george harrison imagines

past 3am

i was sound asleep in our king sized shared bed. i had been trying to stay awake for my husband george, but he had been staying out as late as he could as the nights went on. finally on this night, he walked into our bedroom horribly failing at trying to be quiet as i stirred awake,

"mmm george? is that you?" i whispered, swatting my hand to find my bedside lamp.

"it's me baby. go back to sleep." he replied in a low whisper. i didn't listen as i turned on the light, turning over to sit up and look at my husband. i grabbed my glasses, putting them on.

"where were you george? it's past 3am." i asked looking him up and down. he had a mysterious mark on his collarbone, i just knew was a hickey. i didn't want to call him out just yet. instead, i stared at him with glossy eyes hoping he'd come clean this time.

"i was downstairs baby." he fibbed. i couldn't help but laugh at his horrible lying skills. not that i wanted him to have good lying skills, but believable ones!

it was here i swung my blankets back, standing up, "who is she? and please don't sit here and bullshit me george. we've been married for 2 years, i think i would know a hickey when i see one. who is she?"

george's face fell pale when i mentioned the hickey. he had completely forgotten she had marked him. he also seemingly forgot how to speak, because he took about 30 seconds to a minute before he answered me, "her name is pattie boyd and she came by the studio today to do some backing vocals for yellow submarine and we got to talking and yeah we kinda hit it off from there..." he trailed off sparing me the details.

i couldn't believe what i was hearing. i wanted to just punch him! instead i looked at him with a mixture of anger and love, "so has she been the same girl you've been seeing for all this time?"

"no." he murmured.

"no?" i repeated, my heart feeling as if someone had just thrown a dagger through it, "how many more girls has there been george?" i whispered.

"julia, i can't remember. 12?" he replied, looking up to remember.

it was here my lips quivered as i broke down. george looked at me, his demeanor changing as well. he seemed embarrassed by his words and his actions. i collapsed onto the bed, weeping.

"why george?! why?! was i not enough?" i wept.

"no no baby you are enough. i just- i don't know baby i just needed more and i wasn't getting it from you julia, i'm sorry." he rushed to my aide, touching my back when i yanked myself away,

"don't touch me!" i shouted. george jumped back, staring at me,

"baby, don't do this." he begged.

"me?! YOU!" i yelled, "you cheated on me! i never gave you any incentive to cheat on me george! i tried loving you, tried showing you whatever you wanted, tried bearing you children, you decided to be lustful and step out not me!" i cried.

"julia, i do sincerely apologize for stepping out on you. i wasn't in the right headspace but i am now and i know that i want to be with you. i don't want pattie, or any other girl. i hope you can forgive me and i will do any amount of therapy or counseling just to repair our marriage." he spoke gently while he sat down, gathering my hands in his.

"i don't believe you!" i cried out.

"then let me show you." he soothed, leaning in to hold me tightly. i tried shoving him off, but i knew i couldn't. i loved him too much and sometimes that was a curse. i held him loosely as he held me tightly. he laid me down that night with me coddled on his chest as he sang me to sleep.