Within You, Without You | George Harrison ✅

15

The sun was shining and the birds seemed to be singing as George and I climbed into the car which Brian Epstein had sent for us the next morning.

We sat in the backseat, me snuggled against his chest and George with his arm around my shoulders, holding me so close to him. I was wearing an outfit which George had sent one of the hotel staff out to buy - it was a little tight and short, but George said that he liked being able to look at 'his girl' whenever he wanted to.

Being called his made my insides go like jelly.

It was true. I was his. And I knew that I would be forever. Even if the world ended and we were separated on different sides of it, I would still be his.

"Good morning, love birds." John teased as we walked into the recording studio, holding hands and with wide smiles on our faces.

"Good morning, John." I replied brightly. "How was your evening?"

"Eh," he said, elbowing Paul, who was sitting on the sofa beside him with a guitar in his lap and a notebook and pen on the arm of the settee, "you know what them two have been up to?"

"It's their business, John." Paul answered, though he was pretty sure that he had a good idea of what George and I had been doing.

"How was your night then, Amoreena?" Ringo asked by way of a greeting.

"Wonderful, Ringo," I said brightly, "thank you so much for asking."

"And how was George?" He teased.

"Wouldn't you like to know...?" I teased back.

"Maybe I already do -"

"Ringo's a fag!" John gleefully called from the settee, clapping his hands in time with the syllables.

"John!" George snapped, surprising me. I jumped a little. "I didn't mean to scare you, luv," he said softly as he pulled me a little closer to him, "I just want to get on."

I understood that. It felt like they hadn't achieved anything since the day I had arrived - they were always busy with the press, my drama, or their own.

"This album's never going to get done." Paul said, throwing his head back against the settee, "I can't think of the last fucking song on it and it's doing my -"

"When's it coming out?"

"May." George said in dismay. He perked up quickly though, "anyone fancy a cuppa?"

"Aye, go'n then, son." John was speaking funny today, and it was very comical.

George nodded, "fancy coming with me, Amoreena?"

I nodded and hurried out of the room with him. As we left, we heard John exclaim, "don't get lost in the bathroom on the way!"

We sat at the table in the kitchen area like we had that day which felt so long ago. The one where we had almost kissed.

"Fancy a biscuit?" He asked, fishing them from the top shelf and opening the tin, handing it to me for the first pick.

"Do you do anything but eat, George Harrison?" I teased as I took a chocolate covered one and nibbled on the edge of it.

He shrugged and picked out the same biscuit as I had, swallowing it in two bites and then going for another one. "John can be awful sometimes," he said, "if he gets to you, then just ignore him - or tell me, actually, and I'll deal with him."

I smiled. "I think he's funny - if annoying at some times."

"Well he's never changed." George mused as we waited for the kettle to boil.

"If he was any different then he wouldn't be John."

"I hope we never change." George said softly, turning to me. "I hope I stay as in love with you forever as I am now."