It was a bitterly cold November.  The sun had disappeared for a week, and I was starting to wonder if it would ever return.  

And as the weather worsened, so did John and Paul's attitudes towards each other.  

"John and Paul are at it again," Ringo said, during rehearsals one time in the late autumn.  George watched us as he explained to me.  But when I turned to look at him, he looked down at his guitar.  He had his guitar pick held between his teeth as he fiddled with the strings.  

I could feel the tension in the air rise as John and Paul approached the room.  "If they start shouting, it's best if you don't say anything."  I nodded, feeling George's eyes on me once more.  

The feuding Beatles walked in silently but swiftly.  We all could tell that they had been arguing mercilessly.  After another half an hour of rehearsal, they started fighting again.  Brian was the one to end it.  "You lot can go home.  Get some rest and come in with better attitudes tomorrow."  

Both John and Paul growled at him as they packed away their instruments.  They left before anyone could say another word.  

I debated walking back to the apartment, but I wasn't sure of the way.  Before I left, George said, "If you want, you could spend the night at my house."  I had a feeling that he wanted Paul to have some time alone time to calm himself, so he wouldn't lash out on me." 

"I'd...like that, George.  Thank you."

He helped me put on my coat, which was what Paul did after every session.  I felt a pain grow in my heart.  George was trying to be sweet, but I couldn't help but feel slightly guilty.  

It had started to rain when we reached his home.  "Pardon the mess," he said, sheepishly, holding the door open for me.  

"It's not a bother."  

Everything was quiet for awhile, with the exception of the rain on the roof.  I was sitting on the couch when George offered me a cup of tea.  I accepted, stirring silently.  "I'm worried about them."  I thought aloud.  George set his cup down.  

"They have rows every now and then.  They're never serious."  

I looked up at him.  "But what if that's what they will become?"  I couldn't see why I was asking the question; I knew the answer.  The fights would become serious in a matter of years.  I wondered if George even though about it.  

"You're not dating Paul or John." George said.  

"No.  But I think Brian might believe that."

"So it's a lie."  

"I feel like I'm always covering myself with lies."  I took a sip of my tea, and when I set it down.  George took my hand.  His hands were calloused, but gentle.  "All I can offer you is the truth." he said, brown eyes gazing into blue.  

He leaned over and palced the sweetest kiss on my lips.  I felt electricity spiral within me.  There was something about George's kisses that was incredibly passionate, but slightly forbidden, as if his lips were something so wonderful I wasn't allowed to have.  

"I had to," George said, "I'm not sorry." 

"You shouldn't be.  I needed it." 

I was so close to him; my nose touched his.  It was such a quiet, and I savorited it, knowing I would have to leave him in the morning.  

I knew I loved John and Paul; it was an ongoing struggle to cast away all my feelings for the lads.  But deep down, there was something there for George Harrison.  

Kissing him again gently, I felt a tear slide down my cheek.  George brushed it away.  "Why are you crying?"  

"What if I wake up tomorrow and I'm home?  I wouldn't be to say goodbye."  

George kissed my forehead.  "You worry and cry too much, love.  Not tonight."  

We sat in silence for awhile, my head resting on his shoulder.  His slow breathing contrasted with the rapid sound of the rain hitting the roof. 

I don't think it occured to me how amazing that moment was.  How could I ever forget that night, where he held me close, not speaking but saying so much?  It was a night that symbolized my entire youth.  I was always so fightened of tomorrow, but I knew I had to be brave.  

To see the sun the next morning.  

Here comes the sun...

I yawned, and George asked me if I was tired.  I nodded.  

"I'll be right back, love." he kissed my forehead again and got up.  He was gone for a little while, but then he came back out with a nightshirt and sweatpants.  I smiled.  "You....you remembered?"  

"Of course.  I saved them for you."

After changing into the nightclothes, I went out to see George again.  For some reason I felt more exposed than I usually did while wearing George's clothes.  It was most likely because he had caught me changing clothes a week or so before.  I heard him talking on the phone.  

"She's alright.  I took her home with me."

"I don't know, mate.  It looks terrible out." 

"She can stay here tonight, and you can come and get her in the morning."

"Alright, Paul.  'Night." George hung up.  I asked him what they were talking about, even though I already knew.  "Paul was concerned for you.  It's all fine now." he looked back up at me.  "I should show you to the bedroom."  

"Oh, George, I can't." 

"I insist.  You're my...guest." he looked down at the ground, embarrassed.  

George had pushed all of the debri on his floor into one corner of the room, and cleared all of the paper on his nightstand off.  

I sat down on the edge of the bed rather awkwardly.  He placed himself right next to me.  A ghost of a smile played on his lips.

"You're too kind to me."

"What's wrong with being too kind?" 

I smiled, and rested my head on his shoulder.  I kissed him gently on the cheek, but he said, "Elle, stop.  What about John and Paul?"  I never thought I would be the type of girl to cheat, but Paul wasn't my boyfriend.  But, this was wrong.  I couldn't string George along when I would have to leave.  

But that night could also have been my last chance.  I had to take it.  

"I'm yours tonight, George.  I think it is time for us to be honest with each other."  

He looked me in the eyes.  "Speak your mind, Elle."  

"Kiss me again, George Harrison." I knew I sounded helpless, but everything that frightened me melted away when I was wrapped in his embrace.  

Much like turning his guitar and working on music, George liked to kiss slowly, but passionately.  With his lips moving gently against mine, he accidentally pushed one of the long sleeves down on my nightshirt, revealing a bare should.  He stuttered as he tried to explain himself.  "I-I'm sorry, Elle.  I-I didn't mean to-"

"It's alright, George." I whispered, leaning back on a pillow.  "It's just a sleeve."

"But it could have become more.  I could have accidentally hurt you-"

I hushed him, and after a moment he got up.  "Goodnight, Elle."  George tugged on his sweater before turning off the light.  It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.  

"Wait," I said, "please stay.  You'll...you'll be cold out there alone."  

George turned around again, and flicked on the light.  I blinked a few times for my vision to clear.  "If you want me to."  He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and put on pajama buttoms.  I covered my eyes when he took off his trousers.  He seemed amused.  The youngest Beatle told me that it was alright if I watched, after all he had walked in on me on accident.  

Carefully crawling into bed next to me after turning off the light, he said, "I've missed this.  All the nights you've slept over."  And after offering me a blanket, he spoke again.  "You've never looked more lovely, Elle."  

I blushed.  "Swaddled in your clothes?" 

He laughed quietly.  I felt him wrap an arm around me and pull me close.  When I rested my head in the crook of his neck, I heard him sigh quietly.  George took my hand in his and laid them both on his chest.  I could feel his heartbeat.  

In the darkness, he said, "I wish it were simpler, Elle.  If you lived here and were from this time, I would..."

I looked up a bit at him.  "What?"

"I would ask you to marry me."

I bit my lip.  After a moment, I felt tears form in my eyes.  Our heartbreak was all too real.  "I would have said yes."

"We could have honeymooned in the Bahamas." he sighed wistfully. 

"Relaxing under palmtrees." 

"Singing songs on the beach."  

And then we both said at the same time: "Mr. and Mrs. George Harrison." 

I looked him in the eyes, but then buried my face in his neck.  Even in the darkness I could see his soft brown eyes, and the pain inside them.  A tear slipped down my cheek and onto his skin.  He moved slightly, but I clung to him, feeling horrible.  "Oh, George...I'm sorry.  I'm so, so sorry..."  

"It's alright, Elle."  George stroked my hair, brushing a tear from my cheek.  

It took me a few minutes to calm down, but I still felt terrible for leading him on.  He and I could never be, and we both knew it.  And after that silence, George whispered, "Tell me if you're lying.  If you reveal it later, I won't be able to bear it." 

I sat up.  "Why would I lie to you?" 

"You hate seeing people cry." 

"But I don't like lying."  

George raised his eyebrows.  "Really, now?  Well, then," he smirked, "who's the better snog: Paul or me?"  The question made both of us laugh.  We talked for awhile longer before we both were undeniably tired.  

Paul came and got me in the morning, saying he was sorry for leaving me the afternoon before.  I said it was alright, but I was almost glad he did, because I wouldn't have been able to spend the night with George.  

Everyone might have thought I was Paul or John's girls, but that night, I was George's.  I was always George's.  And it was only known by us, no one else.  Especially if he passed away, then no one would ever know but me.

That was the last perfect moment we shared, and the last thing he said to me that night was, "I love you, Elle."

"I love you, George." 

He was the one who would have been.

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Hello!  

I would have updated last night, but I went to see Paul McCartney in concert and it was definitely by far the best concert I've ever seen, and quite possibly one of the best nights of my young life.  I took about two hundred pictures, because I like taking pictures of beautiful things :D  

But now I can't speak very well from screaming.  But it was so worth it. 

Have any of you seen a Beatle in concert?  Or what is the best concert you've ever seen?  

Peace :D, 

Luna <3