george harrison imagines

how hard do i have to try?

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE & MURDER AND SLIGHT BLOOD
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we were married for 4 months. i mean i trusted him, and i'm sure he trusted me, but he was a rockstar and believe me, i had my doubts. it was a cold windy morning on the 30th of january when he had came home a bit later than usual. i was in the kitchen doing some dishes when he walked right past not even acknowledging me. it was unlike him to come home and not speak to me. i brushed it off as him being pissed at his band, while i continued to wash the dishes.

a few minutes dragged by when george walked into the kitchen. still giving me the silent treatment. i finally murdered the silence, "heard there's supposed to be a snow storm later tonight. wanna get takeout and watch some movies?" i warmly asked, turning to face my husband.

"can't." he deadpanned.

feeling ignored, i tried asking him something else to see if he would spill what his plans were.

"oh, why not? what have you got planned?" i remarked, drying the last of the dishes before placing them in the cupboard above my head.

"i've got some errands to run for john. he asked me to get some stuff for him and yoko." he replied, grabbing what he was looking for, which was a beer. before he could leave however, i turned to him,

"can i at least get a kiss? you didn't even say hi when you walked in. did i do something?" i looked down. i had always been insecure, but marrying george on that sunny day in september made me realize that i was capable of love.

i was 5"5, with long dark curly hair, i was half black half white, and i was plus size. if that wasn't enough to be insecure about, i didn't know what was.

"odd...i thought i gave you one." he shrugged as he walked up to me,

"no.. you didn't or else i wouldn't of just asked for you to kiss me." i pointed out, puckering my lips as he laid one on my cheek. i felt defeated as he turned to walk out of the kitchen.

i felt my eyes swell up as i glanced down, sniffling. what had gotten into my husband? why was he acting so different? was he cheating? all these intrusive thoughts basically ate me alive as i looked over my shoulder to see george watching tv.

i thought about going over there and confronting him! but with what evidence? what evidence did i have against him? what proof did i have of him cheating? the only thing i had proof of was how insecure and anxiety ridden i was being. i couldn't handle this hole in my heart any much longer. i let the tears fall carelessly down while i took a tissue to clean my face.

george continued watching the telly, not noticing how much of an emotional wreck he was making me. he didn't even bother looking over towards me once. instead he just kept his gaze to the tv, laughing about. it broke me to think that my own husband was falling out of love with me, but i couldn't say anything. i didn't know what to say.

i threw the tissue away, making my way to the staircase that led up to our bedroom when finally george said something, "where are you going?"

i stopped dead in my tracks, thinking he was talking to me, so i answered, "upstairs. wanna come?"

george pulled the phone from his ear as he covered the bottom of it with his hand, "i wasn't talking to you julia. i'm on the phone."

my heart broke a bit, "oh with who?"

george continued talking to the mysterious person when he groaned a bit, "oh- yeah- yeah...excuse me for a moment." he groaned pulling the phone from his ear.

"it's bob dylan!" he called back.

"tell him i said hello please?" i called out as george did the unthinkable, he raised his voice at me,