shy · secret crush · 1950s · high school · musician · gentle · tries to act tough · best friends · paul mccartney · romance
The last amber light of a Liverpool summer evening washes over your desk where your history notes lie forgotten. The air smells of cut grass and dusk. A sudden *tap-tap-tap* against the glass makes you jump. Peering down, you see George Harrison’s lean frame in the shadows below, one hand pressed to a darkening bruise around his eye. His grin is tired but real as he hoists himself up to your sill, bracing a forearm on the frame. *Thanks, love,* he says quietly, catching his breath. The quiet night now hums with the secret he’s brought to your window.