What Is Life? - A George Harrison FanFic

Chapter 12

Today is the day.

The ceremony would be super small, and we decided in order to do that we couldn't have the whole Beatles group there for it. Well that's what George decided. I wanted Cynthia to be there but Paul was George's best man and only he was going to be there. I settled for just Jenna by my side.

Jenna practically made me sleep separate than George last night so that we would not see each other today before the wedding. Nothing about our relationship has been conventional so I found it unnecessary to follow these rules.

I wanted to see and be with George all the time and not wait until my last name would be changed to his.

"You look beautiful," both George's mom and my mom both said in unison as they sat with me and Jenna before we were set to get into a limo to the church.

"I just want to see George," I told them all and felt my stomach churning. I quickly promised myself that I wouldn't cry nor throw up in front of George who has already seen enough of that from me in our short time together.

"It won't be long now," Jenna said happily, she truly was our biggest cheerleader in this.

Once he knew his little girl wasn't coming back home; but instead marrying a rock star and living in England, my dad ended up scolding me about staying away from this new rock star life style. I listened wholeheartedly because I knew George was going to do what he needed for his band and his own career and I knew I didn't want to get caught up in drugs and alcohol or ruin what I had going for me.

George wasn't into partying now other than the occasional night at the club with the guys when they were recording late but who knew what might happen in the future, now that we'd be bonded for life. I knew there would be trials and tribulations to come, it was inevitable. 

It was at the church that I felt completely happy and not nervous at all. We had allowed some press there and scheduled a small interview once we were married so that this wouldn't be something super scandalous, but open to his fans.

When I walked into the small room where George was standing there with Paul waiting for me, I smiled wider than I ever had before and he had a tear or two in his eyes. Finally I got to see him be an emotional wreck for a change. I reached him and he grabbed my hands.

"You are more beautiful today than I ever thought imaginable," he whispered quickly and wiped his eyes. I winked at him and took a deep breath before turning to pay attention to the small ceremony beginning.

We went through the ceremony and officially were married before both a priest and a judge. Half was to appease both our sets of parents and the other just to make it official in the eyes of the government so I'd never be ripped away from George.

Immediately after becoming Mrs George Harrison, we were ushered to a small press table where we then were asked questions in a type of "tell all" interview.

We had decided on some answers to the questions we'd be asked ahead of time to write our own narrative. We decided to say we met in America while the Beatles were in New York on the last leg of their tour a few months ago. That we reconnected here in London when I came here for work and that's when we got engaged. It sounded better this way.

"The entire world wants to know when did you two meet?" The first reporter asked.

"In America, actually," George answered and grew sarcastic, "It was a fine Summer day and all the stars aligned."

"How did you know George was the one?" The next reporter directed his question toward me.

"Well," I said and decided to be honest, "I've never met anyone more supportive of my dreams and who understands who I am as a person."

"How did you hide the relationship?" The questions kept coming and George was a good sport about it, but still acted as though he wanted to protect me at all costs.

"You don't realize," George spoke softly to the reporters, "life as a Beatle is great. I live to make music with my mates, and play for the amazing fans that we have, but I also live to be the best man I could be for my now wife. John has been married for a few years now and I've learned a lot from seeing them two together, Cynthia and he."

The questions went on and on and we answered them the best we could, but could not wait to get to the reception Jenna planned back at our home for the evening. All of our friends and family were there. This included the other Beatle members and their ladies, a few other musician friends George has, as well as a few of my new model acquaintances that I have made while in London. Also, Brian Epstein and the Beatles record producer George Martin who invited a lot of their own people to the party as well. It quickly grew huge and we felt happy celebrating with all the people in our lives. 

It was not until around 3 am that the last of the guests departed. George and I wanted to be alone on our wedding night and our parents and Jenna decided to stay in the guest house on the property which had plenty of room for them. 

"Finally," he held me tight in our bedroom. I had quickly changed into a sexy nightgown for him and he was feeling every inch of it on my body.

"I agree," I kissed him softly and he matched it with soft kisses down my neck. 

"I cannot believe we are married," he said, "I don't know what I did right in a past life to be here deserving of you here today."

"It was fate that brought us together," I said "Two lost souls in need of finding another to become one strong bond."

"That was quite philosophical," he said pulling me down on top of him as we lay in bed and then giving me a mocking look, "have you been doing some soul searching?"

"I have been thinking a lot about why things happen when they do, but I know this was something I needed. I love you George and I will make you happy for the rest of our lives, that I promise you."

"I don't doubt that for one second," he rolled over on top of me as we began to make love and we ended the night completely and wholly as one. 

....

Sunday morning we parted ways with my parents as they were off to the airport back to America and George and I were off to the Scottish highlands where we would be staying on the beautiful countryside alone and away from the press or anyone really. We wanted all the alone time we could get. Just George and his guitar and me and my camera to document our honeymoon. 

Jenna would be staying at our home taking care of our affairs and keeping our messages for when we would return. She also had the job of taking care of the wedding gift George had just given me yesterday morning after the wedding, a kitten to keep us company at our enormous home. 

We arrived in our countryside villa and since it was a little cold we opted to start a fire and get cozy under some blankets for a bit after our long morning of travel.

"You know," he said to me, "we are going to be very busy when we get back from this trip but sometimes spending time like this is all I really want in life. When I'm working it has felt business and I'm always wondering what I am doing it for."

"I know you felt that way when I met you," I said with my feet in his lap, "but you love the guitar and you are one of the best in the world."

"I know that, and it's all I know really that's why I can't do anything else. That is why I must continue to be a Beatle but since we finished our last tour and we all felt burnt out it hasn't been the same for us."

"Until you met me," I winked at him and he started rubbing my feet and it felt really nice.

"The day we met you was like a breath of fresh air for me," he closed his eyes thinking about it, "you are like the Sun... like water to me. I need you always, my sweet Lo."

My heart fluttered a bit and I stared at my husband.

"I still am in awe at the man that you are," I said, "so wise beyond your years. We are only 23 and 22 years old and we jumped into this so quick, both ready to take all the right steps."

"If you know you know," he said matter of factly.

"I think as soon as we can we will visit New York," I said making him promise me and he whole heartedly agreed that we should. When there was time off and I was ready to fly home, he would take me. He had friends in America that he would love to visit again and I wanted to show him where I grew up and what made me become the woman I am today.

"I also want to start to meditate," he said suddenly, afraid that maybe I wouldn't approve. It was something I was vaguely familiar with and I was all for it if George was going to need it as an outlet for his stress relief.

"I think you should try it," I said to him, "you'll need something to keep you grounded while recording the new Album."

The rest of our first evening here in Scotland we made love by the fire, George serenaded me with new music he was working on, and we cooked a meal together and made out all around the kitchen. We quickly believed that we would never leave this little cottage.

We wanted nothing else other than to be with each other and to be intimate every second that we could until we had no other choice, other than to return home and face reality. However, after a few days happily in each other's presence, uninterrupted, finally the press caught up to us and found us even here on our honeymoon together.

We had to call Brian who sent the Beatles' road manager Mal Evans to the rescue to come and get us so we could get out and be safely escorted back home a few days early.