"Why didn't you just wait for someone to go with you?" Paul, your boyfriend, shouted at you.
"Because, Paul! I wanted to do something by myself for once! I'm tired of always having to have someone follow me!" You retorted.
"Love, those fans could have killed you! I can't lose you! You're everything to me!"
"Paul, I just need to be independent sometimes. I'm thankful you're concerned, but I can barely stand it anymore."
"Well, that's how it's going to have to be. Now, I have to go and you better not leave this room."
"You can't tell me what to do! I will leave if I want!"
Paul pushed you into the wall and gritted his teeth. "You most certainly will not, you hear me?"
You broke free from his grip and ran out of the room and down the hall to the one place you knew you would be safe. George's room. You knocked quickly and George opened the door to find you in tears and he could hear Paul yelling and breaking things in the room.
George pulled you in his room and sat you in his lap on the bed. You wrapped your arms around him and cried into his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair.
"What did he do this time, eh?"
"He's trying to control me George. I just wanted to go out by myself. He pushed me against the wall and told me I wasn't allowed to leave the room." You told him.
"Jerk..." George mumbled under his breath.
"He can be, can't he?" You responded.
"Oh, you heard that? Sorry."
George was secretly in love with you and he knew he would treat you so much better than Paul ever could. Paul didn't understand your free spirit, but George did. He pictured the two of you running through an open field, the wind blowing through your hair, and not a care in the world because you were free.
"Love, I have to go to that dinner, but please, stay here tonight." George got up and handed you one of his t-shirts to wear to bed.
"Thanks, George."
"Anything for you."
Several hours later
George came back into his room to find you curled up beneath the covers in his shirt with dried tears on your face. He knew you needed comforting so he stripped down to his boxers and quietly crawled into bed beside you. He wrapped his arms around you and placed a kiss on the back of your neck. You woke and felt his arms around you. You turned around in his grip and rested your head on his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat. "Why are you so good to me George?" He kissed your forehead and responded, "Because, (Y/N), I'm in love with you."
"George, no."
"I can't help it. You're so beautiful and if you were mine, that lovely free spirit of yours would be set free."
"George, as much as I would love to be yours, you know that if I left Paul, this band would fall apart."
"Not if we talked it out. Love, who do you really want?"
"Don't make me choose now. I will in the morning."
You snuggled into his arms and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. "Goodnight, George."
"I love you, (Y/N)."
That morning, you made your decision. You never wanted to spend another night without George's arms around you.
Awhhh so cute. I love Paul though, so much. Enjoy!
