Go away, George

Chapter 17

My eyes fluttered open as I let out a small yawn. Peering to my right I realised my head rested on George's warm chest, and our legs were slightly tangled. He stirred at the small movement from me, but his eyelids were shut tight. Stroking his collarbone softly with my small thumb, I wondered how a girl like me could get somebody as beautiful as George. Really though, he was gorgeous. And I was, well, me.

To be honest, I had only been with George for three months now - well, it had been three months since he sung 'Till there was you' to me - but I knew that I loved him. Was that strange? Maybe. But when you love somebody with all your heart you just have that inclination, y'know? You just know that they're the person you want to spend the rest of your life with.

Glancing at the clock hanging on the wall, I figured it was time to get up. It was already half nine and today I had a lot to do. Not only was it my parent's anniversary tomorrow, but I also needed to go shopping for a few bits and bobs. Not to mention me and George were going to the cinema tonight as well.

Peeling my head off Georges chest and quietly climbing out of bed, I removed George's huge stripy shirt and threw it in the nearest drawer. I then rummaged through my bag and pulled out some fresh underwear, slipping them on and fastening my bra. Taking a glance outside, it didn't look too cold so I just wore a baggy Beatles shirt and some black leggings. I pulled the door open to George's room and gazed down the landing.

For three months I had been sleeping at The Beatles' house. George had reassured me that I wasn't a burden, and it seemed like the best option because I didn't have to travel to see him. I'm not saying it wasn't chaotic, because it sure as hell was when you're living with four immature and crazy lads, but it was way more fun than back at home. I had also finished my college exams a month ago via computer. In Maths and Biology I didn't do too well, but everything else was okay. Especially in Art and Photography - I got A's! But anyway, enough about me. I don't think you want to hear my entire life story. Natalie had moved in my house for the time being as she used to live with her parents and needed some freedom. I told her it was okay as long as she didn't trash the place and she paid the rent. My mum and dad are doing okay too, and I was planning on seeing them tomorrow afternoon to give them their anniversary presents.

"Where are yer going, love?" George asked, his messy head rising slightly from the pillow.

"Having breakfast and then going out for a bit, got get some stuff for my mum and dad's anniversary." I explained, walking over to the bottom of the bed.

"Oh... well, have fun. We're still going to watch that film tonight, aren't we?" He said, sitting up straight now, his hair all ruffled up.

"Of course."

I sat on the bed in front of him and gave him a kiss. In all honesty, it was only meant to be small, but one thing led to another and I ended up on his lap, kissing his sweet lips as he played with strands of my hair. Pulling away slightly, I breathed out deeply. "I really have to go now."

"Okay, but as soon as you're back your lips are all mine." He whispered, his warm breath fanning my face.

"Deal." I replied and climbed off the bed, standing up and straightening my shirt. "Love you."

"Love you too."

When I had reached the bottom of the stairs, I plodded into the kitchen. Paul was sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, his feet resting on the table as he flicked through some magazine.

"Feet off the table, kiddywinkle." I announced, shoving his bare feet off the surface.

"I remind you, Caitlin, that you are not the owner of this house so you can't tell me where to put my feet." He replied with a smirk and placed his feet back on the table. "Sucker."