𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 - 𝐇𝐨𝐰 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐) || 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

Chapter 7: Window

Tw: Smut and explicit adult situations.
Please read this under your own risk.
(I highly recommend listen Wonderwall Soundtrack while reading, especially Love Scene track)

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1969

The sun had already set on the horizon and the winter sky turned in a lovely dark purple hue when Becca returned home.

There, as she pulled into the driveway thanks to the headlights she was able to glimpse a mysterious car parked in front of her house. An orange Mini Cooper next to George's white Mercedes. While Rebecca smoothly parked her own vehicle, she tried to remember who that car was or where she remembered it from.

Although somewhat astonished, it wasn't unusual for them to receive visitors despite being late and mid week. Like Brian Jones shouting in the garden to them to let him in.

If she had learned something during those years, it was that musicians and their inner circle had a totally different schedule from normal people. So, she just turned the engine off, putting on her grey ushanka and her wedding's fluffy coat, item that she used regularly, just like George his, especially those winter days.

It'd been a hard day meeting clients, showing all the sketches from their costume furniture and Becca was way too exhausted. But still wanted to surprise her husband with a sort of special dinner for them; because she knew those days at Twickenham Studios had him more than stressed, fed up.

But as soon as she entered the house the scene which greeted stopped in her tracks, breaking a bit her heart. Recalling Bart Simpson words:

"Watch this, Lis. You can actually pinpoint the second when his heart rips in half"

A female figure was stuck to George Harrison's neck almost sitting on his lap, hands touring his tights exasperating and he resting his on her bare knee. The moment he heard noise from the door and his wife arriving, the moment he immediately got up, shaken at being caught.

Shit the timing.

"Baby, you're 'ere!" he said nervously with flushed cheeks and his shirt somewhat rumpled and wrinkled as he studied Becca stare at him and then at his companion. A look he couldn't decipher.

In that very moment the cat and Millie ran towards welcoming her happily.

"Eh... yeah," replied his wife, looking at him coldly. "Hiya, Pattie" Rebecca greeted kindly as she pet the dog and took Korky in her arms.

"Hi" the blonde replied with a cheeky smile hiding behind him.

"Pattie came 'cause..." George started tripping over the words trying to explain.

"Okay," Becca interrupted, shaking her head as if she didn't want to hear that. And she really didn't want to. "I'll give you some space. I'll be in the studio." Her tone emotionless and neutral. Which made George even more anxious.

The musician only put his gaze on her as she left the stuff on the table and walked away taking off her winter clothes to lose herself inside the studio along with their dog following closely.

It seemed that Rebecca had left her body and was living the things from outside, as in the third person. She didn't know if it was anger, disappointment, frustration or what the hell was running through her veins, but once alone she began to walk from side to side trying to control her nervous breathing.

What the fuck was her husband's ex-girlfriend doing there in her... their house?

She didn't intend to exaggerate the situation; she wasn't a jealous woman at all. But she'd been taken by surprise. They were probably just talking, catching up. Right?