He grins and hugs me, but I can't help doubting myself.
"Are you sure you're happy with just a little pick? I mean...I know it's not as good as an actual guitar..." I bite my lip nervously and drop my gaze.
"Are you kidding me? Eleanor," he puts two fingers under my chin and lifts my face up, "this gift is wonderful and I know how much you were struggling to save up for five dollars, let alone however much a big guitar would cost. Heck, I don't even know how you managed to come across the money for the pick, but I love it. And I love you. Thank you."
My cheeks are flaming with blush by the end of his speech. George smiles, before placing a soft kiss on my lips.
I just hope it was worth it.
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His Name Is George (George Harrison) (COMPLETE)
FanfictionThere's a boy I see on the street sometimes. I've tried talking to him, but he doesn't say much. Though, he has told me one thing. His name is George. Warning: This fanfiction deals with mature and sensitive topics and may be triggering to some. As...
