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George Chapter of the Day

Chapter 14

I Saw Her Standing There

Trigger warnings: adult situations and conversations, swearing, smoking, drinking, fluff, sexual tension.

Chapter 14

Joie's hand felt so good in George's, she felt safe and comfortable, and in some strange nondescript way, felt she was where she belonged. She hoped it would be the same at the Harrison's house. Meeting them previously, Joie knew they were warm, funny and comfortable with what they had. George and Joie pulled up to his parents' house and George stopped and turned off the car.

On the way over, it went from the lovely orange and red of dusk to the midnight, deep blue of evening. The air turned cool and there was a light breeze. To George, it was balmy, to Joie, it felt like near winter.

"I'm from California, George," Joie reminded him, playfully. "Any temperature under 60 is officially 'winter'."

George laughed, then focused his dark chocolate eyes on hers. It was impossible to distinguish his irises from his pupils, and his laser like gaze went right through her, leaving her shivering down her spine. Smiling, his face gentle but focused, he leaned towards Joie, pulling her hand towards his back to bring her in closer. Wanting to remember everything about this highly anticipated moment in her life...when she kissed a man she was growing to love...their lips met tenderly for a delicate kiss.

George wasn't too sure how he would know to stop. His internal radar about women went haywire as soon as his eyes met hers. She was beautiful in a suntanned, fit body. The corner of her eyes tipped up slightly and her lips were full and exceptionally sensual. George watched her hook her short, soft auburn hair around her ears, something she did when she was nervous.

He was willing to stop right there. Joie had another idea. Scooting as close to him as she could, her left hand combing through his hair, she eased him forward to kiss him again. It was the most amazing feeling she ever had. Her eyes closed, and Joie pulled George closer. As she did, he eased back slightly, and his tongue rimmed her full, pink lips then eased between them to really kiss her. It was as sweet as he ever felt.

Joie, "French kissed" badly by Charlie, said, "What the hell, why not?", and welcomed George's tongue into her mouth. She was unsure initially, then just followed George's lead.

For both of them, a switch flipped on and they allowed the feelings of urgency and passion to take over. George felt Joie relax slightly, and he knew she was no longer unsure and it became urgent and passionate. It was nice when his hand wrapped around the back of her neck and their kiss deepened with each one feeding the other's desire. It was as if they were two starved people finding solace in each other's arms. Butterflies flipped inside her; she could feel the pounding of George's heart.

Suddenly, there came a rap on the side window of the car next to Joie. It was a man with a flashlight. Joie looked at George with real fear and rolled down the window. Bending over, a flashlight in one hand, a billyclub in the other, she came face to face with a police officer.

Panicky and shakey, Joie relaxed when George wrapped his hand around hers.

"That's enough you two," the man stated flatly. "Go on home now."

"We are home, sir," George leaned down to look the officer in the face.

The policeman suddenly began to laugh as he recognized George. Joie raised her eyebrows, opening her dark brown eyes.

"Right, there, George," he broke out in chuckles. "You two have a nice evening...."

And he was gone. George and Joie looked at each other and began laughing.

"10,000 miles from home and I finally get busted for necking in a car. Go figure."

..........

They exited the car and headed up the stairs to the Harrison's home. Before George rang the bell, his hands slid around Joie's hips and pressed her in close. Her arms flew around his neck as their mouths crashed together. Joie, going off instinct and the electricity between her legs, tilted her head slightly and George drove his tongue further, his mouth wider to completely deepen the kiss.

When they leaned back from each other, Joie knew she just experienced a kiss like no other and George leaned his forehead against hers.

"We keep this up and I'm going to need a cold shower," he laughed, lightly kissing her cheek.

Joie looked at him warmly and gave him a tender kiss. "You know, i wish we could have the entire evening to ourselves."

"Hmm, yeah. I'm missing a good round of Monopoly myself." He looked at her with a mix of mystery and mischieviousness.

After she gave him a playful swat on his ass, he finally rang the doorbell.

The door flew open immediately and Mr. Harrison stood there with a pipe in his hands.

..........

The Harrison's house was warm and inviting. It was the perfect size bungalow for the two of them with a small garden in the back. Both Mr. and Mrs. Harrison smiled at Joie and seemed glad to have her after George re-introduced them.

"It's been a long time since I've had a girl in the house," Louise told her. "My daughter got married and moved to the States, so it's been a little lonely."

"Thank you so much for having me," Joie told both of them. "Your home is lovely."

"Thanks to George," Mr. Harrison said proudly. "We moved in here about a year ago."

George showed her around and placed her bag in an extra bedroom. Joie followed him and was so glad to be there. It felt like home. The smells and feelings she remembered when her mother was still alive, watching her make dough for fresh bread, were always accessible in her daydreams. Stirring the spaghetti in an impossibly large pot on the stove, the smell of pot roast when stepping into the warm home from the cold outside.

Joie felt like she was home.

George walked to her when they were alone in her room. George wanted to kiss her again...and again...and again. Was he moving too fast? Feeling he wasn't, he kissed her lightly and then said, "I'm taking a vacation when this tour is over. Ireland. John and Cyn are going too. Would you like to come?"

Joie didn't really think the question through and blurted, "Oh, yes," Joie exclaimed.

"I'm glad. I was afraid you'd say no."

"Why?"

"Well, alone in a foreign country with me."

Joie crinkled her nose. "Are you dangerous?"

"When it comes to you, I just might be..." he nodded his head and slipped his hands around her hips.

When her face fell, he questioned her immediately. He wasn't about to get so close to being alone with Joie and not rebuke all negative thoughts.

"George..."

"What?"

"Um...well...I don't have enough money to go on vacation. Im actually on vacation and won't be working these next couple of weeks ..."

"Let's not worry about that for now," George told her, confidence in his voice. He breathed a sigh of relief. If that was all he had to worry about, he'd fuckin' dance naked with the Irish fairies at dawn. "We'll figure that out later," he assured her.

"But you always say that...." Joie told him. "I'll have to ask my dad for a loan so I can pay my own way."

"Joie...." George began, combing his fingers through his hair. "I wish you'd stop worrying about that. I asked you to go and I'm planning on paying. No strings attached. I just want to spend some time with you. I just hope we can stay under the radar with the media."

"Me too....," she answered bashfully. "but I still need to pay my own way."

"Stubborn Americans," George shook his head. " Let's just figure it out later. Kissing you has turned my brain to mush."

Joie laughed. "Ok."

Joie moved closer and looked into his eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her. Joie put her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

..........

Soon, he was gone again, leaving her with his parents. He called nearly every day, just to check on her and Joie was relaxed and enjoying being mothered by Louise Harrison. Every afternoon they would have tea together and talk. Louise told her all about his childhood and Joie told her how she lost her mother when Jordan was a baby. Louise couldn't imagine how Joie had grown up without a mother. It made her think of John and Paul, who loved being at their house because they had both lost their mothers early in life. But while John was scarred, Joie learned to take the place of a mother and take care of her sister and make sure her dad had dinner every night.

"It must have been hard when you were a little girl," Louise said, pouring the tea. "You had to grow up fast."

"My dad is a good dad....like Paul's from what you say," Joie told her sipping the hot tea. "He really tried to be a mom and a dad, even though he missed my mom so much."

"Did your dad remarry?"

Joie shook her head. "No. He was always too busy working and taking care of us. I hope now that we are getting older that he will get out there and start dating."

"I can imagine it will be very hard," Louise said gently.

Joie nodded.

When the phone rang, Louise looked at her. "Please go ahead and answer it. It's probably George for you."

Louise smiled. She liked the young girl and she could clearly see that her youngest son was hypnotized by her. Louise knew he would never bring anyone to meet them unless he was dead serious.

Joie jumped up with a huge smile for Louise and answered the phone, "Harrison residence."

"Hi American," George said happily. "How are you?"

Joie told him about her day, about how wonderful his parents had been. "But I miss you....," she whispered into the phone.

"Miss you too," he replied softly. 'But John is here, and he wants to talk to you."

"Greetings you slagger," he laughed. "You should be here to hold my blathered head over the loo. Yeah...I'll say it. I will you fuckin' cretins," he shouted over his shoulder at George, Paul and Ritchie.

"Yeah, like I was trying to tell you before I was so rudely interrupted, we all miss you, American. Mal doesn't tell us to go fuck ourselves half as good as you."

"Thanks, John," Joie answered laughing.

"Do me a favor?"

"Of course," she answered.

"Call Cyn. Maybe you could meet her at the house for lunch or something." He said, rather embarrassed. "We had another little argument over the phone and I think she's upset."

"I will call her tomorrow," Joie promised.

"I hear we are going on vacation together," John added. "And I'm glad. For an American bird, you are ok."

Joie smiled. "Thanks John. For an English bloke, you are ok too."

John laughed and handed the phone back to George.

"How are things going?" Joie asked him.

"Ok. Can't wait to get home and then go on vacation," he answered. "Need a vacation. Then we are going to start on the next movie."

"I hear. It's going to be wild."

"Gotta go. Say hi to mom and dad. I'll try to call tomorrow, but we are traveling."

"Ok.," Joie answered.

"Bye Joie. I'm glad you are at my parents' house."

"Me too. Thank you George."

............

Joie's dad called the next night and spoke to Mr. Harrison for quite awhile before speaking to her.

"You sound a lot happier than the last time we talked," her dad said. "Are you doing ok?"

"I love being here, Dad. The Harrisons have been wonderful to me."

"I wanted you to know I got a call from your young man..."

Joie questioned him. "Who?"

"George. Seems he wants to take you on vacation and wanted me to know that everything will be very proper and in order, mainly because I'm a police detective and could bury him where no one would find him."

"That sounds true," Joie laughed. "Better to schmooze than be murdered," she responded truthfully. "But, dad, George called you?"

"Yes. And he's a very nice man, Joie girl. He cares very much about you. We had a nice long talk and I'm glad he called. Ireland sounds like a wonderful trip. He said another couple is going with?"

"Yes," Joie told him. "John and Cynthia."

"Well, I told him I had no problem with it as long as you don't."

"Thanks, dad," Joie said. "I love and miss you, Jordan too."

That night, Joie went outside to the Harrison's backyard to have another cup of tea and a cigarette. She sat on the little swing and looked into the dark, English sky, thinking about George....thinking about the trip to Ireland. They had really only kissed a couple of times. What would Ireland be like? Would they share a room? Would she have her own room?

All she knew was she missed him when he was gone. She missed the feel of him. She wanted him to kiss her again and feel that tingle. Was that love? Did she love George? Maybe she would find out in Ireland.

And what did he think of her? It seemed to Joie that he cared about her and after talking to her dad, she knew he had gone out of his way to make sure her dad was comfortable with her going on a trip with him. He liked her, of that she was sure, or he wouldn't have gone to all the trouble for her.

She went to bed finally after the house was quiet. She would call Cyn the next day and maybe meet her for lunch. George and Joie trusted her. Maybe she would ask her about Ireland and she what she thought.

..........

"Joie..." Cyn greeted her when she made her way to the Lennon's front door. "How are you? How are you getting along with George's mom and dad?"

"They have been wonderful, Cyn. Wonderful. I feel like I'm at home."

"John loves George's mom and dad. They were always so good to him when he was younger. I can't tell you how many times they fed the boys and let them practice at their house when no one else would."

They ate a light lunch of chicken salad and iced tea and talked about the tour, the fans, the media.

"Cyn....what do you think about the trip to Ireland?" Joie finally asked, rubbing her finger nervously over the condensation on the iced tea glass.

"I can't wait. I think it will be great fun. We will have a wonderful time." Cyn told her, honestly.

"I'm really excited....but a little nervous too." Joie admitted. "The fans, the press. What if they find out?"

"Brian is arranging everything. It shouldn't get out. He can be very discreet."

"Cyn...." Joie started, then stopped. She scratched at her nails and peeled off the nail polish. "I'm nervous about George. George and me. I don't know how he feels....and...I'm....very inexperienced."

Cyn reached over and touched her hand. "He cares about you Joie. And if there is anyone to trust in this world, it's George. He's very smart, he knows where he comes from. The fame hasn't gotten to him. Of that, you can be certain."

..........

It would be another week before George would be back, but he called nearly every night to talk to Joie. She missed him, more now than ever. Since they kissed, Joie couldn't get him out of her mind...the feelings that stirred inside her when his arms were around her, the sweetness of his lips on hers. She couldn't wait until he got back home and they could leave on their trip. They'd be alone together. And that could mean anything. Joie was nervous and excited at the same time.

"I'll be back tomorrow," George told her finally. "I'm going to come over straight from the airport. I just don't know what time it will be. There's a press reception I have to go to first and then I'll be there. If the reception doesn't go too late, I'm going to stop at the house first. Mal has dropped your car off. But I think I'll have him drive me to my parent's because my car is there."

"Ok," Joie told him, sincerely. "I can't wait to see you."

"Me too," he answered, tenderly. "I'll pick you up and we'll drive back to the house at some point. We are leaving for Ireland on Tuesday."

"Your parents have been so great, George. They have just treated me like part of the family."

George was quiet for a moment. "Joie, you are part of the family."

..........

The next evening, Joie couldn't stay still. She paced and checked her watch. She had tea and scones and checked her watch. She went out in the backyard and sat quietly on the swing and checked her watch. Then she paced some more checked her watch. Their plane was supposed to land at 5, but by 7, there was still no sign of George. Louise noticed Joie's nervousness and smiled at her. 'He'll be here soon," she told her at one point. Joie hugged her tightly.

By 10pm, Joie thought maybe George had gone home and would come in the morning. She went out into the back yard ... to her spot on the swing with a cup of tea. She was alone with her thoughts, but didn't know what she was thinking. Her mind was blank in anticipation.

She decided to go back into the house as she felt the coolness of the night envelop her. As Joie stood up, she heard the back door open and close. Joie turned toward the sound.

It was George.

He walked towards her silently. Joie blinked to make sure it was really him. In a rush of emotion, she ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck, her leg around his.

"Thank God..." she whispered. "Thank God you're home."

He leaned away from her slightly and kissed her. Joie held onto him as if she would lose him if she let go. She kissed him back, feeling things she never felt before. Need. Passion. Arousal. He was all she could think of. He was home.

"Joie," he said as he held her tightly. He kissed her again and craved every inch of her.

"You're home...., " she said, filled with emotion. "you're finally home."

"I've missed you., baby," he told her, still holding her tightly in his arms. He had to keep kissing her. He had to.

"I've missed you too," she answered, not letting go of him either.

He kissed her again, passionately this time, hungry for the feel of her. Then they heard the back door open and broke the kiss. George reached down and held her hand as his father approached.

"Thought I heard you come in," he said cheerfully. "Good to see you, son."

"Thanks Dad," George answered. "Good to be home. Is mom awake?"

"Yes. She's waiting inside."

"We'll be right in....."

Harold Harrison gave a slight wink. "Right. We'll see you inside."

George waited until the back door closed again before taking Joie in his arms again. He kissed her lips, her eyes, her neck.

"We'll go home after we talk to mum," he whispered to her. "I want to take you home."

"I want to go home with you," Joie answered, never more sure of anything in her life. "I want to go home."

George smiled and kissed her lightly. "C'mon baby."

And he led her back into his parent's house. They visited with his parents for awhile, then Joie grabbed her already packed bag. Soon they were in his car, heading back to Esher.

"Why did you have me stay with your parents George?" Joie asked finally.

"I thought you needed a mum..." he answered, glancing at her.

And he was right.

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