Brielle Anderson. A shy, African-American, 22 year old.
George Harrison. A famous guitarist known for his work in The Beatles.
He likes her and she likes him. Nothing strange. But will their relationship be able to last through the troubles that co...
The next morning, we woke up and everyone in the house was getting ready for the funeral.
"Brielle, I don't think I want to do this." He said, fidgeting with his tie. "Well, George, I don't think anyone WANTS to. And I also don't think you really have a choice." I moved his hands away from his tie and helped him with it, since he was so nervous. "You're going to be fine, Alright?" I stroked his cheek softly and he kissed my hand. "Alright." He let out a huge sigh and I continued to get ready.
Everyone hopped into their cars. The other three siblings in one car, and George, Harold and I in the other. Harold seemed so sad, and I knew I couldn't imagine his pain, but I wanted to help in anyway I could. So I sat with him in the backseat and held his hand and George drove off to the funeral home. This was going to be a day no one wanted to remember. When we got there, Harold hesitated to get out of the car, but I helped him.
We headed inside and they greeted by a few people who showed up early. George had some old family and friends that he introduced me to. Then we sat down, and the sight of his mother made tears well up in his eyes. He got up and headed over to her casket, looking at her. "Ye should've stayed a bit longer, mum. You would've met yer future daughter-in-law and yer soon coming grandchild. Ye would've loved them both so much." I overheard what he said, and it made me want to blush but cry at the same time.
Right before the funeral started, someone tapped our shoulders. We both turned and were greeted by Paul, Ringo and John. I said hello to them, and George looked at the boys before tears rolled down his cheeks. He stood up and hugged them one by one, hugging Ringo for the longest.
During the funeral, I sat between George and Harold and held both of their hands throughout the service, for support. Harold shed a few years as him and his kids, including George, went up to say a few words about her.
After the service we all got back into our cars and drove to the cemetery. We all stood around the casket and watched as it was lowered into the ground. "Oh gosh..." George began to cry more, and Ringo and I held him as Paul rubbed his back softly and John watched his friend with a very sad looking face. Harold wasn't holding up either, so I went over to him and rubbed his back as he cried into my shoulder, and John stayed with George in my place. When I saw George, I knew he would be hurt, but this absolutely BROKE him.
After the burial, we headed back to the cars and drove off the the repass. While we were there, George and Peter weren't eating anything. Louise tried to get Peter to eat, but he refused. And I tried to get George to eat, but he refused as well. "Please eat something, Geo." But all he did was shake his head. I felt helpless, like I didn't know how to help. And my pregnancy harmonies got the best of me and I began to cry. I really tried to stop myself, but I couldn't help it. At least I managed to keep the volume of my crying down.
George looked at me, confused. "What's wrong?" He asked me. "I just feel so helpless. I couldn't imagine the grief you're facing, it seeing you so sad to the point of not eating makes me feel helpless." I told him and he raised his eyebrows as he began to eat. "Thank you." I said softly, and I used a napkin to wipe my tears and my nose.
After the funeral, George checked up on the boys and after we all went our separate ways and headed back home. It was really quiet when we got back, and everyone kind of just went back to their rooms. I followed George into his room and he sat on the bed and loosened his tie. "So... I was thinking of a few names for the baby." I took my dress and got ready for bed and rubbed my small, but budding baby bump. He looked at me, then noticed the bump and a smile appeared on his face.
"What names were you thinking about?" "Well, if it's a girl, we name her India Louise Harrison." His eyes widened and he looked at me and hugged me tightly. "Gosh, I love ye. I'm such a lucky man." I hugged him back and laughed softly. "I love you too." "And what about a boy?" He asked as he just rubbed my small bump slowly. Feeling the bump made me so excited. It made me realize that this was really happening. We're going to have a baby. I looked at my bump and giggled. "Um... George Jr?" He thought about it and shook his head. "No.. I want it to be different." He said as we both laid down in the bed. "How about after your father?" He shook his head. "No, not exactly."
We continued to chat about names for the rest of the night, and my plan to take his mind off of today with baby names worked. He seemed to be caught up in the conversation, which made me genuinely happy. "How about Jackson? I like that name." He thought about it and furrowed his eyebrows. "Maybeeee..." I continued to think of names until I realized George had fallen asleep, so I closed my eyes and joined him.
When we woke up, we got ready to go back home. "I wish ye didn't have to go back to soon." Louise told us and we hugged her. "I know, but I'm only a phone call away." George responses to everyone and they all smiled. "Can't wait to see my niece or nephew!" She said as she rubbed my small bump and I smiled widely. "I can't Wait either!" We both laughed and I said goodbye to everyone. I walked over to Harold and hugged him tightly. "Hang in there, Harold." I rubbed his back and he smiled at me. "Thank ye for everythin'." He said to me and I kissed his cheek. "My pleasure." I helped George being our bags to the car and then he ran back into the house and hugged his dad. "Don't forget to call." I couldn't let this moment go, so I went to them.
"Let me get a picture of you and your dad before he head back home." They stood next to each other and posed as I grabbed my camera and snapped a photo.
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"It looks great! I'll get it printed soon and I'll send it to you!" I told him and we hugged everyone once again, before getting into the car and heading back home. "So you really like the name Jackson for the baby?" He asked and Laughed as I shook my head. "Yes, I like that name." We continued to talk about the topic until we got home. I kind of regretted bringing it up last night since he wouldn't stop talking about it, but I was just happy to see him happy so I let him ramble on about the names.
