LOVE WINS ( mcharrison. )

-ONLY CHAPTER IN THIS STORY.

It was 1965.

The rain was pattering against the windows of their car, while the sun hid behind the darkened clouds. It wasn't even late in the day, around 3pmish but today the rain decided to splash through England instead of any other day. The rain had only reflected George's mood, and left Paul just staring out the front window with his hands on the wheel like the car was actually broken down. Hazel eyes looked towards the moppy hair that he calls 'Arthur', which snugged over his head perfectly, and centred his features just the way Paul loved it. "George-"

A head turned, his brownish eyes had stared down Paul's hazel ones. "You really can't expect me not to bring it up, Paul." A serious tone filled those words and made the older male's heart sink into his chest further than George had already pushed it. "I don't want any more fucking secrets, we're not bloody children!" He shifted closer towards Paul, "Look, James Paul McCartney, I'm in love with you and by the way you kiss me and tell me how much you love me, you must be in love with me too.. So, why are we hiding such a thing? It's forbidden in the eyes of ignorance, which would be the whole fucking world, but we s-"

Now it had been time for George to get cut off, "'Ye serious?" Scoffing, Paul reached into his jean pockets and pulled out a ciggie and placed it in-between his lips. "Yer a fucking madman, Georgie. It's practically illegal, we'll lose our sales, our careers will be finished! I see it now, headlines! Famous Beatles George Harrison and Paul McCartney are queers!" Paul said rather angrily.

"Yer so fucking selfish!" Came George, who took the now lit cigarette out of Paul's mouth and threw it somewhere. "You never loved me, how could I not see it? Paul McCartney from Liverpool.." George shook his head, "Illegal, this Illegal bullshit!" He threw his hands in the air, and felt the tension between him and Paul. "John and Ringo know, and you act like they fucking think we're different! They didn't treat us differently when they found out, maybe not everybody w-"

"I don't want to be queer. I don't want to marry 'ye. How is that hard to understand? What we did, we did it because we were curious and we ended up liking it. Doesn't mean it'll work, Georgie, that's what you need to understand." Paul sounded like a dick, because he had been one at that moment. His hands clenched the wheel of anger which had been because of himself and nothing more. He was saying things that part of him wanted to say, while the other had regretted even saying those exact words.

George's eyes fell from being angry to being completely shattered in the next, he looked paler than usual while tears broke away past those soft looking hues that defined a part of him. "I fucking hate you, 'ye git!" George yelled suddenly, his voice filled with hate while his eyes said a whole other emotion. It didn't take long until George turned to the other side and began to get out of the car. Worry started filling in Paul's eyes and mind, widening themselves quickly. "Why did I ever give my bloody heart to you? I knew you would break it and I let you!"

"George, get back in the car." Paul said as George slammed the passengers door and began walking in the rain towards anywhere that didn't have Paul there. "Bloody hell!" Paul unbuckled himself and soon got out of the car, his heart racing in his chest as he began to think of the horrible things that could even happen to George. Y'see, Paul was confused but was very impulsive with his words and actions. Inside, he knew he wanted George, and was in love with him but the thought scared him. He didn't want to be judged and finally lose his dream because of somebody he loved. They couldn't even get married for Christ Sakes!

"Go fuck yourself." George insulted, walking faster through the rain that slipped faster through the sky and hit their skin. "I don't want you anymore, nothing to do with you. Go back to your birds and have a shag with them instead of me, and forget about me." He was rambling on now, and way over his heels.