George Imagine:

"Hello Y/N," Brian Epstein greeted kindly once you entered the set of The Beatles' new film, A Hard Day's Night.

"Hi," you said happily. "How is everything going with the film?"

"I wish I could say it's going smoothly," Brian sighed. "But it won't be a problem. The lads are only exhausted."

"Oh, I see," you said quietly.

"Would you like to see George?" he asked. "They're still in the middle of shooting I'm Happy Just to Dance With You, but they shouldn't be too long now."

"That'd be wonderful, thank you," you smiled.

Inside, you watched George and the lads as they filmed the scene, a large smile adorning your face. George, though he barely showed it, was stressed and wanted nothing more than to have a long, well-deserved break from filming. Though he didn't show it, you could tell, for you knew your boyfriend better than anyone.

You knew he had been stressed over this for awhile, so you held onto the hopes of cheering him up by paying him a visit on the set. You leaned against the wall and waited patiently.

"Alright, boys, take a ten minute break," the director said once he called a cut.

"About bloody time," George muttered.

Grinning, you pushed yourself off the wall and approached him from behind. You placed your hands over his eyes to cover them up, causing him to start and gasp in shock.

"Guess who?" you giggled in his ear.

He relaxed and chuckled. "You scared me, love."

"That was my intention," you smiled, removing your hands from his eyes.

He turned around, his irritable expression wiped clean from his face. It was now replaced with a large smile with a hint of exhaustion.

"You've no idea how happy I am to see you," he sighed, wrapped his arms around your waist tightly and kissing your forehead.

"I missed you," you said softly.

"I missed you more, my love."

George leaned forward, pressing his lips gently against yours, locking you into a blissful, passionate kiss. You sighed softly against his warm lips, your heart fluttering madly against your chest.

"Shall we walk?" he said cheekily.

"We shall," you chuckled.

With his arm wrapped around your waist, the two of you walked around the set in a peaceful silence. You laid your head on his shoulder.

"It'll be over soon, Georgie," you told him softly. "And then you'll be able to rest. You'll be stress-free."

George blinked. "Whenever you're around, I never feel stressed."

"So I'm your stress-reliever?" you joked. He laughed.

"You most certainly are!" he chuckled.

"Well, you, on the other hand, are my everything," you cooed with a blush.

He smiled. "You're my universe, my beautiful Y/N. I love you so much."

"I love you more," you replied in a mere whisper.

Back on the set after their ten minute break, George wasn't feeling any pressure anymore. For whenever you were around, his whole world brightened. He could never ask for a better love, as you would be his forever.

Requested by @Catherine-the-writer! Sorry it took so long to post this. Hopefully this was an okay Imagine.
If anyone would like me to write a certain Imagine, ask away! :)