Hello, goodbye

I need you

    "Elle, it's time to go," George woke me up, and I opened my eyes, but I didn't move from his chest. I snuggled up closer to him and he laughed.
     "I don't want to go," I whined, and he smiled down at me.
    "Do you want me to die? Cause Brian will kill me," George said, and I sighed  and got off of him.
     "I guess we can't have you dying, now can we?" I said playfully, and he went to the bathroom to get dressed.
As soon as we got into the recording studio,  I expected the boys to tease us, but they didn't. They were all very quiet, actually. It was quite unsettling.
    "What's wrong?" I finally asked, and the room only got more tense.
    "We got a bad review," John glumly responded, and I couldn't help but laugh. They all stared at me dumbfounded at the fact that I would laugh at that. I went into the other room without saying a word. I picked up a box I had seen earlier and brought it into the recording studio, where the guys continued to stare.
     "What are you doing?" Paul asked, and I ignored him but opened the box. Newspaper scraps fell onto the floor. All of them had good heading on the top about the boys.
     "With every good article in here about you, you shouldn't let that one get to you. I said, and grabbed it off the table, tearing it in half. The boys all stared at me and smiled. I suddenly felt very self conscious, and I looked down.
     "You're really something else," John said seriously, and I shrugged.
     "No, I'm just saying what everyone thinks, it's nothing really," I said nervously.
     "No, you are really something else, Rose," George insisted, and I felt my cheeks redden as the boy's continued to let their gaze fall upon me.
     "Okay, well lets get started," Ringo announced, sensing my awkward feeling. I silently thanked him for that.
      The boys played throughout the day, and it was so interesting to see them play around with each other. They really were like brothers.
     Once on break, I was headed to the bathroom when a pair of hands grabbed me and pulled me into the janitors closet. I was going to scream, until I saw that it was Paul.
     "Paul! Get off of me!" I yelled, and he held me close to his chest, but I didn't try to move away from him.
     "You look really nice, I'm really glad that I met you," Paul said, and I rolled my eyes. He was always flirting with me.
     "I'm glad I met you too," I said flatly, and I felt his heart pace quicken.
     "You mean that?" He said, and I nodded against is chest. I looked up at him and he was staring down at me. He leaned in slowly, and our lips met. It was soft and gentle, but also passionate and meaningful. Suddenly, I heard the door open behind me. I turned to see George standing in the doorway.
      Paul didn't know about me and George's little date, so he felt no remorse, but the look of pure hurt on his face made my heart ache.
     "It's time to go back and record," George said quietly, and Paul kissed the top of my head, only making me feel worse. He skipped off gleefully, but George sulked back. As soon as he was about to walk in, I grabbed his shoulder.
     "George," I said, and he took my hand off of his shoulder.
     "Just stop, Rose," he said, and my heart broke. He sounded so hurt, and I didn't even know he really felt that way about me. We didn't talk at all for the rest of the work day. As soon as we got home, he went strait to bed and I went into the guest room. I wanted so badly to curl up next to him, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
      I woke up at about 3 and had a dream that someone was running from me, but I couldn't tell who it was. I kept chasing them, and it sounded like they were crying. I woke up with tears streaming down my face. George was the one who had woken me up,
"Rose? Are you okay?" He asked, and I looked up at him. I could only see his silhouette in the moonlight shining through my window.
"No," I replied honestly, and he sighed. He reluctantly got into bed next to me and stroked my hair.
"You don't have to do this. I saw your face, and I'm really, really sorry," I was referring to the incident earlier, and he sighed again.
"I want to. And you weren't mine, I just felt such sadness that you don't feel the same," he explained, and I thought silently for a moment.
"I do, it's just that Paul took me off guard," I said, and he seemed to actually believe me. I was hoping he would say he loved me, or that he needed me, but he didn't,
"I think you just need some time to figure things out, Rose," he said, and my heart dropped. He didn't want a relationship, he didn't want me.
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What Rose could never have known was that he wanted nothing but to hold her. He loved her more than anything. He did need her.
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Woah, super long chapter!!