𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟒 | 𝐍𝐘𝐂

the notorious new rock ‘n’ roll group, the beatles, had piled into your shop, manager brain epstein asking kindly for their suits to be tailored. after all, this was their first time in america. they had to look their sharpest.

the four lads were sat around the shop. ringo, paul and john lounging around, smoking, reading the newspaper or just making snarky comments. but in front of you, george harrison stood stiffly.

his brown hair flopped across his face, his arms spread out as your nimble fingers worked across his bicep and towards his forearm, placing pins in the fabric of his suit jacket as you went.

he watched in silence as you worked, a stark contrast to his loud, bantering band mates only a metre away. he admired you, his lips slightly parted as he felt your careful hands move to his sides.