Your POV
I'm lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, not finding the strength to get up and move around. I've ignored all calls, no matter if it was from George or any of the girls. As disappointed as I was in George, I knew it wasn't his fault. That groupie came up to him. I love that man more than anything in the world, and now he probably thinks I hate his guts.
I should just face it, I'm never getting him back.
Such a strong and beautiful relationship, broken all at once.
"Wake me up when I'm dead."
George's POV
The flight on the way back seemed to take years, and I just wanted to jump out from the regret and pain I felt. I normally sat with Ringo, but I just wanted a spot where I was alone so I could work everything out in my mind, praying that she still loved me. I doubt it, she hasn't replied to anyone's calls, wait- that could only mean...no, she couldn't have. She wouldn't commit suicide.
Would she?
Your POV
I look out the window and watch as the droplets of rain trickle down.
Suddenly, I get an idea. Possibly a bad one, but I feel like I have no choice. I get the courage to walk to the bathroom, and there they lay.
George's POV
I turn the key to our house, and call for my angel.
"Y/N? Are you here? Listen, I need to talk to you."
There is no answer.
"Y/N? You ok?"
Suddenly I see the worst possible sight I could ever see.
(That sucked, but I'll update all of these if they need it before the story is over, which is soon by the way)
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If I Needed Someone
FanfictionYour friendship with George Harrison is the strongest friendship in the entirety of Liverpool, so strong that you two even promise that you'll get married when you get older. This isn't just one of those childish promises that friends make who forge...
