I got up quietly, making sure to not step on my sleeping boyfriend. He looked so peaceful. If I were strong enough, I'd lift him up to the couch.
I walked upstairs to get ready for my day. I brushed my teeth and put on some sweat pants and one of John's shirts that he gave me because I liked it. It was almost 10 years old, having given it to me in 1955. It was from his Teddy Boy days where he'd dress like a "punk" and mess around more often.
When I went down to the kitchen, I was making myself some eggs when I feel an arm go around my waist. It made me jump, having not heard John get up and come toward me.
"John!" I exclaimed, my breathing calming down from it's spike.
"Sorry darling." He said and then kissed my cheek.
"You probably have a hangover from last night." I told him.
"I didn't get drunk last night. I had a reasonable amount, this time. I didn't want to get wasted for what I have planned for you and I today." He then put light and innocent kisses on my shoulder.
"Really? And what's that?" I asked.
"You'll see, don't worry." He then let go of my waist and instead grabbed the pan and spatula out of my hand.
"Hey!" I exclaimed. John walked over to the compost bin and threw out my eggs, turned off the stove and put the pan on a cold element. "I'm hungry!" I tell him.
"Yeah, well, go sit in the living room." He smiled, kissing my forehead.
What was going on? I thought to myself. I give him a look of curiosity as I slowly walk into the living room.
"I'll tell you when to come out!" John called out to me.
"Okay! Don't be long!" I called back.
I sat and twiddled my thumbs as I wondered why John didn't want me to cook and to sit in the living room.
"One more thing, Princess!" John said, coming up to me.
"Yeah?" I ask.
"You should actually go to our room upstairs and shut the door. I'll come and get you when I'm finished." He smiled again.
"Okay..." I tell him, obeying.
What could he be doing? I thought as I laid on our bed, connecting the dots on the ceiling in my mind.
John's POV:
I took out a paper that George had wrote me last night out of my jean pocket. It was a recipe for Y/N's favourite breakfast meal; pancakes. George was a food expert, so I went to him for all the food advice for my special plan. I followed the instructions as read,
INGREDIENTS:
2 cups all purpose | plain flour, (290 g | 10 oz)
1/4 cup granulated sugar or sweetener, (60g | 2 oz)
4 teaspoons baking powder
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 3/4 cups milk, (440ml)
1/4 cup butter, (60g | 2 oz)
2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
1 large egg
Once I got the ingredients, I followed the steps to cook it.
BEFOREHAND STEP: Preheat to a low-medium temperature for two minutes
INSTRUCTIONS:
Combine together the flour, sugar (or sweetener), baking powder, baking soda and salt in a large-sized bowl. Make a well in the centre and add the milk, slightly cooled melted butter, vanilla and egg.
"Bloody hell! All that in step one? Damn, George!" I said to myself, wiping nervous sweat off my forehead. It could also be from the preheated oven.
2. Use a wire whisk to whisk the wet ingredients together first before slowly folding them into the dry ingredients. Mix together until smooth (there may be a couple of lumps but that's okay). The batter will be thick and creamy in consistency. If you find the batter too thick - don't pour off the ladle or out of the measuring cup smoothly - fold a couple tablespoons of extra milk into the batter at a time until reaching desired consistency.
"My muscles! I really need to exercise!" I ached.
3. Set the batter aside and allow to rest while heating up your pan or griddle.
4. Heat a nonstick pan or griddle over low-medium heat and wipe over with a little butter to lightly grease pan. Pour ¼ cup of batter onto the pan and spread out gently into a round shape with the back of your ladle or measuring cup.
5. When the underside is golden and bubbles begin to appear on the surface, flip with a spatula and cook until golden. Repeat with remaining batter.
By this time, the pancakes started to smell delicious! I felt elevated for Y/N's reaction to her breakfast.
I bet she's hungry and bored just sitting up there. I thought to myself.
6. Serve with honey, maple syrup, fruit, ice cream, or enjoy plain!
I wasn't sure which Y/N would prefer or like to try, so I got them all out and set the table while I was at it. I then made sure I wasn't missing anything, rereading the recipe. I didn't see one last thing and started to panic.
7. While you eat it, make sure Y/N enjoys it or the whole plan might go to waste ;)
For more recipes, contact me!
Enjoy your breakfast!
George
I sighed in relief, knowing it wasn't an important step. I put the food on the table and made sure it looked all pretty - how girls like it - fancy.
Once I was satisfied with my setting, I went upstairs to tell Y/N. Before I knocked on the door, I had a last minute idea. I opened the door to see Y/N, sleeping on our bed. She always said that sleeping made time pass so I figured she slept through the waiting of the first surprise. I walked over to her and gently rubbed her arm, her skin soft as a blanket.
"Wake up darlin'g" I lowly said. She shifted and stretched, opening her eyes up at me. She smiled and shot up out of bed.
"It's ready?" She asked, eagerly.
"Yes, but -" I walk over to my closet and pick out her favourite tie of mine. I walked back over to her but stepped behind her. I moved her soft h/c hair out of the way for me to put the tie over her eyes. "- you need to wear this." I finished my statement.
"Okay..."Y/N mumbled.
Y/N's POV:
I felt John have a tight grip around my waist and another on my arm for support. We started to walk slowly out of our bedroom as I felt my nerves tense.
"Relax. You're okay." John said to me, soothingly. I relaxed, knowing that I was okay in his arms and that he wouldn't let anything happen to me. "Now watch, we'll go slower because we're approaching the stairs." I tensed up again, feeling nervous about tripping on the step which I probably would do. "Y/N, you're okay." He told me again. "Take a step down." I lifted my foot, trying to put it down, then hesitating, not knowing where the step was. "Don't be afraid." I took the step down, sighing in relief that I didn't fall to my death in that second. We slowly went down the stairs and gained speed once we were off them.
I started to smell something familiar and delicious which made me suddenly hungry. John let go of me and I heard him walking away from me.
"Where are you going? Can I take it off?" I got no reply back. I felt stupid standing there, thinking he had left me somewhere and was laughing behind my back. I was wrong to assume that. I felt his arm around my lower back as he guided me forward and sideways, then having his hands on my shoulders lightly pushing down to make me sit down. I felt the familiar feeling of the kitchen chairs which gave me the answer to where I was in my house. I recognized the smell once I was seated. I smiled as I felt John untie his tie off my head. My smile became bigger as I stared in awe at what John had prepared.
"Do you like it?" He asked once he was seated across from me.
"Do I like it? I love it! Thank you!" I told him. He smiled and said,
"Well, eat then." And so I took a pancake on my plate, put some syrup over it and dag in. John ate as well but was watching me in admiration the entire time, not even once looking at his plate.
"This is so good, John! Thank you! I had no idea you could cook so well! What recipe did you use? Is it out of a box?" I asked.
"Baby George actually created it!" John told me, once he finished his mouthful.
"Of course he did! I think he writes better recipes then songs!" I joke. John laughed and so did I.
"I love you, Y/N." John smiled again at me once I was done eating.
"Aw, I love you too!" He then stood up, walking over to me and taking my plate for me. "You don't have to do that, babe. You went through the trouble of making this." I tell him, coming up to the sink to wash the dishes. He ever so lightly slaps my hand and says,
"I insist. Go relax and I'll tell you what I have planned next in a bit." I nod in agreement, giving him a kiss on the cheek and then leaving to the couch in the living room to sit and watch a bit of TV.
As I reposed, watching The Dick Van Dyke Show, I felt distracted, wondering what had gotten into John for him to do this and what he had planned next.
"Y/N?" John said, suddenly. I snapped back from my daze and looked at him, standing and the start of the living room. Once I looked away from the TV, he sniggered and said, "I think you need to turn down the volume on the telly. You can barely hear me." I turned off the TV and started listening to what he had to say. "I'm ready to go." He said, warmly. I smiled and followed him to the door, then getting our coats and shoes on. It was always raining in Liverpool so John brought an umbrella for if it did start to rain when we were out (90% chance).
After about 20 minutes, we started slowing down into a parking lot and saw we were at a mall.
"We're shopping?" I ask John, shocked that he would want to. He was never a fan of it like most men. Men only either like essential grocery shopping or no spending money at all.
"You bet!" John said, as he parked the car on the roof parking lot. There were 5 parking levels and he chose the highest one.
"You hate shopping though!" I remind him.
"I know but you don't. Today is all about you, darling." He told me, holding my hand as we crossed the parking lot into the mall.
I hadn't been in ages and it was filled with lots of new stores I hadn't heard of.
"What did you want to buy?" I asked John.
"I don't want nor need anything. Like I said, this is all about you. What do you want?" He replied.
"Is it my birthday or something?" I asked, laughing at how this day was full of surprises.
"Not that I'm aware of." He smiled cheekily, gripping a little tighter on my hand in an affectionate way. "You can buy whatever you want as long as you buy one fancy outfit for what I have planned later." He gave me a wink.
"Well what do you have planned?"
"I can't tell ye."
"Then how will I know what to buy?"
"I said something fancy, didn't I?"
"Well there's different types of fancy. Like for a nice dinner, work event, wedding, funeral or sexual." I told him.
"We can talk about that last one later," John smirked and winked. "but a dinner-fancy outfit will suffice."
"Alright." I smiled and walked into a store where based off the window display had nice clothes.
John followed me and looked at some of the clothes I was checking out and some mens clothing as well. Not by my surprise, John chatted with lots of fans asking for photos and autographs. Every time he got a breather, I showed him the various outfits I had selected.
"How does this look?" I asked him. I had been wearing a long blackish-gray dress that hugged my curves nicely. It had a 3-finger width length straps and v-line at the chest area.
"It's beautiful, Y/N." John told me.
"Thank you but you've said that about all the dresses I've tried on!"
"Yeah, because I'm being honest. That third dress was hideous but you made it beautiful."
I couldn't help but smile uncontrollably after he said that. I stepped closer to him and kissed him before finalizing which dress I was going to buy.
After 5 minutes, I chose the second dress which was blue, knee length, flowy and at the top had a pattern which suited the dress whole.
John and I did more shopping for a while and we had gone to every store we wanted to check.
Once we were finished after 2 and a half hours, John said he had another surprise planned.
"What is it?" I ask.
"Y/N, I can't tell ye! You know that, dummy!"
I groaned in response as I stared out into the distance of the road, back to wondering what John had been thinking of.
"Wait here." John suddenly said, getting out of the car. We were now parked in the middle of a strip mall so I had idea which store he'd go into.
Smart move. I thought to myself.
Moments later, I saw John walking back towards the car with something in his hands. I couldn't quite tell what it was till he had got to the car window.
"Ice cream!" I shouted happily as he struggled to open the door. I helped him out by taking my ice cream and started eating it.
"That's mine, darling. I got you this one." He said, pointing at the ice cream in his hand as he laughed. I froze, realizing this was John's favourite ice cream flavour.
"Oh. I'm sorry." I nervously swallowed. He just continued to laugh and started to eat my ice cream. "Hey! That's mine!" I start to laugh now as he eats.
"But you have mine so I took yers." He told me.
"Alright, fine!"
We chatted and ate in the parking lot, sitting in John's car.
"What's the next thing? Please tell me!" I practically beg him.
"I'm just going to say no every time!"
"Well I'm going to find out eventually so you might as well say."
"Exactly. You're going to find out anyway so why don't you just let it happen?"
I sigh in defeat, finishing my ice cream as he starts to drive out of the parking lot.
He drove us back home, getting all the shopping bags out of the trunk. I opened the door for him as he brought the bags upstairs, setting them on our bed.
"Put on the dress. We'll leave soon." John told me, getting a suit from his closet.
"Where are we going?" John just ignored me, getting changed. I took that as he wasn't going to tell me. How shocking!
"You ready?" John startled me, putting his hand over my shoulder and looking at our reflection in the body mirror. I made eye contact with him through the mirror, replying,
"Almost." I was putting on my left earring. Once I got it on, I shifted from John's grip and turned around to him. "Why are you doing all this today?" I ask, stepping closer to him and placing my hands on his chest.
"Can I not treat my beautiful woman once in a while?" He replied, wrapping his strong arms around me.
"Well, yeah, but why, John?"
"I felt like it because I love you." I go on my tippy toes, giving him a soft kiss.
"I love you too." I beamed at him.
We got into the car and drove far out in the night.
"I've never been in this area before." I tell John.
"That's because one, we never come out here. Two, it's a new area."
"Oh, really? What's in this new area that you wanted me to see?"
"Give it up, Y/N!"
I sigh and look out at the window of the sunset view from the highway. It was a beautiful blessing on my eyes with the strip malls down below (we were driving on a bridge), the trees turning black from the lack of sunlight, the sun coming down to make the sky pink and orange. I decided to open a window and turn on the radio to let the breeze complete the amazing feeling.
"Open your window, John!" I tell him. He understood the feeling and obeyed, turning up the radio higher.
"Baby baby baby baby take it easy
Let's do it right (Let's do it right)
Ar baby take it easy
Don't cha know we got all night (Um um yeah)
Cause there's no no twisting
Like a slow slow twisting with you - " We both sang, loudly. John did Chubby Checker's parts and I did the female backup.
Just in time, the song ended and we were apparently at our destination. John parked and told me not to follow. I figured out pretty quickly we were at a drive-in movie when the screen came down and I could hear the movie starting. John suddenly came back with a tray. There was a big bag of popcorn and two sodas.
"John, I -" John then shushed me and smiled, pointing at the large screen outside. I couldn't help the blush appearing on my cheeks as I looked at the screen. We were watching The Great Escape, starring Charles Bronson and James Garner.
Once the movie was over, John had yet another place to take me! What a guy, huh? I didn't even bother to ask where he was taking me because I knew I wouldn't find out right away.
"Did you like the film, Y/N?" John asked, looking at the road ahead.
"Yeah. Pretty exciting! Did you?" I asked him.
"Not bad. But you made it better by watching it with me." He looked away from the road for a second to flash a smile before turning back. I was left speechless with crimson cheeks, looking out at the long and winding road.
Before I knew it though, John parked in front of a nice looking restaurant. I recognized it immediately as the restaurant John took me on our first date. A decent burger place.
"Hi, I'm Mindy and I'll be your waitress today. What can I get you?" Mindy asked in her thick country accent, placing water for each of us on our table.
"Two regulars, please." John ordered for us.
"Wonderful! And if you don't mind me asking, but are you Paul Harrison? From Rory Storm and The Hurricanes?" She asked, finishing writing our order. I couldn't help but snicker into my hand, trying to contain my laughter. There was no way she thought that! She'd have to be high to think that!
"Well yes I am! Good catch!" John - I mean - Paul Harrison replied and winked at Mindy. She squealed, not bothering to fight back her smile. I couldn't fight mine either, but I did keep my laughter quiet.
"I - I'll be back with your order, Mr. Harrison and - you?" She asked, looking at me. I decided to play along with John's joke and said,
"Maureen Harrison." I reply, my voice cracking from laughing.
"Alright, Mrs. Harrison." Mindy ran into the kitchen to send our order in as she sang Do You Want To Know A Secret. Although it wasn't John's voice, she got the band song correct!
"One day, you will be Mrs. Harrison. I just know it." John said, sweetly holding my hand.
"I want to be Mrs. Lennon, though."
"Same thing, isn't it?" John chuckled.
"I like the name "Lennon" better."
"Me too, Y/N Lennon." We both couldn't stop smiling at each other till our food came. When it did, we broke the longing gaze at each other and gave it to our delicious burger.
As we walked hand-in-hand to the car, John spoke again,
"I have one last place."
"Oh my goodness, John! First breakfast, then shopping, then ice cream, then the movie, then dinner and now this? It's all too much!" I told him.
"I told you that I wanted to do this, right?"
"Yes, but -"
"No but's. Just enjoy it!"
In about 20 minutes, we were home, parked in the driveway. I had fallen asleep. I felt guilty when I woke up, realizing I must have ruined John's plan.
"Shoot! I'm so sorry, John. How much was it! I'll pay you back!" I tell him, taking out my wallet.
"This was free, don't worry. We can still go. It's only a five minute walk." John told me. I nod excitedly, getting out of the car. "Did I tell you you look beautiful?"
"Yes, you did. And you look very handsome." I return the compliment. He looks away from me and to the ground, hands in his pockets.
We walked in a comfortable silence, enjoying the light breeze of the night. John suddenly stopped walking.
"We're here." John told me. I looked at the atmosphere around me to see a park that was surrounded by a forrest. "Stay here." He put his hands on my shoulders and kissed my forehead. I heard him walk away and I suddenly felt nervous. Suddenly, I saw a small flame be lite from mid air.
How was that possible? I ask myself. And quickly, more were being lit at a time in the form of a giant circle which lit the dark area. The candles were hung off tree branches. I looked straight ahead to see The Beatles, standing in the centre of the circle with their instruments putting away matches in a container labeled "George's Food". I chuckled at that, but felt shocked as to what was going on. John, Paul and Ringo were smiling at me brightly. But George, he had a neutral expression which slowly turned into a half smile.
"Testing, one, two." John said into the microphone. "Okay. Y/N, this song goes out to you. Ready, boys?" John said, not taking his eyes off me.
"Yeah." George and Ringo replied.
"Wait!" Paul said, putting down his guitar. From behind the speaker, he took out a bouquet of red tulips. He walked over to me and gave them to me.
"Thank you, Paul! How lovely of you!" I say, holding onto the flowers. He still smiled at me and headed back to the "stage".
"Really, Paul?" John asked, whispering in the microphone.
"I thought it'd be nice." Paul replied, defensively. John sighed and gave a half smile his way.
"Alright, for Y/N." I heard John whisper into the microphone. I smiled and blushed a little, hearing my name like that. They then started to play and it was something I've never heard before,
John: You
Paul, George, Ringo: (You)
John: You are
Paul, George, Ringo: (You are)
John: My universe
And I
Paul, George, Ringo: (I)
John: Just want
Paul, George, Ringo: (Just want)
John: To put you first
And you
Paul, George, Ringo: (You)
John: You are
Paul, George, Ringo: (You are)
John: My universe, and I -
In the night, I lie and look up at you
When the morning comes, I watch you rise
There's a paradise they couldn't capture
That bright infinity inside your eyes
Paul: I fly to you every night
John, George, Ringo: (Fly)
Paul: Forgetting that it's just a dream
I meet you with a smile
John, George, Ringo: (Meet)
Paul: Never ending forever, baby
John: You
Paul, George, Ringo: (You)
John: You are
Paul. George, Ringo: (You are)
John: My universe
And I
Paul, George, Ringo: (I)
John: Just want
Paul, George, Ringo: (Just want)
John: To put you first
And you
Paul, George, Ringo: (You)
John: You are
Paul, George, Ringo: (You are)
John: My universe
And you make my world light up inside
George: I was more at ease in the dark
In the shadows that grew long
John, Paul, Ringo: (Eyes)
George: And they said that we can't be together
Because, because we come from different sides
John: You
Paul, George, Ringo: (You)
John: You are
Paul, George, Ringo: (You are)
John: My universe
And I
Paul, George, Ringo: (I)
John: Just want
Paul, George, Ringo: (Just want)
John: To put you first
And you
Paul, George, Ringo: (You)
John: You are
Paul, George, Ringo: (You are)
John: My universe
And you make my world light up inside
My universe
Paul, George, Ringo: (Do-do, do-do)
John: My universe
Paul, George, Ringo: (Do-do, do-do) (You make my world light up)
John: My universe
Paul, George, Ringo: (Do-do, do-do)
(You make my world)
John: You make my world light up inside
Make my world light up inside
Ringo: What light me up are
Stars adorned with love made of you
In my universe, you
Make another world for me
Because you are my stars and my universe
These hardships are just temporary
Just shine as bright as you shine now
We will follow you to adorn this long night
John: I fly away with you
Paul: When I'm without you, I'm crazy
George: Please hold my hand
All: We are made of each other, baby
John: You
Paul, George, Ringo: (You)
John: You are
Paul, George, Ringo: (You are)
John: My universe
And I
Paul, George, Ringo: (I)
John: Just want
Paul, George, Ringo: (Just want)
John: To put you first
And you
Paul, George, Ringo: (You)
John: You are
Paul, George, Ringo: (You are)
John: My universe
And you make my world light up inside
My universe
Paul, George, Ringo: (Do-do, do-do) (You are)
John: You, you are
Paul, George, Ringo: (You are) (My universe)
John: My universe
Paul, George, Ringo: (Do-do, do-do) (You make my world light up)
John: I just want
Paul, George, Ringo: (Just want)
John: My universe
You, you are
Paul, George, Ringo: (You are)
John: My universe, and I
My universe
The song was absolutely beautiful! Once they started singing, I recognized it immediately as My Universe by Coldplay and BTS from my universe. But on this one, I guess it's by The Beatles. Also, The Beatles version had all English lyrics instead of English/Korean lyrics. Who knew Ringo could do the rap part, right? I had a huge smile on my face as I applauded them.
"That was amazing! I loved it! Too bad no one else was here to see it. Are you thinking of putting it on an album or a single?" I ask.
"I don't know about that," John paused, walking up to me and then continued to speak, "But what I do know is that you are my universe, and I just want to put you first. Y/N, you make my world light up inside. I want to spend every waking and sleeping moment with ye, my love. I love you more than words and actions can say." John was standing inches away from me till he took a few steps back, making me look at him confused and faltered at the same time. He got down on one knee, catching me off guard. I gasped and held my hands over my mouth to contain excited screams.
"John..." I mutter in my hands. Without breaking eye contact, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black cube. He opened it with one hand. There sat a beautiful diamond ring.
"Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, the most gorgeous woman on the planet, will you marry me?" John asked, a smile already growing on his face. I finally understood what Ringo meant when he told me to get my ring size checked! He was hinting at John's proposal! How could I be so dumb and no see this coming?
"Yes! John, yes!" I exclaimed, no longer being able to keep in my excitement. As John stood up, the other Beatles cheered and clapped.
"You got 'em, Johnny!" Paul called out. John and I both chuckled as John placed the ring gently on my finger.
"Read the box." He whispered to me. I looked inside the box, and on the lid part, it read, Walked into the wrong house and fell asleep.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"Those are the very first words you ever said to me." John answered. I was in awe of it. I had completely forgotten his first words to me and I felt extremely bad about that. I didn't let that get in the way of this happy moment though. I go onto my tippy toes, reaching for a quick kiss.
"I love you more than anything in the world. Thank you for everything, today and everything before that." I say.
"You deserve more." John then gave me another kiss. A passionate one. It ended sooner than wanted when Ringo shouts,
"Congratulations, lovebirds! Took you long enough!" Paul nodded in agreement.
"Yes, thank you!" I tell him, laughing.
"Yeah, well I should get going, sorry lads. See you around." George said, quietly leaving.
"Soon!" Paul called out. George gave a short wave as he walked out of the abandoned park. John walked over to the drums and pulled out a bottle of Champagne.
"Too had Georgie's gonna miss this." He said, handing glasses to everyone. He poured a small amount of Champagne into each of our glasses. "To Y/N." John smiled at me.
"Y/N." Paul and Ringo muttered. We all drank our drinks and packed up the instruments.
Once John and I were home, he went straight to the vinyl and played some jazz. He stood in the middle of the living room, holding out his hand to me.
"May I have this dance, m'lady?"
"Yes." I smile and blush a little, taking his hand. He quickly spun me around, holding me in his arms. I was turned away from him so my back was against his front as we swayed to the slow jazz song.
Kiss me once
Then, kiss me twice
Then, kiss me once again
It's been a long, long time
"I love you." John whispered in my ear, chills flowing through me once he said that.
"I love you more, John."
A/N: I'm really sorry if your favourite breakfast meal isn't pancakes. I just felt like it would be perfect for the story. Love you guys and thanks for reading! 💜💙
P.S, if you're interested, you can actually use the recipe! It's ridiculously good!
Sorry I tried to add the link but Wattpad won't let me :( You can look it up though! It's one of the first to come up. Imagine if it was George Harrison's recipe though!