Only Love Remains - Paul McCartney Fanfiction

Chapter 17 - Reconnecting

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I had to thank the lord when Paul told me he wasn't going to be staying in England for long, everything had just gotten so awkward and we didn't know how to even be normal around each other anymore. As nice as it is seeing him around, the tension in the air is just too uncomfortable.

During this time, I had been going out the house a lot just to get away from all the terrible feelings in that house. I would distract myself with shopping and making plans with friends. It was only a few days, so I wouldn't have to do it much longer.

Paul seemed to understand how I felt about all this. He hasn't tried to do too much with me and we haven't talked about it much. The one thing that seems to have stayed the same is that Paul still tells me he loves me. He says it every night before he heads off to bed and despite everything, I still say it back. I still mean it too.

Today I was supposed to go out to do some shopping. I didn't actually do much buying when I would go shopping, I would just walk around and think about stuff and would only occasionally look at something that had caught my eye. I needed time to think and I couldn't do it in that house. It wasn't much better being out when everyone knew who you were, but it worked for me.

I was checking myself in the mirror before leaving the house when I heard Paul's voice call to me. Looking over in that direction, I saw him slowly walking down the stairs, approaching me quietly.

"Something you need, Paul?" I asked, looking through my bag to make sure I had all my stuff.

I suddenly looked up when he slid my bag off my shoulder and placed it on a table. "I'm going home tomorrow morning. I think we should spend today talking and doing things together. I wanna end this on a good note, y'know," Paul said, showing me those pleading eyes. "Can we try?"

After a moment of hesitating, I nodded. "Of course we can," I said. "Did you have anything in particular you wanted to do?"

"Go get into something more comfortable. We'll just go around and chat while having a drive and I'll take us somewhere quiet to relax for a bit. Does that sound alright?" Paul asked.

I had a small smile on my face that I couldn't hide. Spending time with Paul started to seem more appealing that it was a few days ago. He really wanted to try make it work. If he was putting in the effort, I had to be fair and not push him away.

Changing into a looser dress that flowed around, I met Paul downstairs again and giggled a bit when I saw him smile. It was my least flattering dress and yet he seemed to love the way I looked. It wasn't something that hugged my body or fit very tight, but he said I was gorgeous and looked perfect to him.

The radio played very lowly as we drove around. We usually liked to listen to this radio station that played old jazz songs. It wasn't a very popular one, but we liked it for two reasons: it played some amazing songs, and we didn't have to hear our own voices come through the speakers. Of course, we listened to mainstream radio and kept up with everything, but it was on special drives together that we would listen to the small jazz station.

"I know I've told you about how shocked I was with the lyrics, but I really do like your new song, darling," Paul said to break the silence. "I thought it was beautiful. Made me cry. Maybe it was because of the connection I have to the song, but it really was amazing. I'm very proud of you."

"Thank you, Paul. I was actually really scared to release it. I wanted people to like it as much as I did and I was worried about your reaction to it," I conceded. "I thought you would get mad at me or something. I don't know, it probably sounds silly to you, but I was really worried."