it's not fucking fair

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HEY YALL SORRY FOR THE HIATUS! I'M STARTING ACTING SCHOOL THIS THURSDAY SO INSTAGRAM AND WATTPAD ARE GONNA BE DIFFICULT TO KEEP UP. SO ENJOY IT WHILE YOU CAN!! HOPE YOU LIKE THIS MESS OF A STORY WHERE STALKING HAPPENS!! ENJOY~ JULIA
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i was an intern for pattie boyd and honestly, the fact that she was with george harrison angered me. she was with him for 3 years now, and all she did was brag about how amazing he was.

this particular day, october 18, 1967, pattie didn't show up. she had called out due to an emergency back home in taunton. it was up to me to run the little modeling school she had owned. the day dragged along until george walked in. my back was faced to the front as i worked with a client, when i heard him clear his throat. i turned back around as i smiled,

"oh hey george! what can i do for you?" i beamed.

"hi julia, is pattie here?" he grinned.

"no, she's in taunton. had some sort of family emergency. she didn't tell you?" i questioned with a befuddled look.

"she did not... alright thanks jay." he tapped my countertop before raising his brows.

"if she comes back tell her ill be at home, ok?" he requested.

"of course." i nodded.

"thank you."

"you're welcome." and with that he left.

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pattie had been to a doctor's office out in taunton, where she got the amazing news. she was 4 weeks pregnant! it had been a lifelong dream of hers to become a mother and finally it was coming true. she thanked the doctor for their time as she got into her car and made her way back to the school.

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when she walked in, i was closing up the school. she stood at the front as i turned around,

"thanks for manning the ship today julia! i had an emergency out in taunton but things are good now. really good." she grinned.

"you're welcome patricia. and are they? that's good! by the way george stopped by today. i just told him you went to taunton for some sort of family emergency." i replied as she nodded,

"that's fine thank you. oh! by the way, you'll be in charge of this place in a few months, i'm pregnant." she blurted out as my world stopped. i nearly keeled over while i looked at her,

"y-you're what?" i reiterated.

"i'm pregnant! george and i are going to be parents. i'm 4 weeks." she blushed. i wanted to be happy for her, but the jealousy ran through me like a rippling hellish fire. i just put my thumbs up and nodded,

"oh good. that's nice." i smiled.

"are you ok?" she questioned.

"just shocked. congratulations." i replied, turning around. i grabbed my jacket as pattie nodded,

"thank you. have a goodnight julia."

"you too patricia." i walked past her as i walked home.

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at the harrisons home, pattie walked into the house as she placed her keys down. george was watching tv in the living room, when he heard the door, "pattie?"

"hey babe." she grinned.

"hey! visited your store today. julia told me you were in taunton cause of some family emergency, are they ok?" he asked looking over his shoulder.

"yeah, they're fine. i was in taunton today, but not because of some sort of family emergency. i was in taunton today because..well erm... because..." she trailed off as george turned around to face her.

"because?" he asked with an arched brow.

"because i'm pregnant. 4 weeks to be exact." she smiled as george leapt off the couch,

"oh! pattie that's incredible! oh thank God." he smiled as he picked her up, kissing her as he spun her around.

"i'm gonna be a dad!" he cheered as he did a little happy dance.

she giggled as they kissed.

i watched them from a bush as i furrowed my brows together. this rage only boiled my insides as i wanted to scream, to cry, to curse. i had gotten patties address from being over her house in the past, and so badly wanted george to myself. now, that was really unattainable.

i picked up a small rock from outside as i threw it at their window. pattie jumped as george glanced over as he placed her aside, "what the fuck was that?"

"i don't know." she whispered.

"stay right here." he responded, going to the kitchen to grab a knife.

i watched this whole encounter as i threw another rock, this time hitting their door. pattie screamed as george rushed to open it. i hid behind the bush as george stepped out into the pouring rain.

"WHO'S THERE?! I HAVE A KNIFE AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT!" he shouted.

once there was no reply, he went back inside, closed the door and closed the blinds. he locked the door when a loud bang came from the door. they both screamed as i knocked loudly, and kicked the door. suddenly, i took off running to my car that was parked three blocks away.

george threw open the door as no one was there. he looked around as he went back inside, "who's there?" pattie asked as he shrugged,

"no one. this is weird. if it happens again, i'm calling the police." he replied.

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the next day i was at work when pattie walked in, still shooken up from last night's events. i smirked to myself as i glanced at her. she looked disheveled, tired. i wanted to feel bad, but i didn't.

"you ok?" i asked as i turned around, looking at the bags under her once boyd blue eyes.

"no. the weirdest thing happened last night. someone was tormenting george and i." she confided.

"really? how so?" i played along, knowing damn well i was the reason for that.

"throwing rocks, knocking, kicking and banging on our door. we didn't get to bed til 4:30am last night." she yawned.

i took her hands in mine as i pouted, "oh you sweet thing. i'm so sorry."

"it's ok." she replied.

i pulled away as i went to the bathroom fist bumping the air as i looked at myself in the mirror.

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as the months went on i continued to torment them until one day, i suddenly stopped. i felt bad for bringing havoc to their lives as they just tried to get ready for the baby.

i decided to come clean. i confronted pattie and while she was very upset, she understood because she had a feeling i was interested in george.

he was the one that was pissed though. i ended up quitting my job, moving to a nearby house and stalked george still to piss him off. i was never caught again.

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