Till There Was You (George Harrison Story)

Chapter 15

Once I thought the boys left, I put on a pair of pants and went into the kitchen. No one was in the main room anymore, thank heavens. I walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

"Hello, Brielle."

I gasped as the voice scared me, and I turned quickly to see Paul coming out from the bathroom. "Oh hey Paul! I thought you left." I placed my hand on my chest and laughed softly. He walked a bit closer to me and smiled. "Well I was on me way out." He was standing pretty close behind me, and I felt pretty uncomfortable.

"Hey Paul... you're standing kind of cl-" "Shh... calm down love." I tried to move away, but his hands tightened around my waist. "Get off of me Paul!" I turned around and pushed him off. "George could never compete with me. I could make you feel so much better." My eyes widened at what he was saying. "Of course George could never compete with you! He is a way better man than you'd ever be! What would Linda say about this? Get out!"

He huffed and grabbed his water and walked out. Once he left, George came back inside and he must've noticed the look on my face. "Bri, are ye Alright?" He asked and walked over to me. "Um... Paul... he.. He was flirting with me and touching me..." I managed to stutter out, and George's attitude changed. "What? Are ye okay? What did he do to ye? How did he touch ye?" I took some deep breaths and explained everything.

"Damn it!" He growled and punched the closest wall. He looked back at me and hugged me, and I hugged him back. "We will deal with him tomorrow at work. He needs to know that yer me girl. No one else's. But thank ye for telling me." He kissed my forehead and held me close. I was a bit traumatized, really, but George's hug made me feel a lot better.

For the rest of the day, we had a water fight and sat and admired the garden and it was FUN! He told me that I was going to get wet no matter what *wink wink* and he delivered. I was soaking wet by the time we finished. He was wet too, but not as much as me. And we held hands as we looked around his garden and he talked to me about the plants and flowers he planted.

After we dried off and fixed ourselves, George had an idea. "Let's go out tonight." "Where?" "Another restaurant maybe?" So I agreed.

George sat on the bed and watched me closely. "I want to see what very sexy and gorgeous, yet extra outfit ye have in mind." He crossed his arms and smiled. So if George wants a fashion show, he's going to get one. I went into the walk in closet and changed.

"What do you think?" I did a small spin in front of him, and I bowed a little. "Wow... I-" he stopped talking and it made me blush. "Thanks, Geo." "I would love it if ye could style me clothes." He chuckled softly and I laughed. "Sure. Why not? Maybe we can go to the store after work tomorrow." He nodded in agreement and he changed into his outfit.

"Very basic. I know." Even though he thought it was basic, I found it extremely sexy. "Basic to you. Extremely sexy to me. I might have to fight some girls off tonight, just to keep them away from you." We both laughed and we linked arms as he took me to his car.

We drove around a bit as we listened to some Elvis in the car. I've heard a few Elvis songs, so I knew a few of them, but George definitely knew a lot more of them than I did. We found a restaurant that caught our attention, so he parked and we went in. It was pretty expensive looking, but not the most expensive thing I've seen. But I didn't care, because I was with George.

When we got a table, I looked around to make sure we didn't have any distractions. (Yes I'm talking about Pattie and Paul). No one I recognized was there, so that's good.

But I was a bit shocked when the waitress came to our table and began to fangirl over George. It was kind of awkward. I understood where she came from though, but now wasn't the appropriate time.

When she took our order and walked away, I could see her chatting with her coworkers, pointing out George to them. Then they all came over to the table and asked for autographs, in which he happy obliged to give to them.

I could feel their stares on me, and it made me more uncomfortable. "Are you George's girlfriend?" One of them asked, when her friend shook her head. "No that's not her. George likes people like me." She flipped her long, flimsy, full-of-dead-ends hair over her shoulder and I couldn't help but chuckle and shake my head.

"But I saw her in that magazine, and they said she was his girlfriend." They talked as if they weren't standing right next to our table. "Ladies, I really appreciate the support and love ye shown me, but this really isn't appropriate." When they realized he was getting defensive, they looked at me. "Oh that's definitely his girlfriend." The waitress said, and the other agreed.

Our waitress grabbed her friend's hand and began to walk away as George thanked them. "But she's black..." I heard her say, and apparently so did George. "Did ye gals have something to say?" He stood up and called to them. "Uh no sir." They shook their heads, but George laughed. "I'm pretty sure ye made a statement about me GIRLFRIEND'S race. For yer information, she's human just like anyone in this room. I love her for who she is. And ye said ye thought I'd like girls like ye. But I don't. Fake girls who think they're more superior to someone because of their race. And that's the most stupid thing to ever exist. People like you anger me. You may feel like yer betta than her, but in reality, she's far better than ye'll ever be."

The whole restaurant was quiet except for a few cameras flashing from the paparazzi, who managed to find us. I know this is going to end up in the paper tomorrow. The waitresses looked horrified and the other blonde one was shaking in fear and shock. "I can't eat 'ere. Let's go, love." He looked at me, and I just stood up and followed him. As we got into the car, I could see her boss yelling at them. Probably for mistreating a customer. Especially a celebrity customer, which they probably don't get a lot. I felt bad, but not really. Stupidity and Ignorance gets dealt with accordingly.

He sat in the driver's seat and sighed, as he seemed a bit frustrated. "I can't take ye anywhere without someone stupid saying something about ye." I held his hand and kissed his cheek. "Thank you. For all of that. And we'll find a nice place to go where we won't get shamed, especially me." He gripped onto my hand with a slight smile on his face.

We went in search for another restaurant, and when we did find one, we actually were able to eat and have a good time.

But I'll never forget about how he stood up for me time after time. I love him.