In My Life - George Harrison/The Beatles

Chapter Twenty Eight: London Calling

Two days had passed since the Empire concert, and Connie and George had been inseparable. It was almost like the old days, if the old days had included them sleeping together and making love countless amounts of time, kissing and cuddling until the early hours. George had spent every waking hour with Connie since the two had declared their love to each other, and since he could no longer walk around town freely without the risk of being mobbed, the two of them stayed hidden inside her house. In the house they had plenty of time to spend with each other, talking and joking around, Connie cooking for George whilst he played his guitar.

Even though they hadn't had that conversation yet, it was as if they were some sort of couple. That seemed to be something that was heightened by the fact that they slept together, savouring each other's presence as they squeezed into Connie's single bed, and there was something about waking up wrapped in George's arms that felt so right to Connie. It felt comfortable, safe, like it was where she was meant to be.

That was something she fully realised on the morning before she was meant to go back to London. She woke up, feeling a dull ache in her chest as she instantly understood that the peaceful happiness the two of them had previously been enjoying would soon be ending upon her return to reality. Soon, she would be returning to London, and who knew what would happen then. It wasn't like the last time she visited home though, when she felt hopeless in her despairing lonliness. This trip had re-awoken something within her, a passion for life and a joy for those around her, and maybe her newfound closeness with George was key in her realising that it didn't have to be as bad as it once was. She didn't have to feel so separate from her past life in Liverpool, cutting herself off from her roots to appeal to how the southerners acted. She didn't have to give people power over her, she was who she was, and there was no changing her, not anymore at least.

She forced away any thoughts of going back to London, deciding just to focus on enjoying her last day at home, and it was then that she opened her eyes with a contented sigh, savouring the feeling of George's arms holding her tightly. Through tired eyes, she looked up from where she had nuzzled her face into the crook of George's neck, seeing he was also awake, though for how long she wasn't sure, his gaze fixed on her softly as he watched her. He was looking at her as if he was trying to memorise the details of her face, knowing they would soon be separated, but at the sight of her awake a small smile creeped up onto his face.

"Mornin', love," he said, his voice still rough from sleep, pushing a gentle kiss onto her forehead, making her smile softly as she rested her head back down onto his chest.

"Mornin', Georgie," she whispered, leaning her hand around to stroke his hair, savouring every second of being so close to him, knowing that she would soon be waking up alone again as soon as she was back in London. "I love this,"

"Love what?" he asked, his smile growing at the sight of her content expression.

"Bein' with you like this, it feels... nice, y'know? Like we were both being a pair of idiots this whole time," she sighed. "We've lost so much time not talking to each other properly, and now..."

It was harder than she thought, to try not to think about the inevitable. As soon as the thought of being back in her London flat alone, back at work surrounded by people who didn't understand her, back where she was so far away from the man she loved, she cringed. A grimace crossed her face, one that George noticed and immediately hated, knowing how much she had struggled in the past with living alone down south. He didn't want to think of her suffering, not now she'd finally opened up to him and accepted her feelings, so he pushed another kiss to her forehead, hoping it would act as some sort of reassurance as he interrupted her mid-worry. 

"Quit thinkin' about tomorrow, alright?" he told her, rolling her off his chest so he could look at her properly. "Yeah, we've missed time but we're not gonna do that anymore, are we? I'm not giving up on you that easy, I'm not losing you again,"