George Harrison

Georgie, porgie, pudding, and pie. First the girls scream, and then they cry.

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AU || Dolly

[impattieboyd]

“All of us…" 

Pattie spoke, her voice no longer whiny, but stern. There were no tears when she spoke, though the muscles of her face became more rigid. Her body, however, relaxed at the feeling of his arms enclosing around her body, keeping her warm even with the cold wind that was blowing that night. "He’s not my father… I suppose that was evident enough for you to figure it out by yourself… Only the two younger are his own, David and Boo. I suppose he fancied mummy, but he hated the already-made family he’d have to take with her. She’s not safe from him either, actually… She just prefers to pretend he’s a good man because he saved her from being a single, 30 year old mother.”

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“You don’t have to live this way.” George narrowed his brow, but otherwise remained perfectly still. “No one should.... and you least of all...” 

SIlence fell, and for a long moment, George questioned himself and his own thoughts, but did not find them to be worth censoring any longer. 

“We could leave.” He stated bluntly, finally releasing the girl and holding her just far enough away to read her expression. A gust of wind took up the length of Pattie’s hair and tossed it across his vision. Her lips had twisted into an unreadable curve. “What will happen to you if you stay?”

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AU || Dolly

[impattieboyd]

Pattie nodded in agreement, although rather quietly, a hint of shame in her eyes as she decided to speak. George was right in his point, but she couldn’t help the feeling of betraying her mother by letting someone know. It was as if they were all pretending it did not happen, in the first place.

"He’s-" she began, but made a pause, feeling a little hesitant. It was much too tempting to speak it out and get that weight off her shoulders for once, even with the guilt that came with it. "He’s violent, George…"

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George could feel his ears stir at the word.

"To whom?" He asked, gently, not wishing to push her much further than she was willing to go. The idea sent his imagination reeling, and he felt a stir in his gut of anger. With a heavy sigh, he swallowed the feeling as best as he could, only clinging to Pattie more tightly, as if to protect her.

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AU || Dolly

[impattieboyd]

"I don’t want to keep secrets…" she muttered, a little calmer now that she figured out George wasn’t angry at her. She rested her head on his shoulder, quietly, her skin beginning to shiver from the cold that was outdoors. The way with which he petted her hair, so affectionately, made her gradually calm down a little bit, her head lifting from his shoulder after a while to plant a few kisses on his lips.

"Mama does, though… She’d be so upset… She doesn’t want anyone to know… She’d never admit, not only to herself," she said, her arms clinging tightly onto his body, taking some advantage of his natural warmth.

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"I won't say a word." He whispered, the air of promise in his voice. "Tell me here, and we will leave out here, and the wind will sweep it away."

Hugging Pattie against him tightly, George placed a kiss atop her golden head. 

"Don't you hate to keep other people's secrets? You are not their keeper. Your mind is not a prison where other people can dump things that they want to keep sealed away."

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AU || Dolly

[impattieboyd]

As he left the room, Pattie felt an utter sense of loneliness overcome her. It was not going to be easy if he insisted on knowing about everything. But she didn’t want him to give up on her because of that. Prior to meeting him, her life was probably even worse: she’d feel so unloved inside that environment, even if he had met her only a few days before, he’d been the only one who had ever treated her like an actual human being, with feelings and everything that’s natural.

Pattie didn’t follow him at first, but she got off of bed and leaned against the windowsill, from where she could see him outdoors. If only she knew what was going on in his mind right now… A few tears fell from her eyes with the fear of being alone again, and with the thought, Pattie rushed to where he was, quietly hugging him from behind before he could notice.

"Don’t give up on me…" it was all she said, quietly, whiny and fearfully.

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The small arms that embraced him from behind startled George somewhat, but the words Pattie said alarmed him even more.

"I plan on doing no such thing, I'm confused is all..." He exhaled a great puff of smoke, turning now so that he could put his arms around her. She was shaking, and as George met with her eyes, he could see in the darkness the trail of tears streaming down her pretty face.

"You don't need to cry.." George sighed sadly, petting her with hair affection, rocking her with a gentle motion to and fro.

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[impattieboyd]

As he began to ask questions, Pattie lay back on the bed on fetal position, pulling a blanket over herself. Of course she wanted to be honest with George. And she would tell him anything if it was just her matter. But her mother wouldn’t accept or admit the kind of man that Bobbie was. They all had to pretend that he was normal. His inquiry made her feel terribly exposed, and utterly uncomfortable.

"I don’t wanna talk about that. I’m tired, I want to sleep… It’s past midnight already."

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George sighed, accepting her stone silence. He crawled over her huddled body, off of the bed, cigarette still dangling from his lips as he shut off the light.

"I am going for a walk." Shutting the door behind himself, George made way down the stairs quietly and out of the back door. He walked barefoot across the lawn, his mind in circles, cigarette smoke swirling about around him in the night breeze.

Again he was considering what sort of situation he had gotten himself into. If she did not wish to cooperate, then they would have to stop, There was no way they could continue in the house this way without fear of being found out.

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At his response, Pattie sat uncomfortably on the bad, both of her hands now holding each other and the tip of her thumbs pressing against each other nervously, her muscles tensing up. All this time he had noticed everything! Pattie could understand how he realized Bobbie was not her father: She looked nothing like him, and very little like her mother, as did Colin and Paula. Jenny took after Diana more, but the other actual Boyds were just like their father. But about him being a tyrant… In front of George, he had behaved quite well since he got there.

 But Pattie felt like she couldn’t openly speak of that. Her mother was thankful that Bobbie rescued from being a single mom, which was horrible around that time, and she would never admit the wrongs he’d done. That being mentioned, Pattie felt she’d be betraying her mother by speaking of it.

 ”I understand…” 

It was all she said, looking away with discomfort.

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"Are you afraid of something?" George reached out and gently took hold of Pattie's chin, turning her head to face him. She was troubled, this much was obvious, but over what? "You can be open with me. You must be open with me. What is it?"

He knew that there was something under the surface in which he could not understand. As insightful as he was George, couldn't determine what it was she was masking, whether for her benefit or for someone else. 

"What does he do whenever there is no one here to witness?"

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AU || Dolly

[impattieboyd]

Pattie only nodded in response to his comment on the pack of cigarettes. She seemed distressed at the idea: If not because of her mother, the main reason were her siblings. The bond between them all, especially the 4 oldest, was way too strong and she felt it a huge betrayal of their trust on her. Before she could answer to his question, though, Pattie lifted her head a little so she could watch him, one of her hands reaching for his own and caressing the back of it with her thumb.

"How did you know, George? How did you know I wanted out?"

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George laughed, though not because it was humorous, but because it was tragic. It was a laugh that you hear from someone who can only laugh at his own upsetting past.

"Who wouldn't want to get out of a situation like this?" He turned his hand over and laced his fingers with her own. "I am only a spectator, but I can see how you struggle, how every person in this house struggles, under that tyrant of a stepfather you have."

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 ”You mean forever?” Pattie asked as her head moved a few inches away from his neck, lifting her chin so she could look at his eyes while she spoke. Suddenly, it seemed, she had become serious, as the subject was.

 With that, Pattie took a seat next to him on his bed, as opposed to sitting on his lap, as her hand reached for the pack of cigarettes that she hid in his bedroom. There were only three left inside — Pattie reminded herself to go buy some more the next day.

 ”I wish it was that simple… God, if it was only about me…” she spoke, eyebrows furrowing with some distress as she began to smoke, looking away for a moment. “I don’t think you’re aware of my family’s situation… I want to leave… I do… I’d do that… I’m sure I would. But I’d leave with the awareness of how selfish and awful I am… You understand?”

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"Of course," George shook his head in concurrence. He realized suddenly how silly he must have sounded in expressing an interest in 'running away.' Reaching across her, George took hold of the pack of cigarettes and put one between his lips before lighting it. "I'll buy you some more tomorrow."

A silence fell between the couple as they both seemed to be lost in their own thoughts. 

"What will you do? You can't stay here forever feeling responsible for other people for the rest of your life."

[awellknowndrag]

((Every teenage Beatle fan is fucking freaking because Paul is in the hospital.

Apparently he is dying?

This is more satisfying than the fucking Purple Wedding.))

[awellknowndrag]

AU || Dolly

[impattieboyd]

The lack of a verbal response from George did not concern Pattie at that moment. Despite her age, she had the notion to comprehend that what she was saying was rather early, and probably wouldn’t have said it if he wasn’t being such a sweetheart. Silently, she hoped, he would be happy to know, instead of scared.

As they continued kissing, Pattie interrupted the gesture a few times as she began to speak, her lips gradually moving to his neck, each kiss occupying the space of a pause between her words. “You know… Jenny and Colin… they have a… very heavy sleep,” she whispered, as her arms moved to his shoulders, massaging them gently.

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"I'm worried." George spoke suddenly, releasing an exasperated sigh. "We won't be able to continue this forever, Pattie...." His words trailed off as he closed focus on the sensation of her lips against his skin. Running his fingers through her hair, he loosened the braid that he has twisted out of her locks, pulling away and looking at her rather seriously. 

"Pattie... consider... we can leave here... you want to get out of here don't you?"

[awellknowndrag]

AU || Dolly

[impattieboyd]

"I’m yours already…" she whispered in response, her lips moving slowly away from his own, brushing against his cheek until they found his ear, on which she nibbled and kissed gently. George seemed to drift away in his thoughts for a moment, and as he did, she continued to plant kisses along his skin, always gently, coming back to his lips every so often. "I’d do anything you wanted me to…"

 It was insane, and probably wrong, she knew. George was terribly unaware of how difficult life was inside that house when Bobbie was there, and only Pattie understood how much deserting she would be, if she ever decided to go away with George and leave her mother to cope with all of that alone. Being the oldest, a huge part of responsibility over the family was hers as well — especially with a deconstructed family like that one.

"I love you, George," Pattie admitted, clinging tightly onto him. Knowing very little about him, one could say she had flipped her lid, but Pattie simply felt it. “I honestly do…” she whispered, quiet as could be, before giving his lips another deep, long kiss. At the moment, she didn’t want him to give an answer to that, as he had met her only that same week. She reckoned this time, things would be better left unsaid, and if he ever decided to admit the same, it’d be in his time.

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George responded, but only with silent confusion. There was no way that what she was feeling for him could be anything like love. They had only just met, and in George's experience, Pattie seemed to have just become attached, understandably, considering he had only just deflowered her. It was common, especially in a girl so young, for her to become attached to a man for such a reason. George suddenly began to develop an anxiety towards this, his mind in a flurry once again over whether or not he had made some sort of grave mistake. 

He made no indication of his thoughts as he tenderly returned her kiss. There was one thing he was sure of, he wanted her, and he wanted to get her out of her painful situation, but whether or not it was right seemed to be the object of his frustration. 

George's entire life had seemingly revolved around morality, and rarely did he step beyond his boundaries for any reason, and now, here he was, locking lips with an underage girl.

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AU || Dolly

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  "As you wish, mr. Writer…" she spoke, feeling quite happy about his answer. Pattie turned around more, so she was truly facing him now, her legs moving, each placed at one side of his waist. She kissed his lips a few more times, her soul soaring at the feeling that he now seemed to look at her more like an equal than a mere child. "I hope our babies take after you, then…" she joked with a soft laughter, tickling his sides as if to let him know she was joking — otherwise he might think her a little creepy.

 Pattie wasn’t really the kind to make plans. But at the same time, she didn’t want to let go of him. The situation was even more complicated as she was still under the guard of her mother and stepfather, who could never accept it if they knew what was going on. 

 But she didn’t really care about their opinions. With a grin largely showing on her lips, Pattie listened to his words, the sound of his voice against her ear alone were dazzling to her. “Silly… You don’t need to worry… I’ll be anything you want me to be…” Pattie whispered, before kissing him again, longer and deeper this time.

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George leaned back on his pillow, inviting her kiss with fervor and a tightened grip. 

"I want you... to just be... Patricia.... mine... my pretty little doll." He breathed between kisses. 

It had become quite late, and a cool breeze blew through his open window, causing the worn curtains to billow and float about like paper ghosts.

"What will we do..." George muttered as his mind began to wander to thoughts of their future. Had he been thinking within reason, he would have not considered anything other than leaving their house just at the moment and getting as far away as possible. However, to his misfortune, George was by no means a man of reason, especially in a position such as this, and he began to draw a list of all of the ways he could take Pattie away with him.

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Alle fuglar kan ikkje vere falkar.

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[awellknowndrag]

AU || Dolly

[impattieboyd]

"Only I can tell what I want…" she answered, her eyes looking at the sky through his window as she slipped into some sort of reverie, considering their conversation. She had seen enough of George to want him more, but it’s not like she was about to push him into anything — especially under the condition that they were now, it was pretty much impossible. But as it was, no one in her whole life had given her as much affection as he had in the past few days. Of course, it might be part of his charm, but it still enchanted her.

"You don’t need to be creeped out,  though… I’m not going all nutty on you… I’m just saying I’d do that," with a brief pause, Pattie’s fingers traveled up and down the length of his back, affectionately, her head still resting on his shoulder. "Unless… unless you’re just in for an adventure… But I’m not stressing… Might as well enjoy…" 

 While I can — the sentence was finished only in her mind, being left unspoken for some reason.

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A disgusted scoff answered the last bit of Pattie's sentence as George was taken back out of his ruse. 

"Miss Boyd, I will have you know, I am not an adventurous man. I am a writer. And if you have ever known a novelist, you will know we are not adventurous people. Our adventures happen only in our minds and on the page." George's brow twisted seriously, his long arms tightening around Pattie's small frame. His gaze fell directly into the blue of Pattie's eyes as if his dark stare would somehow help her young mind understand. "And I do not play games." A sigh escaped him, and a short pause followed. When he spoke again, his voice had fallen quiet, and he spoke directly into the cup of her ear. "I would never take advantage of a woman for fun, or a girl, for that matter. I act with intent.... and I intend to hang on to you as long as you will allow."

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will you watch me? I don't want to do it wrong...

*puts on his spectacles* 

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AU || Dolly

[impattieboyd]

Aww.. I didn’t mean it like that,” she spoke, almost immediately after his response, her arms clinging tightly onto his body as if to console him. “Its just that.. My mum married my dad when she was 17.. And he was 18.. I suppose that’s kinda normal around here..” Her voice was sweet as she spoke, not ceasing to plant kisses all over his face despite his distance.

“I wouldn’t be worried if I were you…I don’t particularly agree with the marriage concept.. Seeing as it made mum so unhappy.. But one day, when I grow up,” she joked, purposefully picking that choice of words with a silent giggle as she nuzzled his neck. “I’m going to marry you… And have your babies, and one dog, one cat, a goldfish and all that cliche that’s in the package..” she laughed quietly, giving his neck an affectionate bite.

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George began to soften, a gentle laugh escaping his lips. She couldn't possibly be serious, but he allowed Pattie to drabble along with her fantasy.

"You don't want to marry me, I am no good." He breathed, only half-jokingly. "Besides.... we have only just met." George rested his head against Pattie's bare shoulder, his mind wandering still in contemplation, unable to respond fully to the touch of her lips against the curve of his neck. 

No woman that had ever known him long enough had bothered to stay around, and he worried now what sort of impression Pattie had come up with. He knew for certain, that in her bliss, she was imagining, and possibly expecting, much more than he could possibly provide for her physically and emotionally. George had spent too many years of his life as a sufficiently content introvert and had little skill really in the art of the romantic relationship.

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George Harrison in the Bahamas on the set of Help! in 1965