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Chapter Eighteen - Truth Be Told

     George's POV:

     The moment I heard Y/N close the door to my home, I couldn't help by cry, cry, and cry. There's so much I wanted to say to her then just, "No.". In fact, I lied to her. I wanted to tell her the truth, that yes, I still had feelings for her. She's a goddess. She's just been stuck in my mind for so long. Her pure presence is an addiction. I want to be with her all the time. Don't even get me started on her touch ... John is the luckiest man in the world. It's so hard to move on from a woman like that. I can't stop sobbing. My heart is breaking, and I could feel it. I'm a mess, and I can't talk to anyone about it. Not anymore. I'm alone. I'm left to be sinking in my feelings that I don't think I can let go of. I decided to go to my guitar, and play something to calm me down. I strummed a bit of Johnny B. Goode by Chuck Berry, but I just wasn't in the mood for it. Then I started to play a song I had written myself, that I seemed to be more in the mood for. It was one I had written about Y/N and my love for her.

     "Something in the way, she moves -"

     My voice was shaky, from my throat being swollen and eyes puffy from the hot tears that streamed down my face.

     After I finished playing the song for myself, I sat in silence to properly process my thoughts. I then decided, in order to move on from her, I need to find another woman. I took into account what Y/N said about the model, Pattie Boyd. She's very attractive, and I think I can grow to love her. And so, I called her up. She had given me her number about a year ago on the set of Hard Days Night as her way of flirting with me. I never called her before, so who knows if she was still interested in me after all this time. It was worth a shot, though. The phone rang a good three times before I heard a soft and gentle voice on the other line.

     "Hello?"

     "Hi, is this Pattie Boyd, the beautiful Vogue model?" I asked, with a hint of charm.

     "Oh my," She chuckled. "And who might you be?" Pattie asked.

     "Well, I thought you would have recognized my voice because you just couldn't keep your pretty eyes off me." I smirked, as if she could see me.

     "You certainly are charming, but I'm afraid I don't remember who you are." Her tone was sad and confused. She was sincere and genuine. She really wanted to know who I was.

     "George, George Harrison." I told her.

     "Oh, yes! You don't match your reputation of being the quiet Beatle, now do you? You're quite outgoing, flirting with me in such a manner." Pattie giggled.

     "To win over a lovely lady such as yourself, I have to step up my game a bit."

     "Well, I can say that it's certainly working!"

     We chatted on and on, and it honestly felt nice. It felt good to know that I can flirt with another woman. After a while, I got her address and I headed to her house.

     I woke up the next morning next to her. She was still asleep, so I decided to leave before I could catch her awake. As soon as I was about to head out the door, she startled me,

     "Did you leave a note?" She gave me a soft smile, to say that it was okay.

     "Yes, on the kitchen counter." I told her. I'm not a mean person. I wouldn't do that to a woman (leave without writing a note).

     "Stay for a little longer." Pattie insisted.

     "Thanks, but I should get home. I'll call you." I honestly didn't know if I would call her up again, but I didn't want to leave her unhappy so soon. I'd rather it be gradual.

     "Alright. Bye, George." She came up to me, and kissed me passionately. I gave her a soft smile and left.