George Imagine:

You smiled and bobbed your head to the rhythm of the music, mouthing along with the lyrics and tapping your fingers along with the beat of the drums. You could listen to him sing forever...

After lord knows how many busy schedules you had, you were finally able to be with your boyfriend, George, and come along with him to one of his concerts in America. You were currently watching the boys' performance backstage. You felt so immensely proud of them, especially George. They really made it big, it was quite unbelievable. They were basically bigger than Elvis, and that was saying something.

George caught your eye between the curtain and winked at you as he plucked at the strings of his guitar and sang into the microphone.

Before this dance is through,

I think I'll love you too

I'm so happy when you dance with me

You shimmied your hips in reference to the song, inferring that you wanted to dance with him. He grinned at you. You could've sworn you saw John wiggling his eyebrows at you.

About an hour later, the lads bowed to the audience as their concert came to a close. They yelled their thanks to the crowd and waved at them as they exited the stage behind the curtains. You smiled big and ran into George's arms. He held your waist tightly and kissed your temple.

"When you dance like that, it drives me mad," he chuckled in your ear.

You blushed and sheepishly shrugged. "Maybe I did it on purpose," you teased.

George lifted you up off your feet and carried you bridal style across the room, causing you to squeal in delight. You loved it when he carried you, it was so fun. You laughed as he spun you around, loudly singing, "Cause I'm happy just to dance with you!"

Not to mention that he was off key.

"How beautiful," you wiped away a fake tear as he set you back to your feet. "I'm getting all emotional."

"You two make me sick," John gagged.

"Shut up, Lennon," George gave John a bored look. You giggled. "I won't apologize for having the best girl in the world in my arms. Would you?"

"Give me Y/N and I'll find out."

You took off your shoe and chucked it at John. He dodged it and stuck his tongue out at you and George.

"Cheeky bastard," George rolled his eyes as you laughed. He turned back to you with a timid smile. "Did you know that I wrote that song for you? I love dancing with you." (I know John and Paul actually wrote it but just go with it XD)

"As do I," you smiled. "We really need to go dancing more often. We haven't gone dancing since our first date, and that was two years ago!"

"I remember that," George chuckled. "I had no idea what I was doing, but you just kept shaking your hips and spinning me around. I told you I couldn't dance but you said to just do whatever. You look so beautiful when you dance, Y/N... I can't get enough. Dancing with you makes me feel so free. To me you're... freedom."

You crushed your face into George's chest as he pressed his lips on top of your head. He swayed from side to side in a form of slow dance with you, humming I'm Happy Just to Dance With You in your ear, making you shiver in content. He had the loveliest voice, even when he simply hummed...

"Let's go dancing now," he suddenly said. You glanced up at him in surprise. "I don't have any other meetups today and I can answer my fan letters later. Come on, Y/N! Let's go somewhere and dance!"

"You really love to dance, don't you, Georgie?" you giggled.

"I love dancing with you, babe."

Requested by @angelwithinsomnia!