❝𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮...❞
[𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 "𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄"] 1965. Alexandria Brown and George Harrison have been together for five years n...
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WEDNESDAY, MARCH 10, 1965
Alexandria wasn't even thinking about the fact that she was on a plane. Her head rested against George's shoulder as she tried to keep it together in front of the rest of the band. George held onto her hand, rubbing rhythmic circles on her knuckles. The rest of the band chatted merrily and hadn't yet noticed how quiet he was because Brian was talking to them about what the plan was for when they got back in London.
George had gotten the chewing out of his bloody life this morning. Brian had shouted at him for a solid half-hour about him walking out the day before. Now, he was reeling in his own self-pity while he was worrying over Alexandria's seemingly-worsening condition.
He barely listened as Brian spoke. He just stared out the window. There was a crowd gathered outside. Once word got out that the boys were heading out today, a few curious people had gathered to see them off, and there was undoubtedly going to be a crowd gathered whenever they arrived back in London. Londoners were always good about welcoming the boys home or sending them off.
"You gonna get me another of those scotch and Cokes?" Alexandria asked when Brian finally stopped talking.
"'Course, I will," George responded. "Think I may need one too after my talk with Brian this morning."
"Can't believe you ruddy stormed out, George," Alexandria replied. "That's bloody rude, you know."
George shrugged. "Wasn't thinkin' straight. Was worried about you, you know."
"That's no excuse. This is your job. You can't just abandon it whenever you feel it fit."
"Don't tell me what to do, ye twit," George mumbled, his face turning red.
"How would you make it through life living if I didn't tell you what to do?" Alexandria retorted. "Get me my scotch and Coke before I fall asleep, would you?"
"Already ordered some for the two of you!" Paul cut into the conversation.
Alexandria and George both turned around to face him. "You did?" George asked.
Paul nodded. "You guys were just yappin' away, so I took matters into my own hands." He shrugged.
"Thanks, Paulie," Alexandria joked, smiling slightly. Paul could see something in her eyes, and he took note of the way that George kept looking over at her with concern in his eyes. Something was wrong with her, and that concerned him.
"Don't call me that," Paul muttered, crossing his arms.
"Your face is gonna be all wrinkly if you keep scowling like that, Paul," John butted in. "Don't wanna ruin that perfectly smooth skin of yours, do you?"
