The Autograph : George Harrison x reader

Part 4

I woke up to the gentle touch of Delilah, nudging me awake. "Hey, let's get this makeup off you," she whispered softly. As I rubbed my tired eyes, the smeared makeup only worsened, creating dark streaks across my face., "De, how did you get in my house ?" i yawned

"Oh, your mom gave me a spare key months ago." With her guidance, she led me to my vanity, where she washed away the remnants of last night's makeup and brushed my tangled locks. The weight of remorse pressed upon me, and I found myself confessing, "I'm so sorry about last night. My thoughts were scattered, and I was going to ask him for an autograph from all of them. i just forgot, i should have told you sooner i'm sorry. Please forgive me." Delilah's gaze wandered, avoiding my eyes, as she cautiously broached the subject that held my heart captive. "About George..." she began, and in an instant, my heart fluttered with anticipation, for his name alone had the power to ignite a whirlwind of emotions within me.

Delilah knelt down, meeting my gaze at eye level. The gravity of her words hit me like a tidal wave, causing my heart to shatter into a million pieces. "Y/N... George has a girlfriend," she revealed, her voice filled with empathy. My world came crashing down as she pulled out a recent magazine, showcasing a photo of them locked in an embrace at a show. The picture was taken on the very night he had given me his number. Tears welled up in my eyes, and a wave of nausea washed over me. "Oh, Y/N, please don't cry over him. He's just a boy," Delilah comforted me, her arms wrapped tightly around me as she gently rubbed the back of my head. In between sobs, I managed to utter the painful truth, "I kissed him, De! He was my first kiss!"

As tears streamed down my face, I recounted the memories of that unforgettable night with George. I remembered the way he looked at me as if I were the only woman he had ever laid eyes on. It felt like a fairytale, but now I realized it was all a cruel deception. My mother's warnings echoed in my mind, reminding me that I should never trust a stranger, especially a boy from the biggest band in the world.

Delilah gently cradled my face in her hands, her eyes filled with sincerity. "You know, Y/N, I always thought Paul was cuter," she confessed with a mischievous smile. Despite my heartache, a giggle escaped my lips as I wiped away a tear. "i'm sorry i hung up on you last night. i just couldn't break your heart over the phone". Delilah's voice softened.

The rest of the day, Delilah and I huddled in my room, sharing gossip, busting out dance moves to our favorite tunes, and flipping through magazines. Soon, Delilah's mom called, asking her to come home. I walked her downstairs and to the door, only to be met with an unexpected sight when i opened my front door- George standing there, wearing a big smile on his face, completely unaware that I knew the truth.

Instantly, my smile faded, replaced by a deep frown, and a sickening feeling washed over me once again. Delilah, her face flushed with anger, wasted no time in confronting him. "Who do you think you are, coming around here?" she demanded, her fists clenched tightly. George, taken aback, stammered, "What are...? Y/N..." Sensing the tension, I finally found my voice, tears choking my words, "Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend?" George's face contorted in surprise as he took a step back. "Girlfriend?" he stuttered

"Don't lie to me, George," I continued, my voice trembling with hurt, "You kissed me, and gave me a night I thought was real. But it was all just a cruel lie."

"Y/N, it's not like that. Please, just give me a chance to explain," George pleaded, attempting to move closer to me. But Delilah stepped in front of him, a protective barrier between us. "I think it's best if you head back home, George. Your girlfriend is probably worried sick," she demanded, her voice firm and resolute. George looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and desperation, as if he was on the verge of tears. Without saying a word, he turned around and left. I listened to the familiar hum of his car as he drove away. Delilah gently took hold of my hands, her eyes filled with remorse. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I love you," she whispered. A smile broke across my face as I replied, "I love you too, Delilah." With that, she headed on her way back home.

George tried to call me all evening, leaving a barrage of voicemails, begging me to hear him out. I was feeling sick, overwhelmed by the mere thought of listening to his voice. In a fit of frustration, I ripped the phone out of the wall, unable to bear the constant reminders of his presence. Collapsing to my knees, I found myself overcome with tears, my heartache pouring out. Just then, my mother entered the room, concern etched on her face. "Y/N, what's the matter, baby?" she asked with concern. In between sobs, I managed to choke out the words, "Mom, you were right. Boys are terrible." she sat down on the floor beside me, wrapping her arms around me, providing a comforting embrace as I cried my heart out.

She gently guided me up the stairs to my room, her comforting presence a soothing balm for my wounded heart. With tender care, she tucked me into my bed, her soft kiss on my forehead a gentle reminder of her love. Despite her efforts, my heart still ached, yearning for the pain to dissipate like a terrible nightmare.