I smiled and bit my lip gently. "George, I would love to be your wife." George held me a little tighter and whispered in my ear, "Let's do it then." I pulled away gently and shook my head, looking down. "We can't. Not yet. We both have things to fix first, and we need to make sure it's something we both really want."

George sighed and nodded slightly. "I suppose you're right, but some day you will be Aurora Louise Harrison." I smiled and gently kissed his cheek. "I really hope so."

We both got off of the bed, and I followed him into the living room. George smiled a bit and gestured to the couch. "Make yourself at home, sweetheart," he said walking into the kitchen. "Would you like some tea?" I nodded. "I would love some."

A few minutes later, George brought out two fancy china teacups and a teapot and set them on the coffee table in front of me. He poured tea into both cups and sat down, carefully handing one to me. "Careful, sweetheart, don't burn yourself. It's still pretty hot," he said with a light chuckle as I took a small sip. I giggled softly and set the teacup back down on the table. "How exactly are we supposed to make this work right now?" I asked sadly. George shook his head. "I haven't a clue, but I promise, we will find a way."

For the next four and a half hours we talked about pretty much anything that came to mind and got reacquainted with one another. We had just gotten done talking about the other lads, Paul, John, and Ringo, when I looked over at the clock. "Shit... It's almost eleven. I have to go," I whispered, getting up and moving towards the hallway that leads to the front door. I picked up my teacup and gently placed it in the sink, then I walked down the hallway. I didn't know it at the time, but George was right behind me. As I passed a window, I looked out. It had just started pouring and there was thunder and lightning. In spite of the fact that I didn't really want to leave George and that I still didn't have shoes, I opened the door and started slowly walking down one of the many abandoned streets that leaded to home.

It had started to rain harder the moment I walked outside, and at this point I was almost completely soaked. I was about sixty feet away from George's house when I felt a hand grab my wrist. It was gentle but enough to restrain me from going any further. I turned around quickly, not really expecting to be looking George in the face. "Please don't leave, sweetheart..." He said almost too quiet to hear over the pounding of rain on the pavement. "George," I began softly. "I can't stay here with you. It wouldn't be right." He bit his lip for a second and then sighed. "You can't go home either. It's much too far. Besides, it's pouring, and it's far too late for you to be walking the streets alone. You still don't have shoes, nor a coat, and who's to say you won't get attacked by drunks again? Please, just stay at least for this one night..." I nodded slowly. "Alright..." George took his jacket off and gently wrapped it around me. Then we slowly headed back.

When we got back to his flat, he went into his bedroom while I waited in the living room. It had been around five minutes when he walked back in carrying something that I couldn't quite make out from the way he was holding them, but they looked like sheets. George handed them to me. They were a pair of his pajamas. "Here, sweetheart," he said. "I know they won't fit perfectly, but they'll have to do. You don't need to sleep in a completely soaked and slightly torn dress."

I smiled slightly. "Thank you, George." He tucked a few strands of hair that were hanging in my face behind my ear and then gently kissed my cheek. "You go change, love."

I nodded and headed off into the bathroom and got changed, and I pulled my hair into a loose braid. I looked in the mirror for a second before I walked back out and giggled a little. The sleeves and pant legs were a bit too long, so it looked a little funny to me. I then headed out and found George putting blankets and sheets on the couch. He looked up at me and laughed softly. "I think they're a bit too big on you," he said with a smile. "Anyway, if you're ready to sleep, you can go into my room and sleep on the bed. I'll sleep out here on the couch for tonight." I shook my head in disagreement. "Nonsense, George. You go sleep in your own bed. I'll sleep here on the couch." He started to protest, but I kept talking. "I'm not going to take no for an answer. If you insist on me sleeping in your bed while you're out here, then I'll leave again," I said with a slight smirk. He nodded and gently kissed my forehead. "Goodnight, sweetheart. Sweet dreams. And just remember, if you need anything, I'm right down the hall. Just come and wake me up." I nodded, and he slowly headed off into his bedroom and shut off the lights.

I crawled onto the couch and attempted to make myself comfortable. It was still thundering and lightning out, so it was a bit hard to fall asleep, because of the noise and the fact that I was afraid of thunder didn't help. Eventually, I did fall asleep, but I had horrible nightmares. I had nightmares about my father. He was beating me until I bled and screaming at me. I cringed at his touch and his scream nearly made me deaf.