If You Believe (George Harrison/Beatles FanFic)

Chapter 32

A/N -- Happy Whatever Day It Is, dear Beatlemaniacs! I was able to finish an update in my quest to avoid spring cleaning. Things are heating up between Jeremy and Eve and George has fallen back into his "I'll explain later" answer to a difficult situation. Thank you as always for reading and for your wonderful support by voting and commenting. It is very much appreciated. Enjoy. Love, Lara xo

Jeremy's expressive hazel eyes widened. "No. Why would you ask that?"

"Is she a patient, then?"

"No. She's a friend."

"So you are of the opinion that men and women can be just friends?"

"Of course. Why not? Because of sex?"

"Yes! And jealousy if the woman has a boyfriend or husband."

"Are you trying to tell me something?" he asked, turning his head so she could trace his profile with her eyes.

"No. Just asking."

"You should be a psychologist...."

"Then I'd have to be professional about it. I just enjoy picking people's brains. See what makes them tick," Eve said easily, then changed the subject again. "Are you seeing anyone? Dating, I mean?"

"No. You?"

"No. But I'm getting real comfortable going to a restaurant by myself or going to the movies by myself."

"Hm. That's good. It's good to like your own company."

"Yeah, I like my own company. But I'd like to have your company. Before I go back to California, would you consider meeting for dinner somewhere?"

He was silent for a moment, searching her face for what, she didn't know. But she asked and her words hung in the air for 10 seconds. Just when she began a ferocious flop sweat, his voice made music to her ears.

"Yes. I'd enjoy that," he answered, his eyes glistening.

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By midnight, people were still hanging on. The musicians in the group played together several times and Annie wasn't sure if the audience or the performers enjoyed it more. She knew George would be in 7th heaven...he sincerely loved being part of something bigger than he was by himself. He felt forced into solo work because of his 3rd rate treatment by John and Paul, but found his way. Now he was ready to move on, to become a part of something else.

"If McCartney had come," Eric noticed. "We'd have a Beatles' reunion."

"Not on your fucking life," George shot back. "I'm Beatle-ed out."

"Easy, mate. I was joking," Eric clarified. "What's the bug up your ass? You've been an uptight asshole all night. You and Annie okay?"

"Yeah. I'm just prickly, that's all," he admitted. "And if Annie asks me 'what's wrong' again, I'll go mad."

"So what's wrong? Bluebird piss on your parade?"

"Fuck you. I've got bigger problems than that."

"Like what? I'm only asking because I'm drunk. I truly don't give a shit."

"Thanks, mate," George gave a sappy grin and with another beer in hand, they went back out into the cold to stand with the crowd that had formed on the back patio.

The hard core partiers were still on the go at 2am. Annie, Eve and Sam all gave it up and went to bed, but not before Eve gave Annie the good news.

"We're meeting for dinner," Eve grinned from ear to ear. "I hope I can keep my fucking hands off him. Could be embarrassing."