Chapter 5

A/N: Hi welcome back this chapter is actually kinda sad :'( enjoy

It was late when we finally got back home. Everyone went to lunch later, and then the boys got herded off to the recording studio. I went shopping and went to pick up George. Immediately, the atmosphere seemed tense.

"Did it go ok?"

"Hmm?" He was looking out the car window.

"The recording, George. Did John give you any trouble?"

He shrugged. "S'fine. Really."

"It doesn't seem like it." I turned onto our street.

"Drop it, please." He sounded different. Defeated.

"What?" He's never asked me to drop any subject before. I parked the car and we walked into the house silently. George hardly looked at me.

"Was it John? I know he's been a pain in the ass lately. I can talk to him-

"You'll talk to him anyway." Venom laced his words. Shit. He couldn't have found out about John and me. Not unless John told. Which was something John was dumb enough to do, but probably wouldn't. He knew the consequences.

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Let's be honest here. I wasn't ever your first choice."

"Don't be so fucking dramatic, George!" I snapped. "You're like a girl!" George turned and walked down the hall. Fear buzzed through my veins, making me shaky.

"Ok, George! Go on, then! Accuse me of cheating and leave! Run away like you always do!" I screamed.

At that, he whipped around, anger burning in his dark eyes.

"Speaking of running, where did you get off to with John today? You were gone for a while. I noticed. I'm not as stupid as you think."

"I never thought that! And it was nothing. Really, he was gonna pummel you and I had to break it up before someone got hurt. I guess he just wouldn't calm down."

"If he's so upset, you shoulda sent Paul in. You know that's the only person he listens to. It was a little scuffle, and we've gotten in them before."

"That's not the point. And I couldn't pull Paul away from the interview."

"Cuz he's the only person worth talking to," George huffed.

"That isn't what I meant, and you know it! Not everything is about you!"

"I've seen how John looks at you. Like he looks at all his girls. Is that really what you want? You want to be the next girl he cheats on and leaves crying on the floor? I love you. I don't want to see that."

I was so angry I couldn't see straight. "I'm not in love with him! I married you, remember? And..." the words got stuck in my throat.

"I didn't cheat on you." A lie.

"Sure you didn't."

"You should know me better than that! Why would I even do that?"

"I do know you. And you know it? I know that you never know when to give up. Just admit it." The look in his eyes softened. "Tell me the truth. I'll forgive you."

"I..." I shrugged. "I don't... this is silly. John is your friend. I wouldn't do that to you."

The phone rang. George jumped at the sudden noise and turned to the table that housed the phone.

"Yeah?" He snapped into the phone, anger suddenly back. For a few moments he was silent, listening.

"Suck my cock, John." The phone was slammed down. "I guess I should tell you that John called to talk to you. Not to me, one of his mates. But you. Someone he barely knows. You won't be happy with him."

"I don't want him! Come on, listen to me!"

"No. You don't have to say that. No one wants me."

"George..." his eyes were now filled with tears. Sad or angry, I couldn't tell. "That's not true, honey. Paul likes you!"

"Fat lot of good that does."

"And Ringo!"

"Ringo gets along with everyone."

"And John, too. You're his friend."

"Yeah, my friend who calls to check on my wife."

"And all the girls love you, too. Everyone thinks you're handsome."

"If they look at me. I'm the least important member. Admit it. John won't let me sing many songs since he thinks I'll butcher it. Paul... he doesn't even need a band to do well. And he's so charming. Ringo is a great drummer. What do I do? I feel like I'm just there."

Tears were starting to form in his eyes. I knew he had felt this way before but I hadn't known it had gotten this bad.

"No! You're good at..." I racked my brain. "The guitar! You're a better player than John."

"Is that so?" His voice was sharp. "Why do you always bring it back to John?"

"Don't be like this. We were just talking about him. And I'm not cheating on you."

"But you aren't in love with me."

"And what made you think that?"

"When you were naming all those people that love and care about me so much, you neglected to name yourself."

"George..."

"Piss off." He turned away and walked into our room, slamming the door. Shit.

"George!"

"Leave me alone!"

"No. I love you. And I'm not cheating on you George. You're perfect. You're sweet, handsome, and funny. Now please open the door!"

The door cracked open and I saw George's face peek through. I looked in his eyes. Fuck. He's crying.

I pushed the door open and pulled him into a hug. We hugged for a few seconds and he cried into my shoulder. Finally, George broke the silence.

"I believe you."

I pulled away and looked him in the eyes.

"Good."

I kissed him with all the power that I had. I pushed him against the wall and kept kissing him. I stopped just for a moment to pull off my shirt and to pull his off and throw it carelessly away. George surprised me by pushing me against the wall and he kissed my lips and then kissed his way down my neck. Just above my bra, he stopped and unhooked it and discarded it. He pulled down my skirt and my panties. He fumbled with his boxers and finally ripped them off. George grabbed me and then threw me onto our bed. He got on top of me and pushed himself into me. Instead of pausing like he usually did and being clumsy, his thrusts were strong yet loving. The pace was consistent and just right, making me cry out. He finally got it. George kissed down my neck as he continued, moaning. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to cum, but all those thoughts were soon erased when he picked up speed. He kept his thrusts consistent and hard and, then he came. I groaned internally, but he didn't stop thrusting like I thought. He kept going until I finished, which was new. He pulled out of me and laid next to me. He pulled me into him and cuddled me.

"I love you, George."

"I believe you. And I love you too."