If You Believe (George Harrison/Beatles FanFic)

Chapter 8

A/N - Happy Sort Of Mid-Week Bonus Update! I know Wednesday is really the middle of the week and hump day, but I had this update all ready to go and I thought....why not? I have left writer's block in the trash can and things are moving along fairly well. I'm playing some Beatles' music right now and sending this off, hoping you are having a good week! Thank you sincerely for spending the time reading about George and Annie--I am still thoroughly enjoying writing about them! Happy Tuesday everyone! :-) Lara xo

February, 1975

Annie had warned him. She told George the second the airplane hit 35,000 feet, she would be fast asleep and he laughed when he realized she was right. Her head lay peacefully on his shoulder, her arm tucked through his. George kissed her forehead, covered her with a blanket, and turned his attention to his book. They were flying into the sunrise, from the dark to the light, and when they passed over Newfoundland, the horizon glowed a brilliant orange red.

He wasn't sure when he fell asleep, but it was broad daylight when he awoke, the blanket tucked around him probably by Annie who was now engrossed in her own book.

"Morning," he said softly, his eyes trained on her.

"Morning," Annie smiled at him.

"Do you know what time it is?"

"Uh, Los Angeles time or London time?"

"You're on English time now, love," he smiled.

"Then I have no idea. I can't think about how much longer we have to go before we land. All I know is that daylight came faster than I've ever experienced in my life and I'm totally confused. Aren't we breaking some kind of time/space continuum or something?"

"If we are, then I've been through it about 2 dozen times," he offered, straightening himself upright. "And no permanent damage, but you'll be exhausted for about 2 days until you adjust."

"I'll be too excited to be exhausted," Annie said, taking his hand.

"Fine. I'll be tired for both of us."

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After going through customs and getting her passport stamped, Annie walked forward, stopping dead in her tracks as she stared directly into the chest of a 6 foot 4 inch smiling giant. Annie lifted her chin toward the sky.

"You must be Annie," he grinned. "I'm Mal. I work for the guys. Did you lose George?"

"Hi Mal. He's coming. He was behind me."

"I bet he's being held up by photographers. I don't know how they find out, but they always do. Do I need to hide you?"

"I don't think so...at least not for my sake," Annie said with a light laugh.

"Okay. Just stand right here. I'm going in for the rescue."

Mal and George reappeared within minutes and George gripped Annie's hand as they continued through the airport. Flashbulbs went off and George knew that any anonymity they had, was now gone.

Mal and George loaded the luggage into the car as quickly as they could and Mal immediately pulled out into traffic. Annie's breath caught in her throat as she wanted to tell Mal to get on the other side of the road. It was totally nerve wracking with cars flying past on the opposite side of what she was used to. It was comforting to see that London drivers were just as aggressive and crazy as Los Angeles drivers, but Annie wondered how you would parallel park when the steering wheel is on the other side of the car and you're in the wrong fucking lane.