, or affection, but he seemed to be unbothered by doing either with you. He was obviously falling hard for you. You both took a moment and look at each other.
This was really happening. You had snuck out of your brother's apartment to visit his band mate's house. And he was really holding you. You had liked this boy for ages, and he made the first move in you. Everything seemed perfect, but you knew deep down that nothing could be perfect.
"I'm so glad you actually came" he said softly, pulling you back into reality. "You look so beautiful, y/n." he added.
"Of course," you assured, "You're not so bad yourself." you joked.
"I know, right?" He joked
You let out a small laugh and reached up to stroke his rosey cheek. You leaned in to each other for another sweet kiss. He pulled you to the couch by your hand. He sat you down next to him and started a conversation. He told you about the band, how they were getting bigger and bigger. You could tell he loved being in The Beatles, and he was proud of his success. He asked you about your life. You told him that you had just finished your first year of university, and you were visiting John. You talked to him for hours. George was sweet, and charming, but he had this dark quality about him. He made sarcastic quips every chance he could. You loved that he had a sense of humor. He wasn't too serious, but if the conversation got a little more grave, his mood adjusted with it.
While you are talking you remembered something. "George, doesn't Ringo live with you, where is he?"
"He does, He's out with Maureen right now." he answered. You were relieved that Ringo wasn't there now, but he would make sneaking around a lit harder. What if Ringo catches you?
"George" you said nervously.
"What if," you say choking up a bit "What if we get caught. John would kill us, and what if Ringo comes home and sees us what if-"
You were cut short by George's lips. He pressed a soft loving kiss against your mouth. "Love, I won't let us get caught." he assured, "I'd do anything to stay with you, I'll die before John laid a finger on you." You nodded and looked into his eyes. You could see he meant it. "I won't hurt you, I've got you forever." he added.
You were really falling for him hard. He kissed you again, harder this time, and didn't pull away. You kissed him back, letting him grab your waist. He was so attractive, and you wanted him so bad. It was getting late and you knew would have to leave soon, but you decided to let this go on for a few more moments. You also knew what he said earlier couldn't be true. All relationships end in someone hurt at some point, and you knew that by now.
The light peeking through the windows forced your eyes open. You sit up when you realized that you aren't in your house. You looked around, the clock read 9:16, and you remembered that you were at John's house. Memories started flooding back into your mind. you recalled sneaking out the night before to meet George. You cheeks became hot at the thought of last night. You remembered back to the studio incident. Yesterday was amazing.
John stepped out of his room into the living room. "Good morning y/n" he said while stretching out his tired limbs. " Ya hungry?" he asked before you had a chance to speak.
"Goodmorning, yeah I am." you replied.
"Great, get dressed, there's a cafe around the corner." You smiled. It wasn't unlike John to take you out, he was a good brother, but it was uncommon. You rarely got the chance to spend time with him, so you were excited.
At the cafe, you and John immediately started a nice conversation. You sat in front of each other in a red plastic booth. You ordered breakfast, and waited patiently for the waiter to arrive. He asked you about your classes, and you proudly told him that you aced them all. You started getting into conversation about college, and he avoided telling you anything that might get him in too much trouble.
" What about you," he asked, "have you gotten yourself into trouble yet, ya'know, drank too much, snuck out?" You choked on your iced tea as the words left his lips. "Cause i sure have." He added, not noticing your reaction.
"No, no," you lied, "I've just been enjoying myself, nothing too crazy yet." It was basically the truth, you hadn't done anything too crazy. You only snuck out that one time. The conversation continued, and you tried your best not to seem suspicious.
"I remember when I was your age I had a nasty break up." he told you, "it was a mess, I broke her heart." You frowned.
"I guess I'm just telling you to let you know boys are shit at that age. They treat you wrong most of the time." he explained. "You're going to date someone, at some point, even though I don't want you to. I guess I just want you to know it's not so great out in the real world." It was like he was reading your mind. He was hitting every point that resonated with you. Surely there was no way he knew what was happening.
"Yeah," you said, slouching, "I'm gonna have to learn sooner or later aren't I?" you asked
"Well i guess so." he replied "Some people don't have to learn the hard way, maybe you won't have to who's to say."
"Your right, maybe I'll meet a nice boy." You say grinning.
"Hm, There's a chance, a small one, but there's a chance." he said thinking out loud.
After he says that, the waiter delivers the food. You take a break from the conversation to stuff your faces. But once you slow down, John starts questioning you again
"So, you were talking to George, are you guys friends now?" He asked
You tried hard not to look suspicious, and it seemed to work. "Yeah, I suppose we just had a good conversation, that's all."
"Good, good. It's good if the boys aren't rude to you. I'd have to beat them up if they were." He joked
John continued sharing his wisdom with you. He was still young and making mistakes, but he had made more than you. He was the type to learn from his mistakes. Sometimes he makes the same mistake more than once, but at some point, somehow he always admits he's wrong. You were listening to him closely, trying to accept the lessons he was teaching you. But it was hard because George was perfect. John was going on about how things will go wrong, but it really didn't seem like they wouldn't. Maybe you were being naive, or maybe you were right.
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AN- Ahhhhh! How did you feel about all that? What did you like, what did you dislike? Any predictions? Anything you want to happen? Sorry for any mistakes.
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