I had told George about everything I had discussed with my uncle the day before. George told me he thought I should stay in London, but I still wasn't completely convinced. Mostly because if I stayed in London, it seemed like I'd be going backwards instead of forwards.

There was almost no chance I'd be able to get over George if all I had to do was ride an elevator down to see him like I had today.

"Another cup?" George asked politely holding up the tea kettle, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"No thanks." I smiled, I had already had four cups of tea this morning while we talked.

"Mo and I are going to lunch." Ringo informed us as he and Maureen emerged from his room dressed up.

"Have fun." I spoke turning in my chair to be able to see the two of them clearly.

"We will." Maureen smirked looking back to Ringo who was smiling back at her with his eyebrows cocked. Maureen waved before the both of them walked out the front door hand in hand.

"What time is it?" I asked, my eyes widening in sudden realization of how long I've spent in their flat talking to George.

"Quarter to twelve." He answered looking at his wrist watch.

"I should go, I'm supposed to meet Victor for lunch. This was so lovely, thank you." I nodded my head with a grin grabbing my bag from the ground and standing up.

"I-I can drive you." George insisted abruptly as I scrambled to get my bag on my shoulder, his face slightly serious before smiling once he saw my attention shifted to him.

"Oh, I don't want to make you go out of your way." I shook my head.

"It's not, I was going that way anyway." George nodded with a grin.

"Alright." I cracked a small smile knowing I hadn't even told him which direction the restaurant was.

George smiled triumphantly.

He walked me out of the flat to his car, and we departed for the restaurant Victor and I had decided on after I had gotten the chance to tell George where it was.

"How long have you been seeing, him?" George asked keeping his eyes fixed to the road as he drove.

"This is our first date." I admitted holding my breath, feeling slightly awkward talking about it with George.

He nodded and continued to drive in silence until we had arrived. He stopped the car on the side of the road in front of the restaurant.

"Thank you for the ride George." I smiled looking over to him from the window where my attention had previously been consumed, seeing that his face was now very near to as he leaned over the console.

His eyes flicked down to my lips for a moment then back to my eyes.

"I'll see you soon." He smiled exposing his fang like teeth.

My eyes became fixated on his lips as I inhaled his scent, smelling no smoke to my content, but instead very heavy smell of sandalwood.

I smiled to myself, my lips parting slightly as I watched a his smug smile drop slightly.

I rose my eyes to his, seeing he was watching me very intently, his breathing becoming heavy. With a sly grin I mindlessly brushed a piece of his long hair away from his eyes gently.

"I'll see you later." I bit my lip to keep my smile from growing further as I grabbed my purse.

I opened the car door and got out, waving goodbye and turning the other way without looking back.

I noticed the sky was grey and gloomy, hopefully not mirroring how this date would go.

I walked into the restaurant apprehensively, seeing Victor at a table near the back and walking to it, trying not to think about my nerves.

I was still slightly dazed from the car, it had felt like I had just dreamt it completely. I had no idea what had come over me, but in the moment I had no desire to fight it. I think lately George and I were becoming so close again, it frightened me. He had such a strong effect on me, no matter how much I wanted to fight it when I was near him it seemed impossible.

"Hello Penelope." Victor rose from his chair smiling, taking my hand and placing a small kiss on it.

"Hello Victor." I greeted, sitting down across from him.

"You look beautiful." He smiled, his eyes scanning over my white long sleeve roll neck mini dress that complimented my figure rather nicely.

"Oh, thank you." I smiled tucking a piece of hair behind my ear shyly.

"You look very handsome as well." I smiled in awe at his suit.

"Not too flashy?" He smirked slightly.

"Oh, no not at all." I grinned.

"I had it made by a french designer when I traveled to Paris last year on vacation." He boasted nonchalantly, making a red flag go off in my head.

"Oh, well it's lovely." I forced myself to smile as I picked up my menu, surprised by his slight cockiness.

"So Penelope, tell me something about yourself." He smiled leaning in slightly.

I perked up slightly.

"Well I grew up in Liverpool with my uncle Brian raising me, I study art and aspire to become an artist one day-" I began gushing.

"-I have a friend who's a well known artist, David Hockney, but anyway, he and I-" Victor interrupted beginning to tell a story that I completely lost interest in as soon as he began it, slightly irritated he had interrupted me to talk about himself.

After the server had come to take our drink orders, from the corner of my eye as I was listening to Victor go on, I caught a glimpse of George walking fiercely over to Victor and I, his eyes fixated on the both of us.

I started to stare wide eyed and Victor immediately noticed, turning around and being taken aback once he saw George.

"George?" Victor inquired in surprise.

"Poppy, I can't do this anymore." George shook his head, completely ignoring Victor as he came to a halt at our table.

"What are you doing?" I asked trying to stay calm, my heart pounding in my chest as my eyes were locked into his.

"I can't keep playing these, mind games." George shook his head, it being clear that he was on the brink of insanity from keeping his thoughts to himself.

"Poppy, I lo-" George began before Victor stood up abruptly throwing his napkin that down on the table angrily.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Victor tried to keep his volume low, red in the face with anger.

They began to stare at each other intensely, neither one of them seeming to want to back down.

"She's too good for you." I heard George growl in a low voice.

The next thing I knew Victor had punched George square in the nose and was now pinned to the ground by George, causing workers to race over to the table to try and separate the two of them while they were fighting one another.

From the looks of it George was trying to hold Victor back from doing anything else but Victor was only getting angrier by the second.

"Stop!" I gasped seeing Victor slap George across the face having broke free from the grip George's had on his arms.

I watched in horror as the waiters picked George up from Victor, George having a split lip that was bleeding and a small stream of blood coming from his nose where he'd been punched.

His eyes locked to mine as I stared at him with hurt and confusion.

"Poppy." He looked at me sorrowfully with waiters holding back both of his arms as he did so.

I rose from my chair and hurried out the doors of the restaurant completely humiliated, trying not to let tears fall in pure frustration. People all around had been staring at us with bewilderment, I don't think I had been that embarrassed my entire life.

I was deep in thought as I walked down the cloudy street, feeling it begin to rain lightly. I wanted to find a telephone booth so I could call Brian and ask him to bring me home, although I wasn't even certain if he was back at the flat by now.

I huffed as I felt the drips of rain on my head become slightly faster and harder. I picked up my pace down the sidewalk.

"Poppy!" I heard George yell from behind me.

I froze in place in utter shock. My breathing hitched and my whole body began shut down momentarily, unsure of what to do.

I heard his footsteps near behind me and slowly turned around to face him, seeing he was only inches away from myself yet again.

I wanted to yell at him and ask him why he had ruined my chance to get over him for good, but remained silent falling deeper and deeper into his eyes.

"What George?" I asked with confusion, slight bitterness lacing my words.

His sparkling brown eyes trailed down to my lips, seeming to be teasing me.

Suddenly, without another word he pressed his lips down to mine meaningfully, holding me in his arms tightly. I tried to fight it at first but very soon gave in to my gut feeling, allowing myself to kiss him back like I had longed to do ever since he left for London.

It was the most amazing feeling in the entire world.

The rain fell harder as George and I broke apart from each others mouths, George sill holding me closely by my waist.

"Y-you don't get to do that." I shook my head feeling dumbfounded, my smile faltering as I lowered my hand from his chest.

His face dropped into a small frown.

"You came into the restaurant to ruin the date, then you come out here to ruin my effort of moving on from you," I trailed off avoiding eye contact, feeling tears fall from my eyes as I became overwhelmed with emotions.

"Poppy, I love you. I never stopped." He confessed with joy overtaking his every feature.

My heart skipped a beat in utter shock and elation.

I looked into his eyes for a moment of thought before swiftly bringing my hands up to either side of his face, pulling his lips to mine, letting myself let go of any kind of restraint I had toward George.

It seemed like some sort of fairytale moment as we shared a passionate kiss in the pouring rain. We held onto each other as if we'd lose each other if we parted, having missed this feeling for far too long.

By the time we had pulled apart from one another again, we were both soaked by the downpour that was surrounding us.

"I love you." I cooed, our foreheads pressed against one another's as we both breathed heavily. He smiled brightly as he retracted his head from mine to look at me properly.

"You look like shite." I giggled trying to ease the heavy tensions between the two of us, looking at his bruised and bloody face, leaning my head into his chest to hide the blush on my cheeks.

I felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled.

"Well your make up washed off." He laughed looking to my eye when I looked up to him while embracing him.

I put a hand to my black eye then looked at my fingertips where no makeup had wiped off, realizing the coverup had all washed away with the rain and the purple and yellow healing bruise was fully visible to him.

We laughed harder together realizing we were both complete messes in more ways than one at the moment.

"Let's get out of the rain." George smiled grabbing my hand and bringing me along to his car.

We got in quickly, the both of us smiling like idiots.

I watched him adoringly as he moved his wet hair away from his eyes with a genuine smile and started the car.

"So, I think the date went well." I pursed my lips looking back to the road.

George laughed looking over to me with a knowing smirk.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you how I feel earlier." George sighed once his laughter subsided.

I put my hand on his that was rested on his lap and gave it a small squeeze.

"Don't be silly." I beamed.

"I couldn't stand the thought of Victor laying a hand on ye'." He shivered in disgust.

"I wouldn't have let him get that far." I nodded patting his hand softly then retracting it.

"I really meant what I said back there. I never stopped loving you." He spoke shyly, looking up into my eyes with vulnerability.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach furiously.

"You have no idea how many times I've dreamt that you'd say that one day." I admitted slightly embarrassed with a small grin, looking away from his eyes leaning back in the seat.

"Then what did you say, in your dream?" George inquired leaning over the console attentively.

I cleared my throat, straightening myself out.

"I said that I've loved you from the very beginning, and I haven't been able to stop since." I smiled meekly.

George's face lit up happily and from that moment on, I knew I never wanted to part from him ever again, knowing I could never stop loving George Harrison.