Till There Was You (George Harrison Story)

Chapter 51

I woke up the next morning and began to make breakfast for the family. George kisses my cheek and ate breakfast before heading to his office room. "Hey. I need to talk to Ye."

I couldn't help but overhear, or more like eavesdrop, and listen to what he was saying.

"Yeah, the last time ye called me phone my wife answered and she got mad at me. I'd rather ye just call me private number, Alright?" He said, and I slammed the knife down on the table. It shocked Zuri and she began to cry.

"I'm sorry, love." I put the knife down and picked up Zuri. "Daddy is just pissing mommy off." I said to her as I rubbed her back. I said and she calmed down.

When George finished his conversation, he came into the kitchen and sat down. I couldn't help but just stare at him angrily. "What's wrong, love?" "Really, George? I heard your conversation! 'Call my private number?' You obviously have something to hide." I groaned and rubbed my forehead.

He got up and placed his arms around me. "Yer just overreacting." He said softly and I pushed him off. "I should've listened to everyone else when they mentioned how you are with women. But I wanted to believe that you were different. That you changed. But I don't believe that anymore." I ran up the stairs and began to pack mine and Zuri's things.

"Stop! Brielle! Let's talk about this like two adults!" He threw my clothes out of my bag as I put them in. I screamed in frustration and I went to the kitchen, quickly grabbing Zuri and bringing her to the car. "Where are ye going? Don't leave! You promised me that you wouldn't leave me!" He said, with tears in his eyes and he looked at me. "I can't stay here with you if you keep lying to me!"

"I'm not lying, Brielle!" I began to buckle Zuri in to her car seat and George groaned. "Don't do this... please." I glared at him once I finished and got into the driver's seat. "Bri, please?" Hearing my nickname leave his mouth made me weak.

"I'll take ye to New York tomorrow and ye can meet Jo." He stood near my door and rested his arms on the rolled down window so I couldn't leave. "Jo? You call her by her nickname?" I cringed, and he unbuckled my seatbelt. "Listen to me. I'll take you to meet her and you can know the truth." He pleaded, and I couldn't help but agree with him. "Fine... I'll wait." I took Zuri out of the car and back inside.

The next day, George carried Zuri in her car seat as the three of us went on a plane to travel to New York. And somehow, the paparazzi found us and began to bombard us as we got onto the plane. "Whew!" George said as he sat down, and looked at me as I adjusted Zuri's car seat to fit the plane chair, and I buckled her in.

"Ye'll see that I'm telling ye the truth." George said, rubbing my back before I moved away. He sighed in frustration, and I couldn't help but feel bad.

When we finally reached New York, we got off the plane with Zuri who was wide awake, enjoying the scenes around her, and we went to the hotel we planned on staying at. We got to our room and George put our bags down, and I placed Zuri's car seat down. "I'm going to call Jo and tell her to come over." He quickly reached for the phone and began to dial the number.

"We don't have to do this right now, George." "No I have to. I hate it when yer mad at me." Jo answered the phone and he proceeded to invite her.

And not too long after, there was a soft knock at the door, and George had gotten up to open it. "Hey Jo." He hugged her and invited her in. She was about my height, which is average. She had straight brown hair and a slightly curvaceous body.

I greeted her and she smiled at me. "You're as beautiful as George described." I look over at George, who was smiling at me, then I looked back at her. "I know that my call the other day wasn't appropriate. And I'm sorry. But George told me about your situation, and I really have to let you know that nothing happened between us. I'm a married woman. A happily married one, thanks to George's advice. I don't want to come between you and your husband." She gave me a reassuring smile, and she had very beautiful and deep dimples.

"I-I understand. Thank you for telling me." "You're absolutely welcome. I just hate that it got to this point. I feel awful." She said, looking down at the floor with a guilty look on her face, and my compassionate side came out. "It's alright, don't feel bad. It's not your fault." "Thank you for not blaming me or anything. I feel so much better. And I hope you do too." She said, and as much as I wanted to hate her, I couldn't. She seemed like a genuinely sweet and kind person, and I didn't want to be rude.

"Would you like to stay and talk? Are you hungry?" I asked her and she smiled widely as she shook her head. "No. I'm alright. And My husband and I are going out to spend some time together before the concert tomorrow." She said goodbye to George and myself, then left.

"Do you believe me now?" He asked and placed himself next to me. "Yeah, I guess so. I'm sorry for not believing you before." I rested my head on his shoulder, and he held me close. "We should be able to trust each other. We're in a committed relationship. We are married. I'm only in love with one woman, and that's ye." I smiled at him and placed a passionate kiss on his lips. "Well I'm sorry if I get jealous because my wonderful, handsome and gorgeous husband attracts so many women." "But I only want and need ye." He emphasized and moved some loose strands of hair from my face to behind my ears.

"Baba!" Zuri managed to crawl over to us and pulled his pant leg. He leaned over and picked her up, kissing her forehead and holding her. He began to get a bit caught up playing with Zuri, so I began to get our clothes for the concert tomorrow ready.