𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 - 𝐇𝐨𝐰 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐) || 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

Chapter 4: Caves

January 1970

"Okay, I'll take my hands off now" George conveniently let out in a whisper with seductive deep voice in Rebecca's ear.

If it weren't for the situation, she would have been completely at his mercy almost kneeling. But the context wasn't right at the time, now there was only surprise on her face as well as oddly eyes as she examined what was in front of her, while the guitarist removed his hands.

An unbearably chill-bone burst hit them dryly in the face. Even after several years, the weather was the only issue that kept Rebecca without getting used to. Although that wasn't the important thing, 'cos in front of them what was supposed to be green was covered with a heavy white layer of snow. And there it was the house or Rebecca should say mansion, emerging proudly for them up to the hill.

It had such a peculiar victorian neo-gothic and eccentric style, somewhat grotesque and heavily ornate, made of red brick, with tracery and gargoyles decorating all over. It honestly looked like a witch's house, like the one there in La Roma in Mexico City. Or just a madhouse.

"What do ya think?" He murmured again against Becca's hair, warming her cheek a bit as he spoke and even though she wasn't seeing him, she knew her husband had a wide and beautiful simper etched on his face.

"It's..." Becca tried to put an adjective to the building but couldn't describe or find any. "Very high?"

George Harrison began to laugh, steam drawing from his mouth due to the freezing cold. He was wearing a deep blue knitted hat and a greyish-green trench coat. His long hair tied back in a low ponytail, a rather scruffy style for others, but adorable for Rebecca, whom also had layers and layers of clothing on her. Thereupon he continued to gently push Becca inside to show the interior.

Which were all rotten. That couldn't be considered something liveable by anyone sane; there was grass and moss growing inside the rooms, the floor was horribly torn to pieces, many things were falling apart and there were countless cherubs without penises giving it a somewhat gloomy appearance.

"Like the house in Crimson Peak movie" those were Becca's first impressions.

George had been insisting on moving somewhere else lately, his main reason: Esher's bungalow was so public. And although they'd been looking for a new home for a year or so, none of them felt right. But from his tone full of enthusiasm - as every time he found a new passion, it could be said this place just amazed him helplessly.

Rebecca had to say in her defence she never happened to be more than the occasional fan of The Beatles, in that way many things, like this, the girl had no idea what it was or how it was going to progress. Or how to deal with it.

"I was planning..." George started again looking around the place with bright eyes, while Rebecca walked across inspecting it, once in a while reading the inscriptions around the place - some in Latin, some in Old English. "Buy this place, now we've enough money and... Well, you can work in the restauration."

Rebecca turned to look at him in amazement. "Oh, darling. Many husbands give their wives jewellery as anniversary gift, but you give me endless work... It's great! How nice of you!"

"What can I say? I'm a romantic," he laughed "If you fancy, I can pay you" both exchanged a look, he with a cheeky smirk and she rolling her eyes.

"Only payments in kind," the woman winked and joked sarcastically, then her brown eyes roamed the place as she sighed. "George, this place is falling apart. It'll take years to rebuild this." Rebecca warned looking at the abandoned ceiling and faded dirty walls.