Till There Was You (George Harrison Story)

Chapter 16

The next morning, we got up and got ready for work again. Or more like George did, but I didn't want to get out of bed. "Come on, Brielle! We have to go!" I groaned and turned my back towards him. "But I'm so tiiiiiiired..." I groaned back, and closed my eyes, trying to get some more rest.

The room became silent, so I guess George must've left. I tried to fall back asleep, but then suddenly, the blankets were pulled off of me, and my body, especially my legs, we exposed to the somewhat chilly temperature of the room. "Hey! Why did you do that?" I asked as I curled myself into a ball position, trying to gain some heat from my body.

"We 'ave work! And we 'ave to go deal with Paul." Hearing his name made me cringe. "I don't want to do this alone." He crawled into the bed and placed my arms around his neck, so we were face to face. "Please?" "Ugh Fine!" He smiled as I let go of him and I got up and headed to the bathroom and later on, got dressed for work.

A while after, we got to the studio, and George's face changed. What I mean is that when we were at the house, he seemed fine, but now he seems angry and tense. Which was kind of rare for him.

We walked into the building and George went straight towards the boys. "Paul, can I talk to ye for a sec?" Paul nodded and put his bass down as he followed George into the hall. "What's up?" And just like that, George punched Paul straight in the face, and his nose began to bleed. "What the f*ck?" He touched his nose and winced. George rubbed his hand and bit his lip.

I just stood there, completely and utterly shocked. "Brielle told me what ye did to 'er yesterday. Don't ye ever lay another one of yer filthy fingas on her again, do ye 'ear me?" He was glaring at Paul really hard, and Paul, as much as he'd hate to admit it, was frightened. I don't think anyone's actually ever seen George fully angry. And now that we have, it's a scary thing to witness.

I could practically hear George growling as he made his way back to Paul and punched him in his jaw. "George!" I called out, and he moved away from him Paul, whose eyes were filling to the brim with tears. "F*ckin' hell...." Paul mumbled as he got up and headed towards the bathroom.

"I thought we were going to talk to him!" I said as I reached out for his hand, and noticed it was a bit bruised. "I thought so too, but when I saw 'is face, I couldn't 'elp it." "Paul can't go on the tour looking like that." "He'll be fine. 'Is nose could be on his forehead, and the fans would still love him." His comment made me laugh a little, but it stopped when Paul walked out from the bathroom and had tissues in his nose to stop the bleeding. He only glanced and George and I before heading back into the studio.

"What the f*ck 'appened to yer face?" John practically screamed out. "I don't want to talk about it." Paul said softly, and then George pushed the door opened angrily and walked in. "That little f*cker put 'is sticky fingas on me girl!" Ringo gasped and moved away from all the commotion slowly. John stood up and went over to George. " 'ave a seat, Harrison."

George followed John's instruction and sat down, but not once did he release his gaze from Paul. "We can't do the tour if ye two are bickering like two angry girls. Settle yer sh*t and let's move on." John sat back and crossed his arms like a father waiting for his kids to apologize to each other.

"I'm sorry, George. I should've respected yer relationship with Brielle. I won't ever do it again." John chuckled. "If ye do it again, you'll be missing a face. George got ye good!" Paul glared at John, so he quieted down. "I forgive you. But what I mean what I said. If ye ever go near me girl with those sticky fingas of yers, I won't hesitate to deal with ye." George said, reaching his hand out to Paul for a handshake, and Paul shook it.

"Aww I'm so proud of me boys, working things out and movin on." John began to wipe fake tears and hugged Paul and George. "Now let's get to rehearsing." They agreed and Ringo joined them once again.

Meanwhile, after seeing and hearing everything that happened, I couldn't help but feel as if everything was my fault. George's reputation with fans was changing because of me, his relationship with his band mate is changing because of me. His calm and relaxing persona was changing because of me. I've never seen or heard about George being so angry. But that changed when we began dating.

As I thought about those things, I felt as if I was going to cry. I went over to Brian's office to see if he was there so I could talk to someone, especially since he knew George before I did, but he wasn't in the office today. So I began to walk back home. Maybe Jace, Ruth or Mimi would be there. I just really needed to talk to someone.

So once I got home, I opened the door, and luckily, everyone was there. "Brielle!" Ruth and Mimi called out, and they ran up to hug me. "I feel like I haven't seen you in years!" Mimi said, and Ruth grabbed my hand and brought me to the sofa. "Yeah, I really miss you guys." I could tell that Jace noticed something was off about me. "Spill." He said, and we looked at him. "You have drama from the Fab Four. And I need details. So spill." He read me like an open book.

I began to explain to them everything that happened. And I could tell they all understood what position I was in. Thank heavens I have such amazing friends. "Let's go out. Get your mind off of things." Jace suggested, and I rubbed the back of my neck nervously. "I think I'm good. Every time I go out, someone has a problem with me looking the way I do." "Don't let those people have such power over you! Show them that you couldn't care less about what they think!" Mimi said and Ruth cheered them on.

"Alright then! Let's go!" "I have the perfect place in mind too!" Jace said, and we all headed to our rooms to get ready.