Go away, George

Chapter 14

A throbbing headache pulsating through my forehead awoke me from the deep sleep I had drifted into many hours before. I peeled my eyes open and blinked a few times, confused at my surroundings. And then the previous day had flooded back into my memory, and I remembered everything from the tear dripping down George's cheek when I had left him at the train station to the abrupt conversation with an unknown female by the name of 'Kerry' on George's phone. Just the thought made me boil with anger, unwillingly clenching my fists and chewing on my bottom lip. Was she overreacting? Maybe there was some perfectly logical explanation for all this.

Perfectly logical explanation my ass. He had left his phone at some girls house with some 'other stuff' and when I had asked why, she said she couldn't tell anybody. Figuring that one out isn't rocket science.

Pushing myself off the sofa - I must have crashed here last night I was that tired - I trundled upstairs to make myself look more... appealing. Pulling off my stale clothes and flinging them onto my bed, I slipped into something more comfortable. What was I meant to do now? Should I call George again? As much as I'd like to get on with my life and just forget about him, that was not going to happen. Not only was George incredibly hot and was on my mind a lot of the time, but my life back here was pretty boring. It wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, it wasn't hanging around with famous people and going to Jagger parties. It was living in a boring house, alone, and going to college to work my butt off for a decent grade. There was no point in even making a comparison, my life with The Beatles was so much better.

Climbing onto the sofa and wrapping my arms around my legs, I let out a shaky sigh. What had I done? I was such an idiot. I was a mindless idiot. Why had I left their house? That was pretty much a dream come true. Living with The Beatles, dating George Harrison. I didn't even know why I had thought I needed a break from that, it was clearly a decision of the moment. At the time it felt right, something that I had to do, but now it was quite obvious I had screwed it up.

I couldn't go back there, not now. It would be plausible to go back after a month, or even a few weeks, but after a day? Yeah, that wasn't clever. I'd look pretty stupid demanding that I need to leave for a little bit as a break and then crawling back the next day. Not only that but George had - not definitely but it sure looked like it - cheated on me.

As the thoughts flashed through my mind as to what was going on, I had come to a reasonable conclusion. George thought he liked me, but when I just left he realised I was a big jerk and was not worth any of his time. He then figured out that he didn't really like me and he didn't want me any more, and since I had pretty much left him he decided to find somebody better.

That sounds reasonable, right?

I rubbed a hand against my forehead, I was tired of being confused all the time. Tired of being angry, emotional, tired of being messed with. It was all too much. I inhaled deeply and stood up, I was going to relax a bit. That was why I came here in the first place, right? To relax? So I should actually relax now that I have nothing else to do with my time. Just because I wasn't getting plastered with hot members of The Rolling Stones doesn't mean I couldn't have fun. This doesn't have to be boring. This can be relaxing.

I trundled into the kitchen and grabbed some snacks from the cupboard. Yeah, this was good. Some junk food to help me calm down. Who cares about dieting? Not me!

Walking back into the warm living room, I switched the telly on and placed the crisps and drink onto the coffee table before grabbing the TV remote and sitting down. Waiting for the adverts to end, I wolfed down a handful of pringles and took a big gulp of cola. I even logged onto twitter and browsed on there for a few minutes, retweeting and favouriting to my hearts content. Hey, this wasn't too bad, the quietness was actually a positive change from being with The Beatles.

Then suddenly I heard the extremely familiar guitar chord to the opening of an extremely familar song. Widening my eyes and glancing up to the TV screen, my assumptions were correct. They were there, all four of them, standing on a lit up stage and decked out in matching suits. The Beatles, playing A Hard Day's Night. Could I never get away from them?

Slightly mesmerised by the soft harmonies and catchy guitar playing, I stared intently at the screen with a wide 'o' shaped mouth. I didn't want to watch, but I did at the same time - it was a slight bit strange. I let my eyes wander over George and how he was playing the guitar effortlessly, singing along to parts and bopping his head to the beat. He was so good looking. And I didn't even know if he was still mine.

When the song had finished I blinked a few times before tracing George's steps towards the microphone.

"So the next song," He spoke, and the crowd erupted into screams and cheers, "Is dedicated to somebody who is very close to me. Kerry! Love you."

My heart fell out of my stomach as I stared blankly at the screen, the four men beginning to play 'And I Love Her'. That was the final blow. That completely knocked me out of my senses, my emotions in turmoil. Why would he say that? Why would he declare that he loved somebody on national television? Surely a large amount of fans had learned that me and him were dating. Wasn't he just making himself look like a complete douchebag?

Reaching out with a wobbly hand, I snatched the remote and switched the TV off in a blink.

"ARGH!" I yelled and threw it at the floor, watching the brittle plastic collide with the laminate flooring with a crash, the back snapping off and the batteries spilling onto the carpet. Why would he do this to me? Did he like driving me insane? I felt like Romeo and Juliet, only going out with somebody for a small amount of time but with masses of drama and unwanted emotional distress.

I didn't know exactly what to do. So, in a fluster, I dialled his number and pressed the phone to my head.

"Hello?"

Just the sound of his voice made me tingle with excitement, but I swallowed the dry lump in my throat. "I saw you on TV."

"Caitlin? I've missed you loads you know. And you watched us? Did you like it?" He asked in this cute little innocent voice. It was obviously fake.

"Oh shut up, George. Don't act all dumb. I can't believe you, you're vile." I spat.

There was a pause. "What?"

"Like, I understand if you don't want to be with me any more, but you could at least tell me. You didn't have to go off with some chick and then say you love her!"

"Caitlin I don't know what you're on about! I haven't gone off with some-"

I laughed spitefully. "Screw you."

Hanging up on him and slinging the phone into the space next to me, I laughed again, but it was a strange hysterical laugh than an actual that's-so-funny laugh. In fact, I laughed quite a bit. And if you're going to ask why it's because it was actually laughable what had happened to me over the past week, and I had a feeling it wasn't going to get any better.

(A/N: yayay another chapter sorry it's really lame and short but o well. It is literally like past midnight and I'm being a bridesmaid on Friday and my mum is just taking up my bridesmaid dress at the bottom a bit because I'm a hobbit and it overflows on the floor. So I decided to write more of this while she does that and I have to try it on later so there's no point in going to sleep.

By the way sorry for all the drama in the story but it's all planned out so yeah. It will change soon. lol. idek if it will or not but ok

Does anyone even read these? anyway I'm going now bye bye sweet dreams my friends.

-BETH)