It's Only Love

Ch.13

I found out later that week that I would have to be away from the boys for the rest of the tour, since there had been a few venue cancellations.  It upset me a lot, that I would have to be away from George for so long, but he reassured me everything would be fine.

I wave goodbye to the boys as they boarded the plane, tears staining my eyes.

"Goodbye George!" I yelled over the plane's roaring engine.

"Goodbye love, I'll write and call!" He yelled back. I walked of the runway as they took off and I cried a bit as soon as I got home.

The next morning I kept myself busy until George called. As soon as he the phone rang, I ran to it and picked it up. "hello?" I asked hopeful that George would be the one responding.

"Hello love," George spoke into the phone. I sighed in relief.

"I miss you" I say softly into the phone.

"I bet I miss you more." He said sweetly into the phone.

We chatted until John came and told George that he had to hang up so he could get ready for their interview. We hung up and I got on with my day, resuming on cleaning the house.

During the first week, everyday slowly got easier, being without George. I usually tried to keep myself busy and not think about him too much. I would talk to him everyday. Slowly, though, our conversations grew shorter and the amount of phone calls became smaller. I felt as if we were becoming distant. It honestly scared me a bit.

It didn't help that the next week, newspapers began to print stories about George hanging around this model named Pattie a lot. I tried as hard as I could to contain my jealousy.

Whenever I asked George, he promised me that they were only friends, but I couldn't help but wonder. I mean she was beautiful compared to me. She had long, perfectly styled hair (to give just the right amount of volume) light blonde hair. Her makeup was just flawless. I looked like a mop next to her. My long, flat, light brown hair was just terrible. My make up never made me look pretty, just better.

I began to talk myself into the, probably false, fact that George was attracted to her. I began to slowly fall in deeper. I began to wonder if he would cheat on me. Would he do that to me? Just leave me in the dark and then lay it all on me.

Should I talk to Paul about this? He would do what's best for me. But what if he promised George he wouldn't tell me anything?

These thoughts sat deep in my brain spreading like an infectious disease. In the next few weeks it eventually led me into a depression.

The media didn't help, with the pictures of them walking together, hugging, and hanging with all the boys.

I felt like I was replaced by a better version of me. The boys all seemed to enjoy her better than me. The way they all laughed, and hung together. Even John seemed to not mind being with her with the others. I never got John to do that.

Oh god Jeannette! Think if George were dating her, John wouldn't mind! Everything that you caused would be solved! Gone!

The phone calls ended and I hadn't heard from any of the boys in ages. they were probably hanging with Pattie.

I sobbed, at the realization I had in which it dawned on me that I don't matter to the boys. I could easily be, and have been, replaced.

John's POV
"Just be careful, the media will change things and how would Jeannette know?" I warned George as he got ready to go hangout with Pattie again.

"She's fine, she knows I wouldn't do that to her, right?" He says looking at himself in the mirror adjusting his scarf.

This bothered me. What George was doing. He kept going out with Pattie, and barely ever had time for Jeanette. I hope she didn't feel abandoned. I should get George to call her when he gets back.

Sadly my feelings for Jeannette are growing the more I'm away from her, watching what George is doing. I haven't told any of the others about these feeling but, I think Paul is beginning to notice, with how I'm worrying about her and such. I feel that I should tell him, so he can help me. I'll do that when George leaves.

Paul's POV
I need to have a talk with George soon. Jeanette is probably worried sick since he hasn't made an effort to call her in a week, and since he is hanging around this model, which I'm sure has been changed by the media, also scaring Jeanette, I can't imagine how she may feel.

I walk past and hear John talking to George about how he needs to be a better boyfriend.  Honestly, I'm pretty sure John is "interested" in Jeannette but I can't say for sure. When George leaves, I've decided to call her. You know, just to make sure she is doing ok.

Jeanette's POV
I begin to stop crying when the phone rings. I slum over to the phone since I've lost all hope it's George. "Hello?" I ask.

"Oh hello Jeannette!" Paul says cheerily. Oh thank gosh!

"Hey Paul! Been a while huh?" I ask again.

"Oh yeah we have been crazy busy!" He says chuckling a bit.

"Touring right?" I ask hinting about Pattie.

"Most of us have been spending a lot of time in the hotel sleeping and writing actually" he says giving me a bit of his famous Paul McCartney sass.

I chuckle at him be fore starting, "So how is George doing? He must be really busy, not calling me and all." I hint to him again.

"Yes he has definitely been busy." he says almost seeming nervous.

"Could I talk to him? Is he there?" I ask hopeful he wasn't with Pattie.

"He is, um, out at the moment." Paul says sheepishly.

"Oh" I sigh. I pause a bit before proceeding with "he-he is with Pattie right?"

"Oh, um, yeah he is" Paul sighs out. I feel my eyes blur with tears. "hey you should come visit us for a few nights! How about you fly out tomorrow, if that works" Paul suggests.

"Yeah, I, I think I will." I stutter blinking back tears aching to flow.

Authors Note:
Hey guys! Really sorry this took so long! Please let me know how you think the story is going so far and don't forget to leave requests for one shots on my other story "Beatles Imagines: One Shots".
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~Daisy