I froze silent my ears couldn't believe what they had just heard. George had just confessed his love to me.

"George...." I stopped mid sentence unable to find words.

"I love you too George it's just-" He cut me off immediately with a scoff.

"I know it's just you don't love me like that, but that's the thing. I love you like that." He shuffled closer to me and I felt myself moving back.

"I love you Ellie. And I hate that I love you, because no matter what even if you wanted me I couldn't have you. Because you were his first. Ringo's girl. Not mine."

His jaw clinched tightly now having me backed up completely against the wall. His eyes shifted between mine moving from my lips to my eyes again.

My heart beat faster and It made it hard to breathe. I laid a hand on George's chest and pressed my lips together.

"I'm sorry." I whispered a tear rolling down my face. He bit the inside of his cheeks drumming his fingers against the wall on either side of my head.

"I'm not." He stated his face totally expressionless. "I'm not sorry that I love you." He said through gritted teeth, fighting off tears.

I blinked my own tears away turning my head away from him. I couldn't bare to look him in the eyes.

"Don't." I pleaded, I couldn't stand to hear anymore of this. I had enough problems already.

Including that I might be falling in love with George Harrison.

"I've got to get this out if I don't say it now, I won't have the guts to say it later. Ellie this may be my only chance to tell you." George kept his hands in place against the wall limiting me to movement.

He moved his head in front of mine. In reaction I immediately turned mine away. This battle continuing throughout the rest of the conversation.

"Again...I'm not sorry I love you, I'm not sorry that I fell in love with you, I'm not sorry that I'm standing here." I shook my head looking him in his eyes pleading for him to stop.

I bit the bottom of my lip so hard I thought it might bleed. George nodded his head and continued his rant.

"I'm not sorry that even though I can't have you, you will still be the best thing to ever to happen to me!" George exclaimed his voice quavering.

"George, no, please. Please. Stop, you need to stop." I whispered through staggered breaths.

He shook his head in response. He wasn't going to stop till he got out everything he had to say.

It was killing me, because the more he said, the more I wanted to believe that I felt the same way. When I knew I didn't.

But there was something tugging at me, I wanted him so bad. But at the same time I didn't. I wanted Ringo.

I stood there fighting with my own mind. Trying to decide who I wanted more. Again my head too cloudy to think.

There was one thing I wanted to completely stop, and it was the hurt and pain Jay had caused.

"One last thing, I have to, look at me Ell."

George fought me as I tried to avoid eye contact. Finally he grabbed my face with both of his hands on my cheeks.

My eyes locked with his and I stopped fighting him. I let go of my urges and took in a deep breath preparing myself.

He loosened his grip, his hands grazing my temples. His gaze fell deep within mine.

"I'm not sorry that I want you to be mine, I want you. I love you Ellie Ray."

I couldn't control myself anymore, it was like a different person took control of my body.

I grabbed George's face capturing his lips in mine. Taken aback he stumbled backwards running into the couch.

I felt his hands wrap around me as he balanced our feet.

I unlocked our lips, drawing his breath in as we parted. He studied my face cautiously and swallowed hard.

I felt his hands slowly move to my waist as he pulled me closer. Our noses now touching. He leaned in our lips inches apart.

I watched as his lips roamed closer to mine. Suddenly they stopped. I stood there listening to our heavy breaths.

He pulled back slowly and looked me in the eyes. "That's how it feels to be in love with you."

I became overwhelmed with realization. My heart hurt and sank to the bottom of my stomach.

"I'll always be inches away from having you Ellie. Having all of you. But I never will get that chance." George cried falling back in the couch.

I swallowed hard my body trembling. I calmly sat down next to him on the couch not speaking a word.

The echoes of George's sniffling and crying filled the room. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes.

"I don't know what I want. There's a part of me, that part of me that kissed you that wants to love you." I said quietly.

George ran his hands through his hair looking up at me with swollen eyes.

"But then there is a part of me that just wants to be back in Ringo's arms again. To listen to him recite Romeo and Juliet every night." I laughed lightly and sniffed in swallowing tears.

"But then there is yet another part of me that almost doesn't care, and just wants everything to end. The pain and the hurt and confusion. All of it! To just go away!" I cried out just letting myself bellow.

I didn't even care anymore about keeping myself collected.

George shifted closer and laid his chin down on my shoulder. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder rocking us back and forth gently.

I heard him beginning to hum softly in my ear. I smiled as I calmed myself and wiped my tears away.

I closed my eyes leaning into George's chest. He pulled me in wrapping his arms around me as we rocked back and forth.

Here comes the sun.
Here comes the sun and I say
It's alright
Little darling it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun and I say
It's alright

George continued to sing to me until I was completely asleep. That night he put me to bed and tucked me in safe and sound.
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That next morning I woke up to see George curled up on the couch.

I sighed deeply at the sight and covered him up kissing him on the forehead.

I wrapped my robe around me, that had actually been one of George's old robes he gave me to borrow, then shuffled my half awaken self to the kitchen.

I turned the burners on the stove top on, and as I waited for them to warm up filled the kettle with some fresh water.

When the stove was hot enough I placed the kettle down and stood there waiting for it to whistle.

My mind wondered while I stood there surprisingly patient. I kept replaying all the events of last night.

Over and over and over again. For the life of me I couldn't figure out what it was that caused me to allow my emotions to take over like that.

I love Ringo. My heart skipped a beat when I said that. It hurt to say it. And almost felt dead.

I hated that feeling, I started the beginning stages of what happened to me last time. I began to feel numb about the things I truly cared about.

Jay knows just how to get into my head and mess with me, and I can't stop it because I don't know what he's doing to make me think like this.

My feelings were dying for Ringo, they were becoming numb and dead. I don't want to feel numb and dead!

I want to feel alive and in love with him....but then why did I kiss George?

If I know I want to be with Ringo again so badly..then why was I jeopardizing our love with George?

But then I thought...

Maybe I wasn't. Maybe it's my minds way of keeping a flame of love alive in me.

Ugh, no no I'm crazy! Come on Ellie damnit, think!

Suddenly a whistle of the kettle sounded and I jolted out of my dazing session. Out of my scared reflexes I hit the kettle with the back of my hand sending it flying across the kitchen.

It landed with a alarming clang, causing George to spring up off the couch uncomfortably fast.

"Ellie! Oh my god are you okay?" George sprinted into the kitchen wide eyed at the scene.

"I-I'm fine." I managed to stammer out as I bent down picking up the kettle and setting it back in the stove.

George closed his eyes and clutched his chest tight in relief. I quickly grabbed some paper towels, along with George too and we cleaned up the spilt water.

"Ellie, your hand!" George gasped. I furrowed my eyebrows confused. But then looked down to see what George was fussing over. I burnt my hand.

"Oh, I guess when I hit the kettle it burnt the back of my hand a bit." I looked at the large wells swelling up on my hand.

George ran to the cabinets and swiftly searched through them diligently before bringing out some kind of creme and a cloth bandage.

He bent down and took my hand rubbing the creme on it carefully not to hurt me.

My eyes caught sight of the way his hair was, messy...but also glossy and thick. Brown and beautiful.

Slowly my eyes shifted down to his face. His bone cheeks gliding down to a strong sharp jawline. His lips soft and full.

I felt him take my hand and wrap the white bandage around it three times before tying a cute bow at the top.

He looked up and smiled softly, I felt my cheeks heat up as he put the things back in the cabinet.

I stood up slowly and studied him as he walked back into the living room. I never noticed how graceful he was.

Almost gliding as he walked swiftly back over to the couch sitting down. I looked down at my hand.

The white bandage wrapped and tied up neatly. No one had ever done that before. Took so much care into something so little.

And I know I am probably over exaggerating and swooning over something so stupid and worthless to a normal person.

But at that moment I realized something. Something I was terrified of realizing.

But I couldn't stay in denial about it anymore. I had been for too long and it was time to admit it.

I am in love with George Harrison.
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Okay! Before I get torn to shreds completely for this....just trust me. I promise this will all unfold into meaning and purpose as the story progresses. Trust me. ❤️