I lay my head on the pillow and look at the starry sky. I'm warm with my thick comforter wrapped around me. If it was just a degree lower, snow would be falling, but it's okay since right now, everything is perfect.

I look over to the other side of the blanket when i hear a chord being strummed.

"Was that pretty? No? I think i'll call it A sharp, nonetheless."

George's voice was way too quiet for the open atmosphere of the roof. "Try it with a G chord" i whisper to match his volume. Turning to my side so i could see George better, I tug the blanket over me more.

George strums an A# after a G then he smiles lightly "Brilliant little booger" his smile brightens up the night sky and i can't help but smile back. He pokes my nose gently and i close my eyes when he does, i open them shortly after.

George strums a few more chords and starts to hum lightly. I lay onto my back and look at the stars as he continues playing. "Elvis would shrivel at the sound of your guitar playing, Joj"

He chuckled "Funny." He started playing a different song that i haven't heard before. I turn my head to look at him.

"Is that a new one?" i say with a smile and he nods. "Sing it for me?" He smiles and looks down to his guitar. He starts play While My Guitar Gently Weeps. I close my eyes as i listen.

Once the music stops i hear him lay his guitar on the roof's hard surface. I feel the blanket move and suddenly he's next to me, our shoulders pressed together. I open my eyes and look over to him as he's looking at the stars.

"Can i be stereotypical?" i say softly and he nods with a little chuckle. I stay quiet in thought. "Do you... well do you ever think that your heart isn't made for love?" He looked over to me with a puzzled expression. i sight with a smile, "You know..." under the blanket i intertwine our fingers "the heart, it represents love... but why?"

i hear him hum, "Then tell me, what is your heart for?" his voice is soft.

"mine?"

"yes."

"you, i suppose." i say quietly, blushing.

i look over to him again and he's staring at me with soft, loving eyes.

"Well," he sighs lightly and squeezes my hand gently, looking back at the stars "When i look at you, i feel my heart expand. It yells at me, metaphorically of course, but it says something like.. 'keep this one, cherish this one, be gentle to this one'." He's quiet for a second or two. "It pounds fast when you touch me, it aches when you're not around me... so maybe," he looks back to me, "Maybe, that's why it's a symbol of love."

My smile feels permanent as my heart bounds and my body heats in a flush. I laughed lightly and shook my head "You're ridiculous, Mr. Harrison." i say lovingly and lean over to kiss him softly. He kisses back with a soft squeeze of my hand.

"And you're the one for me, y/n..."