Till There Was You (George Harrison Story)

Chapter 59

"Alright." George hung up and quickly handed Zuri to me and went to grab his jacket. "Where are you going?" "John wants me to play on 'is album." I looked at him confused. "Why are you going now? The day is almost over." "He asked me to-" "I wanted to spend some time with you, but I guess I'll see you later then. If I'm not asleep."

I pouted and walked up the stairs with Zuri. I knew exactly what I was doing, and felt no shame at all. John can have him tomorrow, but right now I wanted him all to myself. A small smirk appeared on his face, as his eyes followed me up the stairs. "I'll just have to reschedule then." He said, before throwing his coat off of his body and heading back to his office to call John. "Time to sleep, Zo." I said to Zuri, who was already falling asleep in my arms. I gave her a bath and changed her into her pajamas, before putting her in her crib and kissing her forehead as she quickly fell asleep.

I walked out of the room and met George. "Get inside the bedroom. I'll meet ye in there." He kisses my lips and smacked my bum, which made me blush. He then walked into Zuri's room to say goodnight to her. As he did that, I went to the bedroom and was going to get ready for our special night, but something caught my eye on George's nightstand.

I walked over to the photo album that he was probably recently updating, and I opened it. A huge smile appeared on my face when I saw pictures of us. Us being George, Zuri, Cleo and I. I hadn't realized that he had so many pictures, but he did and I was happy. There were also pictures of him as a kid, his parents, his siblings and of course his Beatles band mates.

I continued to look through it until I got to the last page, and there were pictures of him and Pattie. Damn it. I should've just stayed out of his business. I looked through the pictures, and my insecurities began to set in again.

I immediately began to doubt myself. Why would he truly love me? I could never compete with Pattie. She's beautiful. A model. Beautiful blonde hair, and gorgeous, piercing blue eyes. A huge gap in her teeth, but nevertheless, beautiful. Why would George want me when he could have her? And she obviously wants him?

"What are ye looking at?" He asked, and I closed the photo album and put it back down. "Oh. I-Uh.. Nothing." I walked away from the album and he took my hand and pulled me close to him. "Ye ready?" He began to kiss my neck, but I pushed him away. "Sorry, Geo. I'm not in the mood anymore."

I'll never be able to compete with Pattie. She's perfect. I could never get on her level.

The more I told myself these things, the worse I felt. I believed those words. And I could feel the pain making tears form in my eyes. "Brielle? What's wrong? Why are ye crying?" George looked extremely worried and began to wipe my tears. "I-It's nothing. Don't worry about it." I removed myself from his grip and headed over to my closet, locking the door behind me. "Brielle, talk to me." George knocked, but I sat behind the door and tried to make it sound as if I was okay.

"I'm fine, George. I just need a little time." I curled up into a ball-like position. "Fine." His voice sounded like a mixture of pain and anger. I heard him grab his keys and he stomped out of the room angrily, slamming the door behind him. I felt horrible in so many different ways. I needed to take a break. I headed outside, and saw George's car gone. Who knows what time he would be back. He probably went to John, at least I hoped that he did.

I walked around Friar Park, but not too far since Zuri was sleeping, just taking in the scenery and trying to clear my head. As I did that, it began raining. Awesome. I headed back inside and got out of my wet clothes, and hopped into the shower and got into bed. Maybe some sleep might cheer me up. So I closed my eyes and fell asleep, but kind of woke up when I heard the door to the bedroom open around 3 AM. George was back. I could see his silhouette thanks to the light of the moon coming through the window.

He stumbled into the room, moving side to side and looking a bit discombobulated. "George?" I groaned out and rubbed my eyes, but he didn't respond. He just fell onto the bed, with his clothes on, and fell asleep. Me, being tired, decided to deal with it in the morning, and I went back to sleep.

The sun came up a couple of hours later, and I woke up with it. When I woke up, I realized my arm was around George's body, and his arm was around my waist. We were in a cuddly position. I was greeted by the reeking smell of alcohol. "Jeez- What the..." The second the smell reached my nose, I jumped up and tried to fan the smell away from my nose. George groaned and stirred awake, and quickly grabbed his head. "Ahh crap...." He groaned, and laid back down. "What 'appened?" He asked, and I looked over at him. "I don't know. You tell me. You came back home late last night  like this."

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. George just muttered something under his breath and got out of bed and took his clothes from the night before off. "Would ye please get me an aspirin?" He asked, and I handed him one. "Thank ye." He took it, and glanced at me through the bathroom mirror. "Would ye like to tell me why you were so upset last night?" I shook my head as I brushed my teeth. "You can be so difficult sometimes, y'know."

Wrong choice of words, George.

I rinsed out my mouth and looked at him. "Well then. I'm sorry for not being easy like Pattie, who practically just throws herself at you." I slammed my toothbrush down and got myself ready for a shower. "What are ye talkin' about?" I turned on the shower and got in, completely ignoring him. "Brielle! Stop ignorin' me! Just talk to me!" He said. "What? I can't hear you over the water!" I semi-yelled from the shower. He opened up the shower and turned the water off. "Hey!"

"Brielle, I'm trying to work this out so we can get over it, but yer acting so childish!" I decided to work with him, since I knew my insecurities were controlling my actions, and I didn't want them to ruin this relationship. I loved George too much to just let him go like that. "Do you miss Pattie?"

He looked at me as if I was smoking something or had gone crazy.

"I saw the pictures, George."

He sighed and looked down.