"You look ridiculous." I laughed after glancing over to George, who was wearing a black trench coat, a pair of dark sunglasses, a newsboy hat and a fake moustache that we had picked up from his flat, which conveniently was only a couple levels lower than Brian's in the complex.

"It's either this, or getting mobbed." George spoke tiredly, his fake moustache starting to lift up from his upper lip as we walked out of the elevator on the ground level of the apartment building.

"Suddenly I like the costume a lot better." I nodded making George chuckle as he tried to stick the moustache back on his upper lip.

We left a letter for Brian and I was already beginning to regret leaving, why did I even agree to leave with George? I wasn't sure what to think, so I tried not to think much at all, just go with it all.

Maybe this was George's way of showing he could move past it and we could be friends, at least that what I was hoping it was, if not this was going to be an awkward afternoon.

We began to walk along the streets in silence, admiring the things that passed us.

"So, how have you been?" George asked casually, looking over at me behind the dark sunglasses.

"Alright I suppose," I nodded, "You?" I asked tucking a piece of hair behind my ear looking back at him.

"Good," he trailed off, "a lot has changed since we went to America, with the band and all." He said sticking down the moustache once again.

"Yeah, you guys were absolutely brilliant on the Ed Sullivan show." I smiled over at him.

"You watched that?" He asked seeming slightly surprised. I fixed the tote bag I had on my shoulder and nodded.

"Of course I did." My smile widened as I watched a grin tug the corners of his lips upward.

"Well, what did your boyfriend think of the performance?" George blurted quietly turning his head to road becoming very shy.

"Oh, I don't have a boyfriend." I watched him observantly, my eyebrows creased in confusion, suspicious of his sudden tenseness.

I feel like it was an odd question to ask, but considering the fact I had told Brian I had been seeing someone to get him off my back about finding someone, and knowing Brian can't keep his mouth shut made me realize where the thought had come from.

"Oh." George replied softly, his eyes looking to the ground.

I looked down at my hands as we walked slightly embarrassed as I began to overthink.

He had a perfect model girlfriend and I am completely single, having been that way ever since he left for London, with only the occasional few dates with the wrong guys along the way.
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"This one looks funny." George said pointing at another painting hung up at the art museum we had ducked into just a little while ago to check it off on the list of places George wanted to take me today.

He tilted his head sideways as he stared at the mess of colours on the canvas trying to make sense of it.

"It's abstract." I smiled standing beside him and looking at the painting as well in admiration.

"It doesn't look like anything." He stared at it intensely, looking very puzzled.

"Well, not every painting makes sense." I shrugged looking at George with a grin seeing him taking interest into the art.

"It's beautiful chaos. It's messy, and it doesn't make any sense, but, something inside just feels right about it. It's, perfect." I looked over at him, my eyes lighting up as I spoke.

I was always happy to talk about art, it had been my life for a couple years now.

He looked at me thoughtfully before looking back at the painting, deep in thought, what I said obviously lingering over his thoughts.

"I bet I could do better than that," He spoke playfully breaking the silence finally as he walked over to another art piece.

"Sure you could." I quipped sarcastically making him stop and turn with a smirk settling on his face.

"That sounds like a challenge." George raised his thick brown eyebrow and exposed his fang like tooth as he smirked.

"Only if you think it is." I shrugged innocently, walking past him smugly.

He grabbed my hand, making me turn back to him until we were only inches apart, close enough so I could feel his warm breath touching my skin.

"And if I think it is?" He looked down at me as goosebumps formed along my arms.

"Than I guess it's a challenge, Harrison." I smiled and turned back around, my eyes widening.

I had never seen this side of George before, he seemed so smug and confident, I imagined this was how the fame had changed him.

"So, than what? If I can do a better painting than that, I win something?" George asked catching back up to me.

"Sure," I smiled mischievously.

"What do you plan on painting?" I inquired to see if he was seriously planning on painting.

George put his hand to his chin as he thought as we sauntered across the gallery.

He snapped his fingers suddenly.

"I know." He said smiling, grabbing my hand and tugging me along to the exit of the gallery.

I followed giggling at his excitement, holding my bag down over my shoulder so it wouldn't slip off.

We walked into the sunny London day receiving questioning looks from a few people on the streets, not sure why a strange looking moustached man and I were rushing down the street with such urgency.

"It's too far to walk." George spoke, moving to the edge of the sidewalk to hail a cab, as I stood there grinning like a fool in a daze.

Once a cab finally pulled over, the two of us hopped in the back and George covered my ears goofily as he told the driver where to go so I wouldn't overhear where our destination was.

It was about a twenty minute drive to the mystery stop and although I was extremely excited to see where we'd gone, I knew Brian was probably fuming if he had gotten home, and a nagging voice in the back of my head reminded me I would be in for it when I got back.

"Where are we?" I asked getting out of the car and seeing a large park in front of us.

"St Pancras Coroner's Court." George replied simply, starting to walk through the gates and into the park filled with beautiful, lush vegetation.

I followed him close behind on a path that stretched across the park with gorgeous flowers all around us, looking like a scene from out of a film with the bright blue sky above us and sun shining down happily, a cool breeze pushing my hair back behind my shoulders.

"This." George spoke with a smile as we stopped in front of a large display of flowers.

As he scanned over the landscape, satisfaction was evident in his features having found something he wanted to paint. I reached into my bag and pulled out my camera, lifting it to my eyes and snapping a quick photo or two so George could have a photo reference to go off of if he was really serious about painting.

"You kept the camera?" George asked shocked as he stared at the gift he had given me with the other boys a long time ago.

"Yeah." I blushed pulling it down from my eyes. He lifted his lips into a small smile, seeming to be very glad that I had it.

I slipped it back into the bag and blushed deeper feeling his gaze stuck on me.

"This place is beautiful." I looked at the flowers smiling goofily in awe.

I didn't hear any noise from beside me, so I looked over to see George had gotten into the flowers despite the "Keep Off The Grass" sign on the grass in front of it.

He turned back around with a single poppy flower in his hand, making me roll my eyes although I was smiling like an idiot.

"Always the charmer." I joked taking the flower I shared a name with after he extended it to me smiling.

He shrugged wordlessly with a huge grin as well.

Suddenly George's stomach growled, making George immediately put his hand to his stomach in embarrassment.

"Should we find somewhere to eat? I'm starved as well." I grinned making him perk up once again and nod happily.

George and I began to walk back to the gates discussing someplace to eat when something I hadn't imagined to ever take place happened.

"Penelope?" A tall man in a suit spoke after stopping and examining me as he was about to pass us by. I narrowed my eyes to try and recognize the man.

My eyes suddenly widened immensely and my heart pounded, realizing his eyes were the same as mine and his face was the same one I had seen in old scrapbooks beside my mother.

"Dad?" I squeaked out, feeling my stomach drop to my feet.