Love comes to everyone | George Harrison (COMPLETE)

Part 19

*things are pretty normal until....😳*

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The next morning, I wake up pretty cold and to my surprise, George was gone.

My heart skips a beat upon the realization and abruptly get out of the bed only to see a little note placed on the dressing table.

"I knew you'd be surprised when you don't find me in the house. I just have to run back to my hotel where all my clothes are and will be back before afternoon. Can't wait to be inside that tight, little pussy of yours..

-Gege."

I sigh a breath of relief and also blush at the closing statement.

I hit the shower instantly and change into my best outfit, an off shoulder white blouse and a red pleated, short skirt.

It was only 10 in the morning and I still had couple of hours before George came home so I decided to vacuum the place and also prepare some lunch for the two of us.

Right about an hour later, a subtle knock on the door, alerted me of George's arrival.

He was home rather quick and I was surprised at his early coming.

I lift my skirt a little higher and adjust my boobs through the top, just to give George one of the the best views of his life, as he walked in.

The knocks grow and as I flung the door open, I see Paul, wearing a rather cheeky look on his face.

"Paul?"

His pupils expand and his eyes linger up and down my body and I couldn't have felt more embarrassed than this.

I could feel my cheeks burn in discomfort.

"Paul, what are you doing here? How did you find my address?"

"Oh um.. I went to your place of work that day and they told me you left early, so I asked them for your address and well... here I am..."

He smirks and steps inside the house as he speaks.

I cannot help but to invite him in and lead him to the living room.

"Why are you here Paul?"

I ask him, crossing my arms.

"Nothing, I- I was hoping to see you again before I leave and well..."

He chuckles softly.

"Well look Paul, I don't know what you are really for but you cannot be here alright? Whatever happened between us that night was a one time thing only.... it was a drunken mistake! It wasn't suppose to happen."

I say, expecting Paul to laugh at my face, however he doesn't.

"Y'know what Cecilia.. you are absolutely right. It was a mistake and we were both out of senses and.. it clearly shouldn't have happened.."

He looked genuinely upset, so I went and sat beside him and took his hand on mine.

"It's okay Paul .. we have been through the worse and this is probably nothing as compared to that.."

Paul giggles and looks straight into my eyes.

"Are you still mad at me for whatever I did to you?"

He finally asks.

I exhale sharply and say, "Well if you want an honest answer then yes.. probably! But not too much... just a little.."

"I know..", he says, "I'd be mad at me too.."

I place one of my hands on his cheek and smile at him.

I could see he was trying to hold back his tears and at this point I knew, how bad he actually regreted his actions.

Something suddenly comes over me and leaning forward, I press my lips on his and kiss him passionately.

He doesn't think twice and kisses me back, cupping my cheek and pulling me deeper into the kiss.

The kiss wasn't forced neither arousing. It was gentle and tender.

As we break apart, our lips were pink and swollen and our eyes, wet with tears.

We didn't have anything left to do between us and it made both of us relief that neither of us had any feelings for each other anymore.

Paul's train was leaving at 1, so he had to leave for the station right about now.

I didn't want to say goodbye to him, for I didn't know when else will I get to see him again.

"Tell mom I said 'love you'.."

"Like love me, or love her?"

Paul jokes and I nudge him playfully on his chest.

We hug for one last time, before he leaves and he places two soft kisses under my ears.

"Be good."

He says, getting inside his cab.

"You better be good."

I snicker and just with that, he waves his hand at me and leaves, again.

A big burden lifts off my chest and I couldn't help but to sigh in delight, now that I finally found my closure.

I was over Paul and over my past and I was ready to start my new life with George. I honestly couldn't have asked for more and giggling to myself like a little baby, close the door behind me and go onto prepare lunch.

George's POV:-

I get out of the taxi, holding the only baggage I brought along with me.

I was way too excited and happy to get back to Cecilia once again.

She made me so happy and so good about myself.

I don't remember being this happy with anyone in years.

Yes, there were casual acquaintances along the way and regular occasions but Cecilia was really different than the rest.

She made me relive my days of youth when I didn't loath myself as I used to now, before she stepped into my life.

She made my insides melt and heart race. She could reduce me to tears with a single sigh.

Wow, I was so in love with her, it was hurting.

I pull my wallet out to pay the driver when a little box rolls out of my pocket.

It was a ring. A ring I brought for Cecilia the moment, she left the other day.

Perhaps it was a little too early to pop the question to her but...

I quickly pay the driver and walk into the porch, blushing to myself at the thought of Cecilia, just when I see a man kissing her...

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*a/n

Funny story!
I was so emotionally and physically invested on my John book that I completely forgot about this book and I am pretty sure, my readers were too.

Well... at least I remembered.!

And a huge shoutout to Paul for being a sensible guy for once in his life and finding redemption!!

Peace and love!!
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