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It Won't be Long...
Chapter 11
"Bye George." she said sounding close to tears.
"I love you, Emily." George said barely audible. He heard Emily take in a sharp breath as he hung up the phone, barely aware of the deathly glare he was receiving from Pattie. He casually gave her an innocent smile before walking out of the room.
He knew those words probably weren't the best ones to say while Pattie was trying to get him off the phone. George was sitting on his bed wondering what he was supposed to do now when Pattie stormed in with a worried and anger look in her eyes.
"George, who were you talking to?" she asked, trying to be calm.
"Oh, nobody." George shrugged it off. He knew it probably sounded more than suspicious to his wife.
"Oh, well then..." Pattie stood up as the phone rang again. George got up to answer it, but Pattie got there first.
George sighed and sat back down, knowing he'd been stupid to tell Emily how he felt over the phone, while Pattie sat and listened to him.
Emily felt like she might cry. George had just told her he loved her, and all she could think about was how stupid it was for him to say so while Pattie was nagging him about getting off the phone. Leslie was oblivious to Emily's sudden change in emotions as she finished her mural on the living room wall. It was a colorful pattern of Green, red, yellow, and orange flowers. Emily liked all the colors and the way Leslie made them mesh together, but she was so confused.
George told her that he'd loved her when they met, and Emily was sure there weren't any more feelings there. She even asked him about it. He denied it, and know he was telling her how he felt with his wife in the same room! She could barely handle herself.
She eventually got over it, and George left her mind the longer they lived in their little apartment by the beach. Leslie sometimes brought up the Beatles when she put on their albums, but Emily never paid them much mind. She'd gotten her old job back at Capitol Records, and she was making money for rent and food. Brian never got around to sending them the money she'd asked for, but Emily didn't care. She went to work every morning during the week, and on the weekends she and Leslie usually went to the beach.
Every now and then they'd hear from their mother. She begged them to come back home, and Emily refused to let her anywhere near her and Leslie. She felt bad for her mother slightly, but she'd done it to herself.
Leslie seemed to be alright for the next two years they lived in the small apartment, and Emily was glad for that. Her sister had just stared high school and was doing quite well. She had a few friends and a couple crushes that Emily encouraged her to talk to. Her grades were good, and she always did her homework without having to be asked.
Sometime in the middle of the two year mark of living on their own, Emily went into Leslie's colorful bedroom and found her sister asleep on top of the covers of her bed. Emily sighed and looked at all the homework her sister had been doing, and she didn't blame her for falling asleep. Emily put away all the books and covered her sister up before looking at her watch.
It was only 8 o'clock in the evening and her little sister was wiped out. She sighed and went to cook something for their dinner. It didn't take long to make and so she was questioning whether to wake up Leslie so she could eat something when the telephone rang.
Startled slightly, Emily picked up the phone, "Hello?" she asked taking a deep breath to calm her nerves.
"Hello, Emily?" a familiar voice said happily.
"Yes, this is Emily," Emily said curious at who she was speaking to, "Who's this?"
"This is George Martin..?" he said questioningly.
"oh, hi George," she said smiling, "How are you?"
"I'm alright, Emily," George said. Emily could tell he was smiling just by his tone, "Um, but I'm afraid I have some bad news."
Emily's smile fell, "What is it?" she asked swallowing hard. What could be so terrible that George Martin had to call her all the way from London.
"Well, Brian's uh, well You see Brian, um," George was having a hard time and Emily was getting frustrated with him.
"George, will you just tell me? What happened to Brian?" she asked suddenly frightened at the possibilities.
"He's dead, Emily." George said quietly and sadly. Emily let out a shaky breath, that turned into a sob that shook her whole body, "I'm sorry, Em. I know how much you've been through, and all."
"Thank you for telling me George, It means a lot." Emily choked as Leslie groggily stumbled out of her bedroom.
"I know, but listen there's something else." George said brightening up somewhat.
Emily wondered what else there could possibly be as George went on, "Brian left you all his things."
"What do you mean by that exactly?" Emily frowned as she watched Leslie fixed herself a plate of the dinner Emily had made.
"I men he left you his house, and all his belongings. He even left you whatever money he had left." George said nervously.
Emily was surprised by all this, "Really?" she asked in disbelief, "What am I supposed to do with all that?"
"I dunno, Em, but I know the lads would be glad to see you move back to London. You come and work for me again if you like." George suggested.
Emily sighed, "I dunno if that's a good idea, George." She saw Leslie perk up at the name, and Emily shook her head to signal it wasn't the George she was thinking of. Leslie sighed and plopped onto the couch with her plate.
"Alright, well could you at least come for his funeral and all that? I know he'd want it that way. You can take a look at the his place again and reconsider or at least think about moving back?"
"I'll think about it George, when's the funeral?" she asked near tears again.
"In about a week, I can get you and your sister plane tickets if you like."
"Ok, call me when you have anymore information will you?" Emily felt the tears going down her cheeks.
"I'll do that, Em, hows three days sound?" George asked trying to make her feel a little bit better.
"That'll work, thanks again George. Tell the lads hello for me will you?" she said trying to be cheerful.
"I'll do that too, goodbye Emily." with out another word George Martin hung up and Emily had a lot of explaining to do to her little sister.
You'll never guess who that was." Emily said sitting down next to Leslie on the couch.
"Some one evidently called George?" Leslie said trying to cheer her obviously upset sister up.
"Yes, but He's George Martin from London and he called to tell me that Brian died a few days ago." Emily looked at her lap.
"uncle Brian?" Leslie asked uncertain of the person she was speaking of.
Emily nodded, "Yeah, and he evidently left his his every belonging."
Leslie's eyes got wide, "Everything?"
"Yup, his house, the rest of his money, his furniture, everything." Emily said nodding.
"So are we gonna live in his house?" Leslie asked cocking an eyebrow at the idea of living near the Beatles.
"I dunno, but we're going to London in a few days for the funeral and We're gonna look at the house before we make any sort of decisions."
Leslie nodded and ate her food before yawning and going back to bed. Emily had something to do while she picked at her food and watched whatever was on TV.
George Martin just hung up with Emily and George and John were bugging him on who he was talking to.
"Nobody of your concern." He spat at them. they had sad hurt looks on their faces and George knew they weren't taking Brian's death any better than he himself was. He sighed a defeated sigh, "It was Emily Peters, Brian's niece?"
George immediately perked up. John had a sly grin on his face as they looked at each other and walked off. George Martin rolled his eyes and went back to work. Later in the day he got plane tickets for Emily and her sister, and he hoped Emily would consider moving back to London. She was extremely good at her job the week she worked for him, and he hoped he'd be able to have her work for him again.
He went home after he finished his work and went straight to bed.
The next morning he finished preparing for Emily and Leslie to come and he hoped they'd stay the loner he made all the preparations.
When it'd been three days he called the number Brain had stored for his niece and hoped she'd pick up.
"Hello?" a voice asked with a sigh.
"Hello, I'm calling about the plane ticket, Emily." George said sure it was Emily he was talking to.
There was a giggle on the other end of the line, "Hi, I'm not Emily, I'm her sister Leslie. Em's at the beach at the moment, but I can tell her you called if you like."
"Oh, well then Leslie, Um tell her George Martin called to confirm the plane tickets are for tomorrow evening, alright?" he asked.
"sure," Leslie said seemingly happy about the idea of going to London.
Without another word, he hung up and went on with his day. The lads seemed excited about Emily coming back, and he wondered why they all seemed to like her so much. He shrugged off the thought and record whatever the lads had in mind for their next album.
The next day everybody was jittery with excitement. George could tell the lads were toning it down for his and their wives sake, but they were really excited to be seeing Emily again. HE could tell the boys excitement was getting on Pattie and Cynthia's nerves.
Pattie was still slightly jealous of Emily, and John was being too childish for his wife's sake. Cyn was trying to calm John down while they waited for the two girls to arrive, and Pattie was trying to keep George's conversation to anything but Emily.
Ringo and Maureen seemed to be the only calm ones there, and George Martin was grateful for that.
"Will you all calm down?" Ringo asked pulled John into a chair, "You're getting on Uncle George's nerves."
George smiled at Ringo for both the nickname he's used and for trying to keep everybody calm. Every body sat down on the airport chairs and waited for Emily and Leslie to arrive.
Emily and Leslie were sitting on a plane on their way to London. Leslie was more than excited and Emily couldn't help but giggle at her.
"Em, I cant WAIT to get to London! Do you think we'll get to see the Beatles?" she asked wide eyed at the thought of meeting her beloved George Harrison; the Beatle who'd signed a photo for her. She hopped up and down in her seat impatiently as they neared London every second. Emily looked out her window and sighed. Soon she'd be in London with all her new fund friends. She hadn't seen them for two years, and she doubted if they even remembered her as she dozed off to sleep.
"Em! Wake up we're here!" Leslie violently shook her shoulder and she startled awake and looked around nervously.
She looked at her sister who was grinning madly at her. She laughed and got up out of her seat and stretched. Leslie no sooner pulled her off the plane and went to collect their luggage.
"Who's picking us up, Em?" Leslie asked looking around as if she was expecting one of the Beatles to be there waiting for them.
"George Martin said he'd be here." she sighed looking around for him. She saw a head flying in the air and she grinned at seeing their ride waiting exactly where he said he'd be. He even bought a couple of friends. Emily smiled and pulled Leslie through the crowded airport over to George Martin.
"HEY!" she said now excitedly hugging him.
"Emily!" George said hugging her back. Emily heard Leslie gasp in excitement when she saw who was with George.
"EMIL!" She exclaimed jumping up and down excitedly, "It's...It's..." She was pointing to George Harrison who was smiling widely at them. George sent Emily a wink and stepped forward.
"George Harrison." he said holding out his hand to the fifteen year old girl. She squealed and wrapped her arms around George in an excited hug. Emily giggled and greeted the others. receiving big hugs from Cynthia and Maureen. Pattie smiled politely at her and Emily waved, know she probably didn't like all too much anymore.
John and Ringo nearly tackled her to the ground in a hug and she laughed at them. Paul was a little more discreet when he hugged her and she grinned at all of them, suddenly very happy to be there.
Leslie was still standing with George, and she had her arms around his waist smiling like an idiot. Emily giggled at her sister and pried her away from George so that they could get into the car.
"Em, can George ride with us, please!?" Leslie begged her sister. Emily frowned and looked at George, who shrugged.
"Um, I dunno if George would want to be stuffed in a car with a fan crazed girl." Emily said giggling.
"No that's alright, she's sweet." George said smiling at Emily.
"What about Pattie?" Emily asked trying to find a way out of this future car ride that was most likely going to be awkward.
"She and I rode with Cynthia and John." George said walking with Emily, Leslie and George Martin to the car, "She'll be alright for a few minutes."
Emily sighed and climbed into the back seat of the car. Leslie tried to follow her, but George climbed in first. Leslie's shoulders slumped as she climbed into the front seat next to George Martin. Emily was very uncomfortable with George in the back seat with her and she noticed he was getting as close as he could to her without drawing ant suspicion.
Emily sighed and looked out the window, trying to ignore George as long as she could before she found herself completely surrendering her feeling to him. She didn't make eye contact or even look at any part of him in fear of wanting him to scoot even closer than he already was. She saw George Martin glance back at the two who were being so quite in the back seat. Leslie seemed to be sulking in the seat next to him because she was the one who wanted to ride with George, and she was stuck in the front seat away from him.
"Everybody alright back there? It's awfully quiet back there." George asked glancing back at them one last time.
"Yep, just fine," Emily said quickly, keeping her gaze out the window. She heard George sigh next to her and she felt bad for ignoring him. She forced herself to look at him and he smiled at her. She swooned at the crooked grin that played on his lips and quickly looked away as she felt her cheeks flush. George snickered and stretched his arm across the top of the back seat casually.
When the car ride was finally over Emily hurried into the familiar house of Brian Epstein's. She was expecting to stay there, and she was glad it didn't creep her out to be staying in a dead guy's old house.
"Whoa!" Leslie said loudly, "This place is HUGE!" she ran up the stairs to look at all the bedrooms and see what else there was.
George Martin carried their bags inside and George Harrison followed behind Leslie with a childish smile on his face. Emily sighed a looked around the downstairs before going upstairs. The kitchen was the same as it was when she lived there with Brian, there was even a photo of her and the lads after they'd made that cake. She giggled at the picture and picked it off the counter smiling fondly at the memory.
She went into the living room and then upstairs to her old bedroom. It was exactly the way she'd left it. The bedspread was a little better made up though. She looked around and sat down on the bed before going all out and sprawling herself across it.
She looked up at the ceiling and sighed as the bedroom door opened to George grinning at her as he strode across the room and sat down next to her on her bed.
"So your still gonna sleep in here?" he asked giggled. Emily nodded as he got down next to her and put his head right up next to hers.
"Have you thought any about moving back here?" he asked her quietly. She shrugged and continued to stare at the ceiling.
"Know Les really wants to, but the last time didn't work out well." Emily said sighing as George turned over on to his side to look at her.
"Well maybe this time'll be better." George said quietly. He looked at her and she felt his breath on her face. She swallowed hard as she was aware of him leaning into her.
Why was this always happening to her?