Till There Was You (George Harrison Story)

Chapter 32

I woke up the next day alone. I knew George wasn't that far though. I got up and called Adam, Jace, Mimi and Ruth to tell them the news. "I'm so sorry!" Mimi said, and Ruth began to sniffle. "I just want you to know that It's not your fault!" Their words helped me a bit, but I couldn't help but feel awful.

After the calls, I got up and took a shower. But it was hard for me, since I saw the bleeding mixing with the water as it went down the drain. I couldn't stop blaming myself for it, and I hated myself for not being able to take care of the baby.

After my shower, I put some clothes on and just hopped back into bed. I didn't feel like doing anything today. I just wanted to be alone. And I was until George peeked his head through the door and then walked over to me. "How are ye feeling?" He stroked my cheek, but I turned away from him. "Stop blaming yerself. It's not yer fault." I listened to what he was saying, but I didn't respond. I didn't know what to say.

He went over to his side of the bed and looked at me. "You can't stay here all day. Let's go check on the garden." I sat up and looked over at him angrily. "You're acting like our child didn't just die inside of me. What's wrong with you? Did you not want her or him?" I asked, and George's eyes widened as he gave me the same angry look back. "How dare ye say that? I know what 'appened! And I'm deeply hurt about it, but there's nothing we can do about it now! Yes, I'm upset but I've decided not to just stay in bed and cry about it. That baby was me child too. I can't believe ye would even say somethin' like that."

I laid back and placed my hand in my hair. "Whatever." I turned my back towards him and he groaned. "Please, let's just go to the garden and relax. Let's get some fresh air." He said, his tone a lot softer than before as he began to rub my back softly. "No! Don't touch me!" I pushed his hand off and ran out of the room. I went to one of the guest rooms and slammed the door shut and locked it.

I sobbed into the pillow as I gripped on the sheets. I missed the baby. I wanted the baby so much, and as quickly as it came, it was gone. I felt helpless and alone, even though George was there. "Brielle... open the door." George said, trying to open the door. He heard me sob and he sighed. "This isn't fair to me. I'm upset too. If anything, we should be comforting each other. But yer acting as if yer the only one that's hurt." George's voice cracked as he spoke.

"Please George. Just go away." I said softly as I sobbed. I heard his footsteps as he walked away from the door.

Hours had passed, and I didn't move from my spot. I heard the sound of keys jingling before the door swung open and George came in and grabbed my hand. "We are going out. Come on." He tried to pull me up from the bed, but I shook my head. "Stop, GEO!" I said, as he pulled me out of bed and put some shoes on my feet and dragged me outside. I winced as my body met the sunshine.

"No more moving around and being depressed. Life is too short." He put me in the car and got to the driver's side, quickly locking the door and driving off. "George, no... please..." I pleaded but he stopped me. "We are going to 'ave fun, and yer going to like it." He drove to the zoo I planned on working at, and I gasped. Excitement quickly took over, and once George parked, we got out of the car and headed towards the entrance. I was still a bit unsure about this, but George held my hand, and I felt that I wasn't alone.

We roamed around the zoo and enjoyed ourselves, even though George was stopped to sign autographs and take pictures, which I didn't mind at all. Just seeing the animals were like a breath of fresh air. The air being what I needed. I even got to feed a few of them and just hang out with them, which made me so happy.

After our little zoo tour, George and I walked back to the car. "It's beautiful how well ye work with the animals." His comment made me blush, and I held his hand a bit tighter. "Thank you. For the compliment and today. I really needed this to take my mind off of things." George let go of my hands and placed his arm around my shoulders. "I know ye needed it. I was going to leave for the day, but I knew I couldn't. And when I was frustrated with the band, you didn't just leave me alone. Ye took care of me. Which I appreciated so much." Once we got to the car, I looked at him and quickly hugged him. "Yer not alone, Brielle. Ye have me." We just stood there and hugged each other, and I cried into his shirt.

They weren't sad tears though, they were grateful tears. Grateful for someone like George in my life. Someone to go through ups and downs with. Someone who understood me, and knew what I needed in a time like this. We got into the car and went back home to spend some time with each other. We watched a movie, wearing matching pajamas, and we cuddled with each other. As we were watching the movie, George rested his head on my shoulder and kissed my neck softly. His hands snuck up my shirt and began to massage my nipples, which hardened them. I moaned, but moved his hands from my breast.

"What are you doing?" I asked and he smirked. "Just giving ye some love and affection." He smiled sweetly. "Well that's going to have to wait." "Fine.." he grumbled, which made me laugh, and we continued to watch the movie.