I Need You

When Everyone Else is in Love

Another day, alone, was the first thought that entered Edith Crawley's mind when she awoke from her sleep that cold morning in November. She slowly sat up in her bed, streched her arms and yawned before rubbing her tired eyes and blinking repeatidly. The blonde was half tempted on going back to bed and avoid the day but that thought was quickly put down when a woman in a long, straight black dress walked in.

"Good morning, Mi'lady," said Anna, sweetly. Anna was Mary's, Edith's older sister's, lady's maid that had a heart of gold and was as loyal as they come. The three sisters were great friends with her as she would be right beside them when they needed her not matter what the situation was. "Will I bring your breakfast up here?"

"As I've told you everyday for the past week, Anna," Edith snapped, talking through her clenched teeth while not even looking at the person she was directing her speech at. "No. I am a spinster, and they get up for breakfast.!

Anna, who was not phased by Edith's anger towards her, looked upon the distraught blonde apologetically. "I'm sorry, Lady Edith-"

"No, Anna, I'm sorry," the blonde, who had her hand pressed against her head in disgrace, admitted, feeling weighed with guilt that she let the lady's maid be the target fot her anger. She slowly looked towards the blonde. "Please forgive, I'm only half myself. I know you're just trying to help me, but I must get on with normal life."

Anna's heart went out to Edith, she was going through such a tough and upsetting time. As Anna said once before "It's always sad when you love someone who doesn't love you back, no matter who you are." Anna hoped she would be happy again someday and her broken heart would be fixed by someone worthy of it. 

"I hope you know," Anna spoke gently, watching as Edith raised her gaze to meet hers. "That even though I am Lady Mary's lady's maid now, I'm still here for you. Lady Mary wouldn't mind."

Edith offered a small smile. "I'm sure she wouldn't." Mary had changed since she met her husband, Matthew. He brought out a softness in her that everyone else failed to do. But at times she could be a bit harsh or demanding but that was fine because it was Mary. 

"Oh, Anna?" Edith called, stopping the blonde from leaving the room. "Thank you."

The blonde smiled. "You're welcome."

~*~*~*~*~*~

"George... George... George!"

George Harrison began to toss and turn in his bed as the familiar voice of his manager rang through his ears. His bed was lovely and warm and he didn't want to leave it right now. His were taped shut and the gutarist preferred if they would stay that way.

"Come on, George," Brian Epstein, the Beatles' manager, called as he began to shake the sleeping form of the dark haired man. "You're going to make us late."

"Sleep..." whispered George, as he turned onto his other side and pulled the covers over his head. 

"There's no time for more sleep."

"There's never time for sleep," George snapped back, feeling paticularly fed up over being apart of success that never ends. But he instantly felt guiltly. He was so gratefully, but he was too tired to be thankful.

"Is he still in bed?" asked a soft voice, which George assumed belonged to Paul McCartney. "I'll get 'im up. You 'ave bigger fish to fry... John went back to bed."

Brian ran a hand through his neatly combed back hair. "I'll be grey before I know it," he muttered to himself before leaving the room to deal with John Lennon.

Paul scratched his head as he looked around the room, deciding what the best method was to get his mate out of bed. Suddenly, the perfect idea came to him and he took hold of the duvet that George was wrapped in and ripped it off him, tossing it to the floor.