Happiness is a Warm Gun

[framed_words]

Title: Happiness Is A Warm Gun [Chapter 1/?]
Author: framed_words (me)
Pairing: George/John, eventually. Suggested John/Paul
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: The teeniest bit of violence. Hasn't been betaed.
Summary: George Harrison is a 15-year-old outcast who takes a job running errands for a bookie. One night he makes a delivery to mobsters Paul McCartney and

Comments

[larainefan]

I love the idea of this! And like the others said, hope John sees beyond the shyness and awkwardness to just how beautiful George is! Though I've always found the awkwardness very endearing myself!

I adore the same line that withalittlewit quoted, how he reeked of virginity and teenaged insecurity.

Cringed for George's naivete, when he approached the other two as if they were old friends, grinned and said "Sorry, lads!" Also how he forgot to take his own pay out! This entire part is so sadly accurate:

“He gave me a few notes after he gave me the envelope; I thought it was more of your money…oh.” Harrison felt embarrassment wash over him as he realised he’d put his own pay in the package.

Paul and John burst out laughing, shaking their heads. “Gees,” chuckled the eldest. “Did your mother drink during pregnancy or something?” Harrison’s cheeks burned with humiliation.

“Here, kid,” Paul said with a humoured grin, taking a pound from the envelope. “This is for the jacket.” He motioned to Harrison’s pocket, which now rested in the gutter, Lennon having discarded it.

Harrison cleared his throat and spoke quietly, whatever confidence he’d had completely destroyed. “Thank you, sir.” His eyes downcast, he took the money and kept his hands occupied by folding it carefully.

As he did this, McCartney and Lennon turned and started walking along the road in the opposite direction. They shouted and guffawed loudly, totally unworried about whose sleep they disturbed. Harrison heard his name mentioned and knew he was the main subject of their amusement. Watching their figures gradually grow smaller, he felt an intense yearning to belong to something so tough, so untouchable. But Harrison lacked the confidence that those men had, the courage, the strength, the good looks - and the list went on. With such thoughts plaguing his mind, he shoved his fists into his pockets and sauntered home, his fingers brushing against the one pound note still in his hand.

[framed_words]

Haha yes, treating them as old friends & forgetting his pay seemed like such innocent, George-ish things to do xP I'm glad you like it :)