Baby It's You

A/N: Hey guys, I got this great idea in my head and I just needed to get this out. I just finished my other story I'll Get Him… One Day and my fingers just couldn't stop typing and my brain just couldn't shut up. I've had this in my head for a while now. It's another Beatles fanfic (you can never have enough of these boys!) I just love creating scenarios about them. Okay, I'm gonna shut up now or else you'll never read the story. Here it is: Baby It's You!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Beatles! I don't need to keep saying that in every chapter now do I?

Liverpool, England, 1950

"Samantha, you go play while mummy sits here and reads her book, okay?" Barbara Stratford put her five-year-old daughter down and kissed the top of her dirty blonde head before pushing her towards the playground. "Be a good girl, all right?"

Samantha nodded enthusiastically to her mother. "Okay mummy." She ran off towards the empty playground. The child rushed to the swing set, it was the first thing she always played with when she came to the park with her mom. Samantha climbed onto one of the swings. She waited for a strong gust of wind to push her, but it didn't come. She kicked her legs to and fro but she wasn't strong enough to move herself. The little girl pouted, knowing she wouldn't be able to go anywhere, but she stayed in her seat. Everytime she left, someone would always take her spot. Her special spot, which she rightfully claimed when the playground was built last year.

"Hullo," A voice from behind her greeted. "Do you need help?"

Samantha turned around to see who the voice belonged to. She eyed the boy curiously. He had blondish-brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. He looked to be two or three inches taller than her and seemed about her age or a few years older. The boy wore a green sweater with a white collar sticking out of it. He also had on black drainpipes and brown penny loafers. A gray school cap was sported on his head. His porcelain cheeks were glowing slightly red from the chilly morning.

"Uh-huh." Samantha nodded. The beautiful boy walked up to her and pushed her by the back. She soared into the air, free as a bird. (A/N: Pun intended haha) Samantha giggled. "Yeah!"

"My name is George Harrison." The boy introduced himself while still pushing Samantha.

"I'm Samantha Taylor Stratford." Samantha recited. Her mom had taught how to introduce herself when meeting someone new.

"How old are you?" George asked.

"I'm five."

"I'm seven."

"What school do you go to?" Samantha had never seen him around before.

"Dovedale Primary School. It's my last year there." George answered. "How 'bout you?"

"Greenbank Primary." Her hair flew in the breeze. "Higher!" George complied, pushing her even harder. She was having the time of her life. All her friends at school lived in another area of Liverpool so she never saw them at the park. Samantha screamed with delight when she was high enough to see the top of her mom's head.

"George!" A boy who looked George's age ran up to where they were. He had some dirt on his face and well as a scowl. "What are you doing? Wi-with a gurl?" He put emphasis on the word girl as if he were disgusted.

George stopped pushing Samantha. "Huh?" Samantha felt her stomach drop as the swing drifted further and higher without George behind her. "George?"

"Nothing." George answered his friend and stepped away from Samantha as if he didn't have anything to do with her.

"C'mon, let's go climb the jungle gym. Patrick and David are already there." The other boy grabbed George's wrist with force and pulled him towards the jungle gym. "And don't play with gurls or else you'll catch their germs." He threw a dirty look at Samantha before leaving.

When the swing finally stopped swinging, Samantha looked back at George who was now playing with his other friends. He never once looked her way. Samantha just couldn't stop staring at him. She couldn't quite place her finger on it but there was just something about him that really intrigued her.

She was just five then and didn't know what the word meant, but from that point on, Samantha Stratford was deeply infatuated with George Harrison.

A/N: So what do you think? Good? Bad? Eh? Don't worry, that's just the beginning. Chapter one is up right now, so go on over there. Please review afterwards! I always love reading them :)