What Is Life? - A George Harrison FanFic

Chapter 2

I asked Darry what was said in his short meeting with Brian and all he told me was that I was what they were looking for and that  this could add to my exposure, so he wasn't going to pass it up. Oh how quickly he caved. He said that I would transform their look. It suddenly felt like a lot of pressure.

However, he also sat me down and told me I'd have to make the decision on my one because he's going to have to be back and forth to New York over the next month.

Of course I was up for this once in a lifetime task.

Jenna was ecstatic, as Darry's personal assistant she joined in on the meeting that we had at Brian's London office the following day. She met them and held her composure like a champion.

"Jenna," she shook each one of their hands, introducing herself, "I cannot believe I'm in your presence."

This added an odd contrast to the day before. They needed no introduction with her.

We discussed ideas and they said for their next record they wanted to add color and that I would need to come up with my own idea by the end of the month. Right in line with my fashion debut.

Then I got an idea.

I could negotiate for them to perform at the gala that will be taking place here in London the night the billboards come out. It would be an opportunity for them as well as for me.

They quickly agreed. It seemed like they liked having me around, and for that I was grateful. I would need to befriend them since Darry and Jenna had to leave back and forth every week. I didn't want to be totally alone here with them gone.


A couple days later after my colleagues left, I went around shopping for fabrics to keep me busy. I walked back down a couple blocks to the  Beatles office but the bags were getting heavy. I started dropping one of the bags as I walked up the few steps into the building.

"Let me get the door for you," George came from out of no where to help. We stood in the doorway and he took the bags.

"It's George, right?" I asked sarcastically.

"The fact that you're asking me my name does excite me a little," he admitted.

I laughed and then looked into his eyes. I felt a weird spark and quickly averted my gaze wondering if he felt that way too.

"You know," I said to him after a moment of silence, "everyone is wondering why I'm not head over heels in love with all 4 of you and plain and simply, I am an American and I have bigger things to worry about. Like looking the right way before I cross the street."

Again he smiled and said nothing. He looked like he had something on his mind but didn't know how to get it out.

Finally he said, "I can't believe you agreed to help us."

The truth was that this was a crazy experience already. I came out here for me and I now find myself wrapped up in the lives of these pop-rock stars. I haven't even called to tell my family. I just see this as work and something to help me reach my own dreams.

I snapped back to reality just as I saw John and Paul walking up toward us in the distance.

"Look," I said to George quickly, "you seem like you are the logical one around here, do you think we could sit down sometime and you can fill me in on everything I don't know about the Beatles."

He looked at me and then in came his friends, leaving him to walk out the door without a response.

"Lauren come, we are here to show you your new office," John said happily.

He began ushering me out from the doorway and toward a hallway. From this hallway I could see out the window where George now stood by his car smoking a cigarette. He looked troubled and I saw him staring at the sky.

I shook him out of my thoughts and thanked John and Paul for showing me my office. Once inside I asked where Ringo was.

"Fancy Ringo, do ya?" Paul smirked, "too bad he's taken."

"And his girl would have your head on a silver platter if you try anything," John joked.

"I'm not interested in any of you, sorry to disappoint," I said matter of factly.

They took it as a challenge, I was sure. But the truth was that I didn't know if they had girlfriends, or wives for that matter. But it didn't matter because this was strictly a business relationship.

They went over a few more things and Paul showed me a design he liked and wrote down their favorite colors and then they were gone.

I walked into the hallway once more and looked out the window. All 3 men were standing there chatting and I could see George laughing with them, something I wasn't used to seeing in the very short time I've known him.

Suddenly I felt his gaze meet mine and then he looked away once more.

Then moments later they were gone and I felt more alone than ever. I worked a little and then walked back to the hotel and took out my camera. I began snapping photos, it was something I enjoyed doing with what little free time I usually had.

I was supposed to be on a plane back to the States with Darry and Jenna for a few days and now I'm here alone.

...

In a blink, 5 days passed and I saw no sign of the Beatles. Darry was also due to return and to bring some normalcy back to my life but his return trip was postponed due to another client needing him. We decided he wait another week and then he and Jenna will fly back for the duration of the project thereafter.

I walked slowly to the studio, upset that I was alone and that I haven't seen any of the Beatles in 5 days.

How was I supposed to be working for them and not be around them. I needed to see what they were like. Aside from the sarcastic and moody individuals that they seemed to be at times.

"They are on vacation." Brian finally told me, "they had it booked for months, George didn't want to go and they forced him. They are due back this afternoon."

That made sense. I finally realized why they hadn't been around. Suddenly I grew jealous. I shouldn't be stuck here working for them instead of working on myself and reaching my own goals. This was holding me down and it felt like a major roadblock all of a sudden.

I ended up finishing a look for the group for their new untitled album and they wanted color, so I delivered. I was beyond tired from my handiwork and decided to walk out and take a well deserved break away from this place. I wanted to do something fun in this city for a change. 

I then realized that I did not know anyone, and grew slightly frustrated. But then as I walked out the front door of the office,I saw a familiar car pull up.

It was like fate.