George Imagine:

You glanced around curiously, absorbing your surroundings, utterly confused and lost. Hamburg was such a wonderful city, but it was so large and crowded. It was easy to get lost in, hence the reason why you felt lost.

You had come to Hamburg for a vacation. A much-needed one. You had worked so hard in school, your brain needed a long break. But it wasn't getting the break it deserved, as you had no idea where you were.

"Excuse me, Miss? Are you lost?"

You expected to hear a German accent hinting along the unfamiliar voice, but instead, it came out as Scouse. You spun around, where your eyes were met with deep dark ones, clouded with mystery mixed with excitement. A childlike mystery. How odd.

His hair was dark and smooth to the touch, trimmed into a mop top style. His teeth were slightly long and sharp, and his cheekbones were high. He wore a leather jacket and held a guitar case in his calloused hand.

The man's mysterious eyes widened when he saw you, and his cheeks flushed. You felt redness dust your cheeks as well when you realized how attractive he was.

"Oh... oh, yes," you said rather breathlessly. Clearing your throat, you continued, "I'm on vacation. It's my first time coming here. I'm a Hamburg virgin."

You froze and mentally kicked yourself. A Hamburg virgin? Are you kidding me?

The young man chuckled warmly. "Well, Miss, today's your lucky day. May I do the honours of showing you around?"

"Aren't you on vacation too?" you asked.

"Oh, no," he replied. "I'm working here for awhile. I'm in a band, you see." He indicated his guitar case.

"Then you've been here awhile?"

"Quite awhile."

"How do I know that you're not some creep who's trying to kidnap me?"

The man smiled. "What good would it do me to kidnap you?" he chuckled.

He then pointed to an area behind you. You turned around, only to find a club with a poster. Written across the poster was labeled The Beatles. Above the words were picture of four young men. One of them was the man standing in front of you.

"The Beatles?" you asked. "That's a rather odd name for a band."

"In a good way?" the man asked sheepishly.

"It's catchy, so yes," you grinned.

"I'm George, by the way," he said.

"Y/N."

"So how about that tour? Are you in?" George asked with a wonderful smile. "A beautiful bird like you shouldn't be out here all alone after all, right?"

Your cheeks reddened greatly. You glanced around once more, thinking it over. You really didn't want to be alone in this big city. You didn't know where to go. And quite honestly, you had taken a liking to George. He was funny and sweet... and very good-looking.

"Okay," you smiled. "I'm in."

George gave you the tour of your dreams. He had taken you site-seeing, paid for two strawberry smoothies, and made you laugh the whole time. You had even playfully flirted back and forth. Nonetheless, every compliment you had exchanged made you blush.

Soon, you and George were seated outside of a cafe to rest your legs.

"So you play, right?" you asked, nodding towards the guitar case he had dragged along the whole time.

"Yes ma'am, I do," he grinned.

"Why don't you play for me? You must be very good if your band has been here awhile."

George gave you a soft smile. You watched as he opened his guitar case, revealing a beautiful acoustic guitar. He lifted the instrument out of the case and steadied it into position. He tuned it and quickly tested it before strumming.

Your heart fluttered madly against your chest as the wonderful music filled your ears, hitting you very gently to the very marrow of your bones. You had never heard anything more beautiful.

George plucked at the guitar, his fingers gracing each string passionately. He opened his mouth, and out came a beautiful, gentle yet rich voice singing:

Love me tender,

Love me sweet,

Never let me go

You have made my life complete,

And I love you so

Love me tender,

Love me true,

All my dreams fulfilled

For my darling, I love you

And I always will

His fingers stopped plucking. He gazed into your E/C eyes and smiled timidly.

"That was so lovely," you gushed. "I can't wait to see you become famous!"

"Oh, I don't know about that," he chuckled.

"I do," you grinned.

From then on, you and George spent time together for as long as possible before your vacation ended. And even after you went home, you two spoke on the phone after exchanging numbers to keep in touch.

Requested by @Catherine-the-writer! Enjoy!