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Request: How about George seeing you for the first time without make-up, which you've always worn around him since you have bad acne and you're really self-conscious about it, but he's perfectly sweet and understanding and completely in love?

A/n: aww this is such a cute idea! Thanks to whoever requested it!

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You heard the car honk one more time. I’m coming, I’m coming, you thought, hastily grabbing your shoes and shoving them onto your feet. You ran down the stairs and grabbed your keys, but paused when you passed by your mirror on the way to the front door.

“Jesus,” You grumbled aloud, coming to the realization that you had no time to put on makeup before your date with your boyfriend, George Harrison. You viewed your reflection thoughtfully, taking in every blemish, every spot of acne on your face. Shit, you thought. Am I really about to show George this side of myself?

The car honked again.

Well, no other option, you sighed, grabbing your purse off the hook by the door and tugging the front door open. You stepped out into the warm sunshine, letting the warmth comfort you for a bit before spotting the car pulled into your front drive.

You saw George’s smiling face in the drivers seat, waving at you. His hair was a little shaggy, your favorite look for him, and he was wearing a T shirt and leather jacket.

You smiled and waved back, pulling your hair back into a ponytail as you walked towards the car. You opened the door with slightly shaking hands and settled in.

“Hey Georgie, sorry I’m late,” you said, suddenly very concentrated on pulling your seatbelt across your chest. You didn’t want him to see your face. This was a moment you knew would come eventually, but you didn’t want it to happen right now.

“No worries, love,” George said, but sensing something off with you, asked, “everything alright, (y/n)?”

You turned your face towards him, and felt a lump beginning to form in your throat. You looked at him, eyes feeling a little watery at the moment.

You could see his eyes studying you, roving all over your face, a little confused.

“George,” you started, wanting to explain, but he cut you off.

He smiled, his eyes looking a little wet as well.

“(Y/n),” he said firmly, moving his hands up to cup your face. “You look beautiful.”

He pulled you closer and kissed you, stroking your skin with his thumb, making you feel loved. Then he pulled away and smiled, turning towards the steering wheel and pulling the stick into reverse, and backing out of the drive way.

He put an arm around you as you drove to the restaraunt, telling you about his week, about the funny thing Ringo said to Paul the other day, about the restaraunt you were going for lunch, knowing that you would want him to act as if everything was normal.

And it was. George loved you. And nothing was different.

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In Germany! Woohoo!

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