Somewhere In Time (A Beatles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 26: Jealousy

Waking up in the guy's room, was less awkward than I thought it would be. Everyone was still sleeping. I slipped out of Paul's arms and tiptoed to the bathroom, so I wouldn't wake everyone. Something had to be done about that bathroom. I knew I would be giving it a good scrubbing soon, especially since I would be using it often. It was gross.

I used the restroom & washed my hands and tiptoed back to Paul. I cuddled back into him and he stirred momentarily to put his arms back around me. Comforted and warmed by him I soon fell back asleep.

I woke again a couple of hours later & this time I noticed George was awake. When he noticed me looking at him, he grinned and pointed to the door. He got up and walked to it, so I followed him.

"Come on, I want to show you something" he said still walking down the hall. We reached a door that led to a set of stairs. I followed George up them until we reached the roof of the building.

The air seemed cleaner up here and the city was quite pretty from this perspective.

George took out a cigarette and started to smoke "I thought you'd like it up here" he said between puffs.

"I do. Thank you for bringing me here. I was afraid the whole city looked like the Reeperbahn, but it's beautiful." I went to sit next to George and we sat in companionable silence for a few minutes, looking out at the city. It was still quite cold out this morning and I started to shiver after a few minutes as I was still in my pajamas.

George put an arm around me and said "Sorry, I should've told you to bring your coat"

It's all right. I wish I had my camera though" I said as I shivered again. "Ok, well maybe my coat, too" and we laughed. I laid my head on his shoulder as we sat, enjoying the view.

We were about to go back in when the door opened and Paul came out. He looked at us, sitting next to each with George's arm around me and my head on his shoulder, and came to the wrong conclusion.

"What the bloody hell is going on here?" he asked angrily.

I got up to go to him and said "Nothing, crazy! George brought me out here to show me the view."

"Well then what the hell was his arm doing around you?" he said, still quite angry.

"She was bloody shivering, man. I was just trying to warm her a little" George said, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Well, you can keep your hands off my girl, Harrison" he said aggressively.

"What the hell, Paul? Nothing is happening. You're way out of line!" I said and shivered once again.

Paul reached out to me "You are cold. Why are you out here then?"

By this time George had snuck past us and was gone. I started walking towards where he had gone, and Paul followed me into the stairwell.

I turned on him once we were in the relative warmth of the stairwell. "You need to apologize to George. He didn't do anything wrong & neither did I. We're friends and that's all. I'm in love with you!" I was now yelling.

The anger was gone from his face and he now looked contrite. "I'm sorry, luv. It's just I've thought George had a thing for you for a while now. And then when I saw you two up here alone and his arm around you, I don't know, I thought maybe he was making a move on you"

I was dumbfounded by the thought, that George might like me that way. "I've never gotten that from George at all. We're good friends! But, even if what you said was true, why would you doubt me? I've never done anything to deserve that" I was really upset that he didn't seem to trust me.

"It just seems like you are hiding something from me sometimes. I'm not sure why, I just get that feeling" he said.

And by god he was right. Time travel! I didn't know how to tell him that though, without losing him completely. How could he believe it when it almost didn't seem real to me?

So I deflected his genuine concern with "And you thought what I was hiding was an affair with George? That's nonsense and you know it!"

"Bloody hell. I'm an idiot, aren't I?" I nodded with tears in my eyes, finally able to let them out. He saw them and pulled me to him. "Please don't cry, luv. I'm sorry. Of course I trust you. I'm not sure I trust him though. Will you forgive me?"

I nodded again, not quite able to say anything, yet. He held me until I calmed down enough to speak. "You need to apologize to George, too. He really did nothing wrong"

"You're right I will. I'm so sorry, baby. I love you"

"I love you, too you big idiot" I said and then kissed him "Now go say sorry to George" I said as I pushed him into the direction of their room. "I'll wait out here for a few minutes"

Paul went into the room first and I waited about ten minutes then followed him in. Paul and George had obviously made up, and were sitting next to each other strumming their guitars. George was the first to look up as I walked in & I mouthed "sorry" at him silently. He just shrugged his shoulders and went back to playing.

I knew they would be at it a while, so I went into the bathroom and started to scrub it. I wasn't taking a bath in there until that was done, there would be no point. After cleaning and a bath, I came out to find only Paul still there.

"Everything okay between you and George" I asked him.

"Yeah, he was a little mad at me still, but he'll get over it. We've had worse rows than that. I still think he has a thing for you, not that I can blame him, though" he said looking at me.

"So what if he does? Nothing will come of it because I don't feel the same. He's a great friend and I don't want to lose him, so you'd better behave yourself from now on"

"Yes madam" he said bowing. I went over to smack him on the shoulder and he grabbed my hand before I could. He pulled me onto the bed and proceeded to show me how sorry he was.