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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

TUESDAY, JANUARY 5, 1960

George pressed a few pills against his tongue, gulping down a bit of water. Behind him, someone entered the room. He had a feeling he already knew who was behind him, but he turned anyway, and was indeed met with the face of his mother. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest and she glared at her son, blind rage in her eyes.

"Where have you been?" Louise asked incredulously. "I've been worried sick all night, George. All night, I've been in and out of bed to see if you'd made it home...and I'm only finding you now? At five-thirty in the bloody morning? What kind of nonsense is this?" George's mother shouted every accusation that came to mind all in one breath, and quite frankly, George was impressed.

"Sorry, Ma," George mumbled. "I just decided to stay with John."

Louise shook her head. "You couldn't have just given me a bit of a heads-up or something? A ring on the phone would have been nice, don't you think?" Louise folded her hands into fists and put them on her waist. "George, honey, you nearly gave me a heart attack." Her facial features slackened and she moved forward, wrapping her arms around her son. "I was so worried," she said.

George felt utterly awful hearing his mother like this. He hated the thought of her being up at ungodly hours the previous night, all because she was worried about him. Was he really worth the bloody worry?

He couldn't forget the look in Paul's eyes as Paul looked upon him in Alexandria's living room so early in the morning, and he couldn't stop thinking about what Alexandria had said to him. He'd told her to tell Paul about the kiss. He couldn't imagine what Paul was going to do to him whenever he found out. He didn't want to imagine it.

"I'm sorry, Mum," George said before pulling away from his mother. He gave a quick, nervous glance at the front door, then looked back at her. Her eyes were still filled to the brim with worry, and she looked exhausted. "You should go back to bed. You look tired. I'm sorry for keeping you up, but I've got to get ready for school now."

Louise leaned up and gave her son a kiss on the cheek. "Stop all this growin' up, George Harrison. I almost can't reach up there anymore." She gave him a silly grin and George smiled back. Then, her face turned serious again. "And next time you fancy a sleepover with John, be sure to tell me first, all right? So I don't have to sit up all night, worrying."

George nodded and Louise turned around, leaving the kitchen and going toward the stairs. George cradled his pounding head in his hands. He regretted going out with John last night. He regretted getting drunk. Hell, why hadn't he just said no?

Suddenly, the front door flung open and George raced over to see who in the world had just walked in. To his surprise, it was Paul, and he was fuming.