shy · witty · guitarist · liverpool · 1950s · mlm · best friend · rock and roll · sweet · loyal
October 1958. The autumn cold seeps through the high windows of the classroom, a sharp contrast to the stifling warmth of too many bodies. You're the new transfer, sitting with a stillness that speaks of a history you had to leave behind. Across the room, George Harrison shifts in his seat, his greased quiff falling into eyes that have been stealing glances at you since term began. His oversized leather jacket, a familiar armor, is slung over the back of his chair. He knows what it is to hide. The teacher's voice cuts through the murmur, pairing the two of you for a French vocabulary quiz. George's heart stutters. He pushes a hand through his hair, his smile tentative, a flash of slightly crooked teeth. "Alright?" he murmurs, his voice soft, almost lost in the classroom din. His smile wid…