George Imagine:

You sat in the chair next to Brian who was seated next to the director, who yelled, "Action!" to the four mop top headed boys standing before the camera.

The lads were filming there new movie, Help!. You were lucky enough to be able to watch them, considering you were George's girlfriend. You were really enjoying watching them shoot the film, and George loved having you around. Work was always so stressful for him, and whenever you were around him, he felt all of the pressure lift off his shoulders. To him, you were the embodiment of pure bliss.

He winked at you as the director said, "Rolling, and... action!"

He faced forward and started sprinting towards Ringo, yelling, "It's a thingy! A fiendish thingy! Come on, Ringo!"

You giggled behind your hand in amusement once the director yelled for a cut. Once the boys were on break, you got up from your chair and approached George.

"A fiendish thingy?" you asked with a grin.

"Good stuff, isn't it?" George chuckled. You laughed along and slung your arms around his shoulders. "Thanks for coming, babe. It's so much better having you around."

"You and me both," you replied, leaning forward and gently kissing his soft lips. "It gets so lonely without you around, especially when you're on tour. I just want to be with you as much as I can."

George slid his arms around your waist and pulled you to his chest, hugging you and nuzzling his nose into your neck.

"Can I tell you something, Y/N?" he murmured into your neck.

"Of course you can."

He pulled his face away from your neck to look you in the eyes. You stared into soft, mysterious brown, tilting your head to the side in curiosity.

"You know, since I met you, I knew you were the girl for me," he said quietly. "There's always been something about you... I can't explain it. Maybe it's the way your eyes sparkle when you get excited. Or the way your hair's always a bit messy when you wake up in the morning. The way you get so passionate about something. The way you talk, I can listen forever." He absentmindedly threaded a finger through a strand of your hair. "Or maybe it's all of it... yeah. It's definitely all of it."

"George," you said, astonished with a blush dusting your cheeks. "George, what're your getting at?"

George smiled down at you. "Y/N, when you smile, I smile. When you laugh, I laugh. When you cry, I cry. When you're angry, I'm angry. Everything I am, everything I have, I want it to be yours. I want... to make you as happy as you make me. I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel the way I feel."

Slowly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a littler black box. He flipped it open, revealing an elegant, princess cut diamond ring. You gasped as tears welled up in your eyes.

"Y/N," George said in a mere whisper in your ear. "Marry me. Have children with me. Grow old with me... Spend the rest of your life with me."

You suppressed a sob. "George Harrison, it's about damn time you asked me!" you cried, jumping into his arms and holding him tightly. "Yes! Yes, absolutely yes!"

George lifted you up off your feet and spun you in a circle, peppering your face with kisses. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you, I love you, I love you so much." He cupped your cheeks and brought your lips on to his, kissing you passionately. You melted in his arms.

"Oi, Harrison!" John Lennon yelled behind you. "She said yes, didn't she?"

"Aye, you know it, Lennon," Paul grinned.

Requested by @Catherine-the-writer! The title is killing me, I'm so cringe XD Enjoy! I'll get to the next requests as soon as I can!