𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 | george harrison

seventeen

george's pov

as michelle laid asleep next to me with her long blonde tangles sprawled out just as much as she was, i couldn't help but admire her beauty. it was almost unreal to me that she even existed, let alone existed with me. everything about her, from the crook of her nose to the tip of her chin.

she's perfect.

she's perfect to me.

i reached my hand out and gently brushed the hair off of her face, causing her to stir a bit. she winced at my touch.

odd.

i touched her yet again, considering she usually relaxed immediately just from the brush of my hand.

she began to groan and mumble inaudible sounds and she tossed and turned back and fourth.

"babe?" i whispered softly.

"mmm," she turned again, her face now in her pillow. "paul."

my heart stopped.

why is she saying his name... in her sleep?

michelle's pov

i woke up the next morning to the sunlight of my hometown shining through the windows... and an empty spot beside me in bed. i sat up, growing confused as i looked around the room.

"george?" i called out. i waited a moment for a response before pulling myself out of bed. i quickly slipped on my dress from last night before investigating where he could've disappeared to.

i looked around the entire square footage of the fairly sized hotel room, and he wasn't to be found. in a panic, i quickly gathered up my purse and rushed downstairs; ready to file a missing persons ad if he didn't show on the way down.

i ran into the lobby frantically, and to my surprise, george was down there. he was standing at the main desk, handing over the keys and receiving his id and credit card back. i walked up behind him, confused and a little upset.

"why would you be down here without me? if i hadn't woken up would you have just... left?" i asked, causing even the receptionist to grow interested.

he turned to me timidly and grabbed a hold of my wrist. "don't be an idiot. of course i wouldn't leave without you." he stopped and looked at the older woman behind the desk with wide eyes. "there's nothing to see here, ma'am. shows over."

he began to pull on me, expecting me to follow him blindly after he very clearly just insulted my intelligence.

"i can walk on my own, thanks." i shot out, yanking my arm out of his grip and crossing both of them.

he sighed deeply and continued walking a couple paces ahead of me.

once we reached the vehicle, i stood at my side for a moment, only to see george immediately walk to the drivers side without acknowledging me.

i know it's silly, but he always opened the door for me.

i opened the car door, plopped myself in, and slammed it shut. as soon as my side was closed, he started the engine and we were out of there.