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Chapter Four - Runaway Bride

I never liked to think or talk about how John cheated. It broke my heart into a million pieces every time I did. It made me feel unloved, not worthy and sick to my stomach at the fact John would even dare kiss another woman like he kissed me. He shared the kisses of passion with women he wouldn't be able to tell me their first names for the life of him.

I wanted to clear my mind and get away from John for a while. Just till tomorrow, at least. I decided to drive over to George's house and see if I could stay over the night.

I got to the door and knocked quietly on the door, so that if he were awake he'd hear me but if he were sleeping he wouldn't and I wouldn't be a burden waking him up. Thankfully, George answered. He was in nothing but a robe and his hair was dripping wet. I made the connection that he had just finished a shower.
"Y/N, hello!" He beamed, a blush spreading acthis face from the way he answered the door.
"Sorry for dropping by, but I got into an argument with John and I kinda just want to be away from him for a bit, you know?"
"Yeah, of course! Stay the night." George said, understandably. He moved out of the way so I could enter. "What did you two argue about?"
"I don't want to talk about it, if that's okay. I'm sorry, really." I told him, lowly.
"It's okay. I'm here for you." He said, as he softly wrapped his arms around me. I started to cry again, and he started rubbing my back up and down comfortingly. Shhh he whispered. "You don't have to talk about it. Don't worry. I'm always here if you change your mind, though." I sobbed into his chest, burying my face.

I was really grateful for George when I went through stuff like this. He was always so supportive and comforting to me. He was a very good listener if I needed him to be and a good shoulder to cry on if I needed that.

George and I broke apart as I started to calm down and just looked each other in the eyes. I felt myself leaning in, and I saw him too. Our lips touched softly and passionately as we felt the moment among us. I quickly realized what was going on and snapped back to reality as I jerked back from his lips.
"George, I'm sorry. This is exactly what I was arguing to John about. Cheating. He cheated on me several times and I never liked to think or talk about it. But here I am, kissing you and I'm doing exactly what I told John not to do. I'm a hypocrite. John should be allowed to kiss whoever he wants now! I'm really sorry, George. I should probably leave." I say, walking back to the door.
"Y/N, wait!" George pleaded, placing his hand on my shoulder, making me turn around to face him again. "If it helps, I really liked it, and that I won't tell John. This can be our secret."
"You don't understand, George! I cheated on him! Do you know how wrong that is?" I yelled.
"Yes, but he cheated on you too! Multiple times and a lot worse than what just happened between us."
"Whether you did it once or a million times, it's still wrong."
"But wouldn't you rather protect your relationship or make it truly crumble?" George suggested. I thought about it for a moment and realized he was right. I couldn't let my already bruised relationship with my husband become broken over one kiss I had with George compared to God knows how many one night stands with random women.
"Yeah, but I should probably leave anyway. I'm sorry." I told him as I began to open the door. This time he didn't bother to stop me and watched me walk out of his house.

Later, as I was driving, I stopped at Paul's house in hopes that it wouldn't go as horribly as it did with George. I rang the doorbell, seeing lights on in his house meaning he was awake. He answered the door right away, with a surprised look on his face.
"Y/N! What are you doing here? Come in!" He said, quickly as he stepped out of the way to let me in.
"John and I had a fight and I was wondering if I could stay here that night." I said, cutting to the chase.
"Oh no, are you okay?" Paul asked, sympathetically.
"I will be." I said, shortly.
"Paul, who's at the door?"
Is that Jane? I mouthed. I had heard so many things about her, but we never met because it was always the wrong-place-wrong-time for us. We had completely opposite schedules. The other Beatles and Maureen had met her, but I was the only one who hadn't met her yet and I was really eager to for a very long time (about a year, to be precise). I would be very excited now if I hadn't been in such a mellow mood, but tonight just wasn't the right night for a good first impression.
Yes. Paul mouthed back. "It's Y/N! She's staying for the night!" Paul yelled back to her. Footsteps echoed through the house and became rapidly closer and louder. A short moment later, I saw a short redhead girl come from the hallway to where Paul and I were at the entrance.
"Y/N! Wow, it's so good to finally meet you!" She beamed immediately at me, and I put on a true smile. She unexpectedly cheered me up just by appearing so surprisingly. I guess seeing and talking to someone who wasn't upset or shocked to see me made me feel a bit better. It was nice to see that someone was happy to see me at the moment.
"You as well! I'm sorry the first time we met, I wasn't a lot happier." I told her, almost warningly in case I broke out and cried again.
"Oh, don't worry about it! We all have our ups and downs. You and John had a fight?" Jane asked.
"Yeah," I replied, shortly.
"What happened, if you don't mind me asking?" Jane questioned, politely.
"We just had an argument that got us both pissed off and we just need some space. But it seems like you two are spending time together so I'll just go. Sorry for interrupting." I said, starting to walk away.
"No, please! Stay! I want to get to know you and maybe it'll take your mind off John." Jane said, pleadingly.
"That sounds good if it's okay with you, Paul." I replied, looking at him instead of Jane.
"Yeah, good with me." He replied, simply.
"Thank you!" I said, sincerely.