𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 | GEORGE HARRISON

𝘯𝘪𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘢

i never liked getting into trouble. especially not with my parents. not that they were harsh, because they weren't, but because i hated disappointing people. i could barely sleep, but my eyelids began to somehow weigh a hundred pounds and i couldn't help but drift off. when ronnie dropped me off back at my house, i was afraid my parents would just know.

but they didn't.

when i fell asleep, the first thing i saw was george, as per usual. he wasn't smiling one bit-in fact, he looked irritated.

"hey," i shortly said, looking down to see what i was wearing that night. i never wore the same dress twice.
tonight i wore a stunning yellow dress with blue flowers on the sleeves and on the outlining seams.

i was standing in front of the cottage with george leaning in the doorway, elbows cocked on his hips. "hi," he grumbled, lips pursed in a straight line. "seems like you had fun tonight," unamused, george walked backwards into the cottage.

i didn't know what to say, so i just silently followed him. he sat down on one of the chairs, fingers interlocking together to solemnly meet.

"what you did was pretty dangerous... going to a college party without any adult around, just talking to anyone without a care in the world." he pressed his index fingers to his temple, rubbing back and forth hypnotically, almost like he wanted to put me into a trance. or relieve himself of a headache.

"yeah, pretty much," i sat down next to him, smiling slightly.

he frowned even more if that was possible. "you could've gotten in trouble-or hurt!" he pressed, and i wondered why he acted this way. he was always so easygoing and fun-loving. calm.

but then i realized why. he only wanted me to time travel back to him. "you're just saying this because i'm supposed to time travel." i sighed.

"i'm saying this because i care about you!" george's voice rose, and for the first time, i saw how angry he could get. it didn't frighten me, it only surprised me. "i care about you." he repeated, but this time much softer.

i shook my head. "but... why?"

i didn't expect him to shrug, but he did. he shrugged his shoulders with his brows furrowed and bottom lip bit. "i've really grown to like you, really," he must've realized how angry he was getting. "ah, look at me. i'm acting like an old man."

"you are an old man," i reminded him. technically, he would've turned seventy-six this year. would've.

he ignored my comment, instead muttering, "do you know why i want you specifically to come see me when i was younger?"

"no,"

the shadow of a smile appeared on his face. "you know... i appeared in many people's dreams before yours. olivia, dhani, paul, jeff lynne, other fans. i knew you were a fan, so i thought, why not? i didn't know how wonderful of a person you were-are. you are. you're wonderful." saying this, i recognized a solemn tone as he spoke.

coming from george harrison, former beatles member and one of the greatest guitarists of all time, this resonated with me long after. he thinks i'm wonderful.

i couldn't think of anything to say. actually, i knew what i wanted to say to him, but i saved myself the embarrassment and just nodded, holding back tears as we sat across from each other.

"when i was younger, i would always... be angry with myself when i'd meet a girl and we'd talk, but she wouldn't be interested although she conveyed a... how do i say this... sense of excitement to see me. i wanted to find my soulmate-expected to find the one right away. but i didn't. not until i found olivia. she was my rock for so long. then, i died and everyone was gone. not just my soulmate. my family, friends, lovers. i watched a lot of people mourn my death, and it hit me; i wasn't going to reincarnate. i reached nirvana already. i was complete."

he sounded so wise, so all-knowing. a lot of what he said didn't make sense, but i nodded anyways. "what's nirvana?"

"it's... as the traveling wilburys said, the end of the line. i believed in reincarnation and that there was a cycle, birth and rebirth. i wanted to reach nirvana, and i did. but with that came disappointment. i wanted to see my friends again, one way or another. for the past eighteen years, i've been reaching them through dreams. i want you to meet me. not dream me, the real me." he explained all very slowly.

i nodded, thoughts racing through my mind. how could i have thought he only wanted to manipulate me into time traveling to see him! he just wanted to be happy with me.
the two of us let his words float around for a minute or so while i was in deep thought. was i going to do this? i didn't have a choice. after tonight, i had to. george convinced me, and he wasn't even trying to.

"i'll do it," i found steadiness and stood up.

he looked at me and smiled confusedly. "do what?"

"i'll time travel to see you."