What Is Life? - A George Harrison FanFic

Chapter 15

Everyone was running around to help get the shoot ready. I was given my camera to use and the men all had on their Sargent Pepper attire.

I started to take control and direct them on how to sit against the vibrant yellow backdrop that we had placed. The colors were absolutely popping and they all looked great, especially George.

"Does it look good?" Paul asked as I snapped photo after photo of them.

"You are going to be amazed when these photographs are developed," I exclaimed, growing more and more excited of my role as photographer.

I was getting down on the floor and then back up and then having them stand and sit and having them lean in or laugh together, which they were doing anyways.

"You've quite the little bossy babe," Ringo said to George at one point.

"She likes to take control of things," George said in response, as proud as can be of me being in charge.

This was then followed by John asking if he could borrow me to take control of his own life to which I responded for myself with a resounding "no!"

Laughter erupted and we got the most amazing shots. We then took some photographs of them standing around the drum kit that had the Sgt. Pepper logo on it. There would be some editors that were going to create a look that Paul envisioned using these photos a few days later once they were developed.

It was late in the evening when we finished and George quickly changed into his regular clothes and pulled me into his lap on a couch in the office adjacent to the studio room so we could relax for a few moments.

"They are all going to the Weston Club tonight," he alerted me once we were alone together and could relax, "how are you feeling, Lo?"

"I think we should go," I nodded in approval at him, "there's much to celebrate, this is a huge deal and so exciting."

He kissed me passionately and smiled wider than ever before, I didn't know what the smile was in response to, exactly.

"You're a woman of many talents," he said to me then.

"I think I have 3 talents.... total," I downplayed his praise and started to name how many instruments he was able to play. He stopped me when I was up to number 10.

"I was referring to how quickly you jumped in to help us, you could have refused and we could have found someone."

"That was an option?" I asked him sarcastically, "I wish I would have known."

He then smiled and pulled me down off his lap and onto my back on the couch and laid over me with his arms holding him up, "you're one of a kind, girl."

He kissed me slowly and I reached my arms for his neck.

"What's all this?" Paul walked in and gave us a hard time just to be funny. George just turned his head toward Paul without moving from the position we were in and told him to give us a minute, as if he was going to ravage me right then and there with his band mates in the next room.

Paul swung the door closed and we were sure he was then standing there so no one else could barge in and interrupt us.

"We're not doing this here," I was laughing uncontrollably, knowing that George had only been joking. It felt good to have this version of George in my life. These past 24 hours have been a complete new course to take in our marriage, we were as happy today as we were on our honeymoon, neither of us feeling lonely.

We got up and opened the door less than a minute later and Paul stood there laughing, "George, why so quick, that's not how you please a woman!"

With that we walked away and we were off to enjoy a night out in celebration of the Beatles accomplishments.

Luckily they knew the staff at the club and the bouncers were able to filter who was allowed in for the night. Other models were there, musicians, and no crazy screaming fans that would cause the night to be miserable.

I noticed George wasn't drinking, as we sat there and chatted with some of his musician friends. He kept taking drag after drag of his cigarettes which I just dealt with, for him.

"Your wife is absolutely Beautiful," his musician friends would say about me as if I had no brain to take in the compliment for myself to which George would respond "that's an understatement."

I finally pulled him up to follow me to bar so I could ask him what was going on.

Ringo was standing there with us. 

"I've been drinking a lot," he then admitted, "...all hours of the day while working. I don't want that tonight. I just don't want to alter my state in any way. It's hard to not take a drink but I'm doing it to be present here with you," he said gently. He then took my hair and pushed it out of my face before kissing me on the forehead.