inherent vice || george harrison

"soulmate"

SHE WAS an ethereal creature. From the moment she had glided into his line of sight, he fell for her. In her tight bellbottoms and a strappy barely-there red halter top, she was a sight to behold. To her parents she was Tatiana Ambrosio, but to her friends she was hailed as Tate.

Tate.

The name of an innocent girl sounded almost whimsical in the mind of the dark haired professor.

George Harrison, once the skilled guitarist switched out his club days for a more modest job, teaching at the University of Liverpool. He taught his favourite subject when he was in school, History. European to be more exact.

George was a man of few words, kept mostly to himself. Introverted and avoided by the staff, George found himself to be the urban legend on campus. The mysteriously gorgeous professor that taught history. Dark haired stud. He heard this and plenty else being flung around campus.

It brought a smile to his plush lips, he often caught himself sussing out the source of these rumours as a guilty pleasure. Not materialistic nor greedy, Professor Harrison owned little of monetary value. Perhaps his guitar and maybe his TV set could be considered, but he didn't indulge in such commodities- if he didn't have to.

The instant he set eyes upon Tate, he found himself gravitated toward her. She was a transfer, from the states he had heard. California to be exact. That could explain her honey brown locks and her silky sun-kissed skin.

The young professor had found out that she had joined his first hour class, which had gave him a new inspiration for the day. First sight he was fortunate enough to see was his earth angel in the morning.

Tate had only joined that goddy class was to admire the drop dead gorgeous professor she had seen on her first day. A girl of worldly pleasures, Tate needed to know this mysterious man that taught history. A history professor had to have an interesting history to himself, right? At the prime age of 19, the golden girl decided she was going to find her soulmate.

The one to hold her close during a thunderstorm, the one who knew her actions before she made them. The one who fit with her like the last missing puzzle piece. And she found him.

And he taught European History in room 101.

Professor Harrison.