What Is Life? - A George Harrison FanFic

Chapter 3

It was George.

I decided to ignore him and I began to walk down the street in the opposite direction.

"Hey wait up," he called out, walking toward me at a faster pace than I, "do you need a lift somewhere?"

He was now in front of me and I stopped.

"I can't do this job," I said to him, "it just doesn't feel right."

"Please can we talk about this inside or drive somewhere?" He asked, "If we stay like this in the middle of the road we have about 2 minutes before a swarm of people are out here begging for an autograph or just screaming their bloody heads off." He looked agitated at the thought.

I nodded and he led me to his car, where he sat happily and waited for me to talk.

"I heard you were on vacation? Anywhere nice?" I asked him.

"I didn't go." He said cheekily, "but the lads will be back soon with sunburns and tans from their trip to the Mediterranean,"

"Where were you all week, then?" I asked him.

"I was supposed to go, but my mind was preoccupied," he wiped some hair out of his face, "I took some time to visit my parents and work on my new house I bought recently."

"Why didn't you guys tell me the other day about being gone, I have been alone." I told him with tears forming in my eyes, "I just think it was a mistake to accept an offer to help, knowing I'd be here alone once Darry and Jenna left without me."

"What is the story with Darry?" He asked.

"Darrell Davis," I said "started as my agent when I was modeling about 3 years ago and quickly I shot to fame in New York and he's been with me ever since, he's now my manager, helping me to become the next it model and designer."

"So you two aren't an item then?" He asked me. He almost grew excited for a moment but quickly composed himself.

"Nothing should have ever gave you that impression," I shook my head, "that never would be a thought ever, strictly business. I owe him a lot for helping me get to this point, I'm officially a model because of him."

"Well you are beautiful and made 4 guys fall for you," he said.

"All four?" I asked him, knowing it was a joke.

"Wellll," he began and we both started to laugh.

"Do you have plans tonight?" He then asked, "I can take you to dinner and finally tell you about us, like you had asked."

"That sounds wonderful." I said even though I didn't know what his intentions were with dinner, "this can be you making it up to me since I am still frustrated about being alone all week."

He looked like there was something he wanted to say but he didn't say it.

"Is there something on your mind?" I grabbed his hand.

He smirked at the fact that I did that. I guess I was maybe out of line to think I could console him. We barely knew each other. He didn't pull his hand away but he looked out the front toward the road before him for a moment.

"I will get into it at dinner, where would you like me to take you right now?" He asked taking back his hand to put the car in drive, "do you need to change at all or do you want to go to dinner a little early?"

"I suppose I could freshen up, I have been working hard all day finishing up your costumes for the album."

"Oh have you now," his eyes widened "see you have an amazing work ethic and if you had been distracted by any of us and our shenanigans this week you wouldn't have been able to focus." He said.

Maybe he was right.

I ended up having him drive me to my hotel on the other side of town. It was three in the afternoon and he promised to be back at Six to pick me up for dinner. That was three hours to kill, so I decided to take a bath to soak and relax for a good amount of time before then washing and doing my hair and makeup.

Once I was ready and in my robe I had an hour and a half still before George would return to pick me up. I was wondering if he thought of this as a date but then quickly remembered we were in business together and that that wouldn't be the case.

It wasn't that I wanted it to be a date but I didn't know if I should dress for a date or for a business meeting. I decided to go in between and quickly threw together a more conservative dress to wear that wasn't intended to make him attracted to me.

Then I thought about George. Of all the Beatles he was showing me the most compassion. I noticed how thoughtful he was and it almost seemed like he was plagued by something in his mind. He was very young, I knew he was around my age but he still carried himself with a maturity that seems to have aged him.

To me each of the Beatles seem to have an attraction to them. I knew Ringo was taken and rightfully so, he seemed to be older and mature and have the ability to relax the group.

Then there were the best buds: John and Paul. Paul was the cute one and you can tell he knows it and expects to be treated like it while John was the sarcastic, witty one who never runs out of words to say.

George on the other hand, to me, was very attractive. He has a mystery about him and even though it's been a little over a week since so first met him, he has made me feel completely comfortable in his presence. I could tell he needed to open up to me and I would make sure tonight over dinner that he could do so.


Six o'clock came quicker than I thought and I had to hurry to not be late. I ended up going down to greet him hoping he wouldn't be too upset that I was fashionably late by 15 minutes.

When I got to the front of the hotel I saw him parked in the no parking zone wearing a nice suit and a hat and sunglasses as a disguise of sorts. He looked amazing and I was wondering if I should have worn something fancier.

"Sorry I'm late," I said walking up to him.

"You gave me time to relax my nerves," he said opening up the car door for me to get inside, "you look absolutely beautiful."

My mind raced and I got a thank you out as he walked around to his side. He was definitely treating this like a date and he was being such a gentleman. I just don't know how I gave him that impression earlier today. We never discussed dinner meaning I was on a date with George the Beatle.

He took me to a secluded restaurant in south London. It looked as though he booked the entire venue for this evening.

"Rather empty?" I asked him with a puzzled look.

"You truly still don't understand what my life is like, do you?" He laughed a bit before getting serious again.

"It's that bad?" I asked "you can't go into public without a disguise?"

"Not usually, no." He replied "it's gotten better since we have been back from America, some of the brits forgot about us. But we have so many fans that catch a glimpse of us and just go mad. It was fun at first but now I have to do stuff like this to be able to have a moment to ourselves."

"There's never crowds of people at the office, looking to catch a glimpse of you," I pointed out.

"It's because they haven't discovered it yet, no one working there has tipped them off...yet," he smirked at me.

"I would never," I said as he grabbed my hand and led me up some stairs to a private balcony. He pulled my chair out and pushed it in once I sat down. Right after, a server promptly came out and poured us a glass of wine and gave us some menus to look over before disappearing.

"Is this a date?" I blurted out after I had seen so many signs pointing to it.

He smiled, "we hardly know each other."

"People go on dates with people they haven't met before, this wouldn't be any different," I pointed out.

"What were you hoping this would be?" He asked me and in that moment I knew the answer but the truth was I still didn't know him.

I couldn't possibly want to date him. Unless his intentions were something completely different at the end of the night, but he wasn't like that so there was no way he was trying to just get me back to his place or something.

I shook the thoughts from my head as he drank some wine.

"To be completely honest, if you would have been clear about taking me on a date I would have worn something way more scandalous, this dress I'm wearing now is not my dating dress."

He looked a little intrigued by that comment and looked at me up and down once more.

"Well apart from you looking beautiful wearing literally anything, I do apologize for not being clear. I didn't want to scare you by asking you on a date and I figured dinner is just dinner but I might as well be a gentleman about it."

I relaxed a little. He was a gentleman, I could see that.

We spent dinner with George giving me a rundown of his life up until now. He explained how they got their start in the north of England and how he lived in another country as a band for a period of time before hitting it big. He was only 17 when they were playing shows in Hamburg and is the youngest in the group.

He gave me a rundown on all the guys and their lives as well and I felt that I understood them much better. He told me that John was married and had a son. I would have never known by the way he was almost flirting with me each time I saw him. Similarly Paul was dating a model and actress and Ringo had a girlfriend, like the others had already told me.

"And what about you?" I asked him taking another drink of wine. I had noticed that he had stopped drinking halfway through dinner as not to get too wasted. I appreciated that but something with my nerves made me keep reaching for my glass.

"I've had some flings the last few years and you don't even know what touring is like," he shook his head at the memories, "girls throwing themselves at you and sneaking into hotel rooms, most of the other guys got off on it but it never sat well with me."

"So you never..." I began asking and he knew my question.

"Oh I have, plenty of times," he laughed, "I'm not proud of it but that's why I wasn't bothered to go on holiday with the other lads. Their wives and girlfriends were with and I didn't want to be that guy who's out there and set up with a random girl and just being with her just to be with her and then never seeing her again."

I understood and it made me feel good that he did want to be bothered to have dinner with me tonight.

"I still wish you would have told me and I could have accompanied you, so you didn't have to be alone there," I said grabbing his hand.

"That wasn't how I wanted to spend time with you," he said continuing to hold on to my hand.

"I thought about it a few times," he continued, "as they practically forced me to the airport, but I then decided that I wasn't going to scare you by asking you, besides you had Darry and Jenna here and work to get done at the office."

"I guess you all left on the same day," I said finishing off my glass of wine. I started to feel a little dizzy but composed myself. I still think he could tell I was drunk but ignored it at the moment. He will soon find out that I am perfectly composed when I'm drunk.

"I truly am sorry," he gave me a kind smile, "like I said, I didn't want to scare you and I was a few hours away visiting with family and then getting the finishing touches on my home done, I bought it only a month ago and it's been a big project, it isn't a small home."

"And you live all alone there, that must get lonely." I said to him.

"It's starting to feel like a home," he said thinking about it "but yeah I hope someday I won't be alone."

I nodded, he was definitely charming.

I needed to go to the bathroom but things started to get dizzy and when I excused myself I stumbled and he jumped up to catch me. He walked me to the bathroom and made me promise I could safely get inside to take care of business. I was able to compose myself thereafter; so I sobered up a little and got myself back out in one piece.

He stood there waiting for me right outside and took me by the arm. When we got out to his car he got me inside and just looked at me. I couldn't tell if it was disappointment on his face or just concern. He definitely didn't find this funny.

I had no clue what he was thinking.