george harrison imagines

a married man

the year was 1967, he was married to a woman named chloe swanson. chloe was an a-list actress and had been married to george for three years. she had met him after his tumultuous relationship with pattie up and ended. i worked as a photographer and that's how i got to meet chloe, and eventually her husband. the day was may 15, 1967, i was scheduled to photograph george for his upcoming solo album, 'gardens of love'. it was more of a concept album, and i was excited for it.

chloe had driven george to the studio as she waited in the car, glancing at george, "get out and open my car door for me. its not going to open itself."

george nodded, hopping out of the car, mumbling to himself as he opened her door. she stuck her hand out as george grabbed it, "these days you treat me more and more like a chauffeur chloe."

"well someone's gotta do it." she shrugged, loosening herself from george's grip, walking off. he groaned, closing the door as she locked the car.

he jogged up to her, walking beside her. he fixed his outfit when she looked over at him, "hurry up in there. julia, the photographer already knows you'll be getting two pictures. make em nice and make em quick. i have a spa appointment at 4:10." she responded.

"wait, only two? clo, that's not enough." he replied as she moved her sunglasses down,

"you're lucky it's two and not anything at all! if you don't like the fact that there's only two pictures, you can pay for it yourself. i know money's not an issue for you, but since my parents were so kind enough to lend me some money for your shoot, i only selected two for you, and the rest is for me!" she smiled widely.

george sighed as he looked down, "you know what chloe? you're really insufferable. i can't believe i wasted four grand on a marriage to someone as cheap and full of themselves as you."

she stopped dead in her tracks, "what did you say?"

"i said, you're insufferable. you only like bringing me down because you have this whole feminist mentality, but really, you're nothing without daddy's money. if you didn't have that, you'd be poor, unattractive, and the only thing you'd have going for you is your sex, but even that's a bit of a stretch, quite like your vagina. it's as stretched out as a roast beef sandwich from that sandwich only fast food restaurant. you're the epitome of self indulgent and i don't care if your parents lent you the money for me, i make more then them and you combined!" he replied, smiling out of relief as she stared at him coldly.

"go to hell harrison!" she seethed.

"if it means i can escape you, gladly!" he grinned.

she stomped her foot, continuing to walk towards my studio door.

"let's just get this over with and then you can be rid of me!" she responded, obviously looking for attention.

he didn't reply, which promptly pissed chloe off, but she shook it off. he walked into the studio door when i turned around. his midnight eyes met mine while i grinned, "hey chloe! hi george!" i smiled.

"hi julia, yes this is him.you've met him before. just do what you need to do and make it quick." she replied, dropping her bag onto my studio floor.

i glanced at it then up at her with a raised brow, "well i can't hurry up with your stuff in my space. kindly move it please." i smiled, even though i wanted to rip her to shreds. she was very rude to not only me, but my staff and other clients and i mean i could've dropped her, but, the money she paid me was great.

chloe glanced at me then to her husband, "george move it. i need to go do my makeup." she replied as she grabbed her white clutch bag, heading to the bathroom.