Go away, George

Chapter 6

Unfortunately after the first five minutes of walking and crying it was apparent I had no clue where I was going. In fact, I had no clue where I WAS. Considering the fact that somebody took me to The Beatles' house, and I had no idea where it was, it was completely illogical of me to go bawling my eyes out and in a burst of emotion go stumbling through countless streets.  

Don't get me started on that, either. I was a complete idiot to start crying my eyes out, for the second time, in front of the greatest band ever. I could have acted all chill and mature and shrugged it off, maybe having a nice time with the remaining Beatles in the house. But no. I just had to make myself look like a freak and turn the waterworks on. I had pretty much spoiled my chances with Paul Mccartney now that I've been deemed loser with a capital L. 

Oh shut up Caitlin. You never had a chance with Paul in the first place. He's Paul Mccartney, babe. He has too much sass in his ass for you, honey. Why don't you sit down on the sofa with a sweet lil' cappuccino and reflect on what your real aim in life is? 

See what wandering down an unknown street does to you? It makes you talk to yourself like you're flipping Oprah. 

I felt my tummy rumble underneath my shirt, and remembered that I hadn't ate any of John's pancakes before I left. I hadn't eaten anything. I passed a cute family bakery and as a tall man opened the door to leave, the little bells tinkled above the door and the sweet smell of bread, cakes and pastry entered my nostrils. Shame I had no money. 

I felt like crying. It had finally sunken in what I had done. I'd ditched the only chance of ever being friends with The Beatles, who were coincidentally my favourite band, and walked straight out into the streets. Streets which I did not know. I was helplessly lost, and with no friends, money or food I was pretty much screwed. I blinked and a drip of salty water slipped out of my eye and down my left cheek. Desperately, I turned around and tried to retrace my steps, frantically trying to remember whuch way I had come. It was no use. 

I gave up and trundled down a small, quiet alleyway and sunk to the ground, closing my eyes and attempting to fall asleep.

*** George's P.O.V*** 

I hated her. She was such an idiot. Why the hell did she fancy Paul Mccartney? It was so obvious he disliked her. When I shouted that Caitlin liked him, he looked appalled. But she was so pretty, so cute, so gentle-looking. How did he not like her? I know John did. He flipping kissed her, jumped on top of her and planted one right on 'er lips. She didn't complain, either. Ugh, John is such a slut. 

I clenched my fists as I thought of the turmoil I was sending myself through. I had only known her for two days but I was completely infatuated by her. I just wanted to hold her, to kiss her, like a childhood love at first sight. But no, not only did she like my best friend but I'd been acting like an idiot. Where was I anyway? I didn't even recognise this street. It was so stupid of me to go prancing around the neighbourhood. I mean, I'm George Harrison. 

All of a sudden I heard a loud voice.

"GET OFF ME!" I heard someone shout.

I frowned, following the voice down a street. She was still calling out, but her voice was quieter now, getting whisked away by the cold wind. 

"Haven't you got anything better to do?" The voice was so disturbingly familiar. I spotted a dark alleyway and ran towards it, curious to see what was going on. 

My heart started beating rapidly, goosebumps appearing all along my arms. It was Caitlin. She was trying to get away from what seemed like a very rough individual who was keen on securing whatever money and valuables he thought Caitlin might be possessing.

"What do you think you're doing mate?" I yelled, rolling up my sleeves and stomping towards her, my heart pumping and the blood inside me boiling. "GET OFF HER. NOW." 

The man, startled, looked up at me. But he didn't move. Instead he laughed. 

So I hit him. Hard. My knuckles met into his face, sending him flying backwards. I was so angry. Couldn't you go for a walk without someone trying to profit off your vulnerability?

I slowly walked towards her and whisked her away from the scenario, back out onto the main street. She was shaking a little, her eyes looking red and watery. She was clearly attempting to look unphased, but it was obvious to see she was in shock.

I reached for her hand. "It's okay. I can make us a cup of tea when we get back."

Her lips slowly curved into a smile. She let her eyes linger on me for a second. "George?"

"Yeah?" 

She blinked, and then fiddled with her fingers, diverting her gaze from me as if suddenly too shy. She opened her mouth to speak but closed it shortly after. 

And then, ever so slowly, she leaned towards me and kissed me. Her lips were so smooth, so warm, so good. I smiled. 

She had kissed me. SHE had kissed ME. 

A blush arose on her cheeks and she bit her lip, looking incredibly nervous. 

She had just admitted she liked me. That one small gesture had my lungs erupting into butterflies, my mind flying into oblivion. This girl that I had known for so little time was going to have a much bigger impact on my life than I had originally thought. I could just feel it.

(A/N: Hope you liked this chapter! Please don't forget to vote and tell your friends and stuffs. Btw George Harrison is beautiful. Anyways I will try to post chapter seven soon. Love you and thanks for reading!)