she's leaving home 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 [𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐰𝐨]

III

[𝟏𝟖.𝟎𝟖.𝟔𝟐.]

george harrison woke up at exactly eleven in the morning. he brushed his mop hair out of his face, wondering how long he'd been asleep. it was a foggy night. george spent the whole evening at john's apartment, celebrating his fiancée cynthia's pregnancy. she only just announced the pregnancy, and the party was wonderful. it lasted nearly all night. everyone drank. except for cynthia, obviously.

head in a swirl, george swung his legs over the bedside. he didn't notice the girl sitting cross-legged on the chair nearby. he rubbed his eyes, murmuring something about being pissed. "your mother said you'd wake up an hour ago," he heard from behind him. he barely jumped. he just slowly turned around. he recognized her voice immediately. "hello, george," molly half grinned, anticipating the hug that was to come.

instead, george stared at her until it got uncomfortable. "what're you doing here?" he grimaced.

molly wasn't expecting that. her smile quickly faded from her willing, eager face. "i came to visit you," wiping her bangs out of her eyes, she wondered what was wrong. "don't you want to see me?"

only in his bright blue boxers and a white tee-shirt, george laughed. "well, in this state, particularly not," he smirked.

"oh, please, george. i've seen more of you than that," molly retorted as she stood from the rocking chair in the corner of his small, familiar bedroom. his walls were off white while the curtains still remained where they always were; half-opened. his hair was shorter, but not drastically. it was plastered on his forehead from sweat from the night before. he looked tired. older. more rugged, like he'd seen things. "i haven't seen you in forever!" she moved forward to hug him, but he slowly moved away.

"i know," he nodded. molly furrowed a brow-she didn't expect the meeting to go this way at all. she expected him to welcome her back with open arms, practically foaming at the mouth to see her again. this was not the case.

molly scowled. "a lot's happened since..." she said above a mutter. george turned his head sideways like a curious dog. he sat back down on the bed, molly not far in front of him. "i... uh... found out my dad is a horrible person," she wanted to laugh, but held back. she was still pretty messed up.

george hardly reacted the way she thought he would. "oh," he simply mumbled, slumping his shoulders. molly finally just decided to sit down beside him. "thats why you're back." he stated..

"what's wrong with you, then?" molly crossed her arms uncomfortably. george was never this narky around her. george looked surprised she would ask that. "you're... different," she acknowledged.

"...maybe you're the one who's changed, mayweather." he remarked back, stiffly standing from the bed to find clothes. "ever think that?"

molly didn't predict his reaction one bit. he was short with his words and even used her last name. he never called her by her last name. she stood up to him, staring over his shoulder into his small dresser drawer. he grabbed a shirt and tie along with some black trousers.

when he turned back to her, she decided to say something. "george, what's gotten into you? you're being... you're being ridiculous!" she stuttered. she never had to seriously stand up to george harrison before.

"what, me? i'm just fine!" he slammed his belt to his hips after thrusting his legs into his trousers. tucking his shirt in, molly sensed a tension in his voice. "yeah, molly, i'm brilliant. thank you so much for your fucking CONCERN!" he shouted. molly wasn't used to george shouting unless it was for a joke.