Came up with an idea. There's gonna be some angsty George in this one. So lets get to it. Thanks for getting this book to 100+ reads.
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Name: Maeve Ann Harrison
Beatle: Joj Parisol
Year: 1968
Relationship Status: Wife for 3 years.
Maeve fiddles around in the kitchen, making dinner and making sure everything is in perfect order for when George comes home. "I hope he likes this?" Maeve questions, smoothing her floral patterned skirt and black shirt.
She sits down and calms herself. Fifteen minutes pass and Maeve starts to worry. "He said he would be home by 7:45." She fiddles with her fingers.
She soon sees a frazzled and exhausted George come into the shared flat.
"How was work, sweetie?" You asked, standing and kissing his cheek. "Just fine." George grunts, placing a quick kiss on your cheek. Before making a beeline for the kitchen.
"You sure." Maeve standing in the doorway. "Yes. Is said fine. Can we just get dinner done and over with." George snapped.
You got quiet and sat at the table. You tried and failed at making small talk. "So, how was the band today? Extra bitchy?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. George just stared blankly at his fork, not eating a single thing on his plate.
George soon got up and tossed his dish in the sink. "I need to do something." And with George down the hall and to his music room.
"What's his problem." Maeve whispered, getting the dishes and cleaning dinner. "Oh, baby. Will be in for a surprise." Maeve self-consciously rubbing her impregnated body.
Thirty minutes passed and George still hadn't come out of his music room. You started getting worried. Maeve snaked her way over to George's sacred music room. You put your ear up to the door and heard noises. You knocked on the door. No answer.
You sat there waiting seeing what would. Five minutes pass. Maeve opens the door to George and Pattie in a compromising position. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Maeve screamed and shut the door.
Maeve ran back into the living room and broke down into a heap of tears. You soon feel your not alone. Maeve turned around and was face to face with the one bastard you never want to see again, George Fucking Harrison. "I'm sorry you had to see that." George meekly stated, rubbing the back of his neck.
SMACK. Was the sound that resounded in the living room. Maeve smacked George. "What the fuck." George cradled his cheek. "Oh, you know why." Maeve spat.
"Pattie go back into the room. I'd rather not see you fucking face." Maeve yelled. "Hey, don't talk to Pattie like that." George defended.
"You're gonna defend her more than your own wife. YOUR FUCKING WIFE. Who might I add is fucking pregnant with your child." Maeve yelled, making for Pattie.
"Why do you think I did it?" George asked. You paused for a moment. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD." Maeve screeched and lunged for George. George deflected the attack.
"You need to leave. NOW." George eyed Pattie. Pattie scurried and was about to leave when she turned right back around and planted a sloppy kiss on George's lips. "YOU FUCKING BITCH." Maeve screeched again, sitting on the floor. Maeve got up and lunged for Pattie's money maker.
Maeve this time was successful. Maeve and Pattie were in a hair-pulling match. It soon stopped when George yelled. "Everyone stop."
Maeve and Pattie stopped and looked over to see George walking over to them. George helped Pattie up. "Aren't you gonna help me up?" Maeve asked. George reluctantly helped her up.
Maeve soon sat on the couch. George and Pattie were gonna go back and continue their canoodling.
"We aren't done here." Maeve yelled. "Yes. We are." George said, turning for a few seconds looking you straight in the eyes. "We are over." George finally said. George continued into his music room and it went quiet.
You heard the racket coming from the music room. Your body soon racked with sobs. Maeve composed herself and went to the room. She packed her few belongings. She made her way for the door. And when she went to open the door she saw Mo's face.
"What do you want?" Maeve asked. "Where's George?" Maureen questioned. "In the music room." Her face soon had a mischievous smile plastered on it.
You let Mo through and then went out the building and caught a cab. Maeve is now a free woman.
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A/N
Hello. Angsty George has no remorse. He's breaking hearts left and right, just to get some. Should I do a pert 2 of this where you see the outcome of Mo, Pattie and George's love triangle. I think that would be cool and it could be written in any one of there POV's. Buh-Bye now 🦔
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