Beatles | Seven Minutes In Heaven - George

“[Name]”

“I object!” George raised a hand.

“What?” Paul glanced with a confused look.

He blinked, “Uhm-”

“Just shuttup and eat yer popcorn, ya git” John muttered, rolling his eyes.

You looked with an uncertain glimmer, smacking you teeth with your tongue, then bending down to grab at your card.

To your surprise, you pulled out a guitar out with the last name being under it.

“Harrison.”

“See, I object”

You frowned.

“Oh my gosh, George you’re mean.” Paul narrowed his eyes at his friend.

He then sighed, glancing over at you, “Don’t listen to him. He just wants to eat his damn popcorn.”

You nodded, glancing at George.

“Let me finish-” He was interrupted by John grabbing his arm and dragging him to the closet. In doing so, it sacrificed George’s popcorn as they fell to the ground.

“NoooOOOOOoOooo” He called, nearly crying as he was pushed into the closet and the door closed.

You hesitantly glanced at the closet.

“You know he doesn’t have to-”

“Just get in the closet, [Name]” Paul muttered, chuckling.

“He’s food deprived.”

Ringo snorted.

You smirked just slightly, walking over to the closet and peeking in. There was George, leaned against the cleared area of the wall. The area was cramped as any closet would be.

George hissed.

You rolled your eyes, stepping in.

“It’s your fault.”

“What? I just-”

“My popcorn is dead because of you”

You stared at the darkened face of George. The only reason you could see him was the light coming from the crack under the door.

“You’re joking right?” You muttered. “Where are you anywa-” You had stepped forward, falling forward onto George.

Your leg was between his legs, hands along his waist.

Oh.

George froze at your touch.

“I-I’m sorry-” You muttered quickly, trying to get up but somehow, maybe he forgot about the popcorn, the taller male pulled you back.

“How about these 7 minutes. If it were worth my popcorn spilling then-” he paused, then hesitantly you felt a kiss along your lips. It was a quick one all in all.

Unfortunately to the stuttering you, The door opened.

“Times-”

Ringo blinked, staring at the two of you.

He closed the door.

“I’mma just let them stay in there for a while longer” Ringo muttered, lips poked out in a manner and walking away from the door.

“That’s not fair though”

You could hear a crash and bang. In all seriousness, you had slipped from being so flustered.

But to these men, they smirked.

“Oohh”