George Imagine:

George quickly dashed to the door when he heard the bell chime throughout the house. He took in a small breath and swung it open with a kind smile.

"Hello, Y/N, it's good to see you again," he greeted.

You stepped into the house, mirroring his grin and nodding. "You as well, George. How are you?"

"Quite well, cheers. And you?"

"Oh, really good."

You bit your lip and clasped your hands together, a little shy as you said, "I'll be in the garden, then."

"Alright," George nodded. "Don't overwork yourself, love. I hate to see you so stressed, like last week."

"Oh, not at all, George," you chuckled. "I enjoy the work. It was just a little hot last week, that's all."

"Well, be careful anyways. You're... a really good friend of mine is all."

"You are too, George. Thank you."

You were George's gardener. Once a week, you would stop by his house and work in his grand beautiful garden in the back. You really enjoyed it. The flowers were quaint, you loved to smell them. And during your breaks, it was simply the perfect time for you to walk around the garden or write. You really loved to write. You wouldn't call yourself an expert, but your stories and poems came from the heart.

Most of all, you really enjoyed talking to George. He was so kind to you, unlike many of the others you had to work for. He always gave you lemonade and made you laugh.

Not to mention... he was really attractive as well. You had to admit that you had a little crush on him. Well... that was an understatement. But you were simply his gardener and friend.

Throughout the day, you watered the flowers and pulled out the weeds. During your break, you were sitting on the grass, scribbling into your little journal of poems while George went inside the house to make lemonade for you both. As you wrote, you heard soft thuds emit from behind. You craned your neck to see who it was.

"Hello Dhani!" you said cheerfully as George's little son, Dhani, padded towards you and sat next to you on the grass. You loved Dhani. He was just like George, both in looks and in personality.

"Hi Miss Y/N," he responded with a toothy grin. "What're you doing?"

"Oh, just writing a little something," you said, showing him your poem.

"Are you a writer?" he asked.

"Not a professional one, but yes," you smiled.

"Daddy said that he liked your poems," Dhani said casually, picking at the blades of grass beneath him. "He said that you could be a famous writer someday."

"Did he now?" you said, trying to hide your blush. "That's really nice of him to say."

Dhani glanced back up at you. "Do you like my daddy?" he asked curiously.

"Of course I do," you replied. "Your daddy's really nice to me. He's a really good friend."

"Friend?" Dhani furrowed his eyebrows. "Oh. I thought you were his girlfriend."

You almost choked on your own breath. "No! I mean... no, no. Only friends."

He squinted his eyes at you. "Are you sure? He talks about you a lot. He thinks you're really pretty and nice. He really likes you."

You were silent for a moment. You gazed down at your lap, your cheeks tinted with red. "I... really like him too."

"Really?" Dhani said, excited. "So you'll be his girlfriend? 'Cause you're really fun to play with!"

You laughed. "I will be if he wants me to be."

He looked at you thoughtfully. "I'll be right back," he said, turning and racing back inside his house.

He found his father in the kitchen, setting a few glasses of fresh lemonade on a tray. Dhani tugged on George's sleeve to get his attention.

"Who's that for?" he asked.

"You, me, and Miss Y/N," George replied, ruffling the kid's hair. "Hey mate, did you clean your room yet?"

"All clean," Dhani nodded. "Dad? Can I tell you something?"

"Of course, Dhani. What's up?"

Outside, you were staring down at your half-written poem, unable to write anymore. Your mind was racing. George said he liked you? For sure? You were a little doubtful. Dhani was just a child, perhaps he misinterpreted what his father was saying.

You would like for it to be true... but you didn't believe in fairy tales. You liked to read them and sometimes even write them... but you knew they were only stories. There was no such thing as a fairy godmother creating a beautiful ball gown for you to go and find your Prince Charming. There was no such thing as true love's kiss as a cure for never ending sleep. They were simply fiction...

"Y/N?"

Startled out of your thoughts, you looked up to see George approaching you with a tray of lemonade. You grinned as he sat down and handed you a glass.

"Thanks," you said gratefully as you sipped the cold drink.

"Don't mention it," George said quietly.

You looked at him curiously, your brown knitted together. He was always quiet. You knew he was once known as the "Quiet Beatle" but he wasn't this kind of quiet. The kind when something was bothering him. Or when something couldn't leave his mind.

"Something wrong?" you asked.

George glanced at you. "Y/N," he said slowly. "I, uh... had a little chat with Dhani." You nodded. "He told me something... surprising. Something about you." Your eyes widened. "He said... that you liked me and wanted to be my girlfriend?"

You stared. "N-no, I never said... I mean, I don't think... He must have..." you sputtered nervously, tripping over your own words. After George arched an eyebrow at you, you sighed and hung your head. "Um... yes. I-I did say that. But only if you want to. I mean, I want to, I do like you. But I thought it would be weird, seeing as I'm your gardener and all that... Listen, if you're not interested, I totally understand. I'm okay with being friends-"

Suddenly, George's lips were on yours. Your breathing hitched for a moment, but you responded with a heavy blush. His lips were soft... and damn, he knew what he was doing.

"But I'm not okay with that," George murmured. "I've liked you for so long, since I met you. You amaze me in so many ways, Y/N. Everything you do, you do out of joy. When you garden, when you write... anything. And I love listening to you talk about your favourite books... about anything, actually. And of course, you're very beautiful."

You rested your head on his shoulder, intertwining your hand with his calloused one. After a moment of comfortable silence, you giggled, "I can't believe a kid got us together."

"Aye," George laughed. "The perfect Cupid."

Faintly, you heard Dhani cheer inside the house.

Requested by @AshleyMaycury! :) Also, just out of curiosity, are any of you guys anime fans? I'm considering writing a Fullmetal Alchemist one shot but I'm not sure if I should do it XD