Hello readers! Exam mania. Yuch. I'm back though :D Thanks for the reviews! :)
Here is a quick recap, since I haven't updated in a while: George and Leah slept together, Leah thought it was just a one night stand but George fell in love with her, so now here they are again. c:
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BLACKBIRD
Chapter Eleven: Stay
Leah could not believe what she'd just done.
This, this was not good! For a second time? She couldn't stay any longer. Leah's main motto in life was to do whatever she wanted to, and taking every opportunity she could, but sometimes there were things more important than what she wanted. Like not ruining the life of a super famous rock star and deprive the world of his beautiful ballads. She rolled away from his arm quickly and dragged on her clothes. And even in the midst of her horror at what she'd done, she couldn't help but remember how incredible it was. George lay fast asleep to one side of her mattress; the sheet covered his body only from the waist down. His long hair fell across his forehead; in the low light, Leah saw that somehow the ring from the middle finger of her right hand had slipped onto the pinkie finger of his left one. She rubbed her middle finger; it felt bare. She couldn't remember the last time she'd taken it off. She turned away from George quickly. Ran to the window and threw it open. Cool, rain-fresh air whooshed onto her face, fleeting comfort; she gripped the icy-cold window-sill. The street that lay before her was dark.
Flight; that was all that was on her mind. Flight, because that's what Zanora Elva Hendrixon did. What Stevie had done, what Korra had done, what Aurora had done - no, Aurora had not done that. Aurora had stayed. And what did that get her? Aurora, caught up in the sunlit tangles of romance, didn't see it coming, didn't see that her heart would be broken, didn't see all those whispered promises of forever dissolving on his lips. But he was so different, Leah thought, from George. For years she'd treated boys only as playthings. Temporary entertainment, sometimes good friends. Leah so didn't want to be that chick-lit girl who sang that this one, this one was different, this one was special.
But this one was certainly different.
Flight, whispered every instinct in Leah's body. Her skin tingled with the word.
'Hey,' George's deep, accented voice, slightly sleepy, warm as his lips brushed against her ear, his arms wrapped around her torso, pulling her against his bare chest. Now her skin tingled with a whole different sensation, one that she liked much better. 'Come back.' He pulled her back to the mattress; she let him, the uneasiness dissolving with every backward step. He laid her down and covered them both with the blanket. Then he played with her hair, letting it fall on his face and on his shoulders, mouth pulled up in that cute half-smile. His eyes shut. Leah held her breath. She was so comfortable here.
Flight, whispered the wind from the window. It was still open.
She started to ease herself, very slowly, out of the blanket to shut the window. George's eyes opened and stopped her. 'Stay,' he said. She lay down again, and he wrapped his arms around her. 'Just stay.'
Leah stayed.
Yay, Leah's hopefully not going to be this annoying anymore. Wtf would you consider ditching George Harrison, girl? Anyway thanks for reading! :D -Jen.