Only Love Remains - Paul McCartney Fanfiction

Chapter 22 - McCartney Makings

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RAMONA

After a morning of horse riding, I walked into the house and heard music playing. Somehow, I knew when it was Paul playing. He had such an approach and a way of playing his instruments that stood out to me and made it easy to distinguish when it was him. I knew the way he would strum a guitar or the way he would press on the keys of a piano. It was some special connection thing.

I remember surprising him once when I figured out he was playing lead guitar on a Beatles song. He just played me the album without explaining any of that and yet I somehow knew.

Quietly walking towards the piano, I stood and leaned on the doorway as I listened to him. He must've had the full idea in his head, because he was humming what seemed to be some kind of solo as he played before going back into the lyrics.

"Baby I'm a man, maybe I'm a lonely man who's in the middle of something that he doesn't really understand. Baby I'm a man and maybe you're the only woman who could ever help me, baby won't you help me to understand? Ooh ah."

With a small grin on my face, I knew that he had written his song. It didn't take him very long and it already seemed very ready to be made. I couldn't help but feel extremely proud of him. Just a few days ago, he was so insecure about his own writing.

"Maybe I'm amazed at the way you're with me all the time, maybe I'm afraid of the way I leave you. Maybe I'm amazed at the way you help me sing my song, you right me when I'm wrong, maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you- AHHH!"

He made a high pitched scream when he realised I was there watching, before going red and trying to laugh it off. I chuckled and walked up to him, leaning on his piano.

"I didn't realise you were done with your work," Paul said nervously.

"Why're you so shy, honey?" I giggled.

He shrugged. "I haven't written a song in a while and I've been playing it for quite a while just trying to make it perfect because... well because it's for you."

I felt that warmness come over my body, the kind that made you realise how much happiness you had in that moment. Placing my hand on his shoulder, I leaned down to kiss him, before giggling and pulling him into a hug.

"I've loved every song you've written for me and I'm sure this is no exception. Paulie, I'm so proud of you. I just knew you could do it," I said. "All by yourself."

"I have to give you all the credit, you were the one that got me writing and inspired the lyrics," Paul said. He had a little smirk on his face as if he had some little idea wondering around his head. "Darling, go put on something nice. Let's go out tonight."

I nodded my head and smiled before quickly rushing to my closet to see what I could pull out. Looking through my outfits, I tried to scan for a pretty little dress that wasn't too casual or formal or glamorous. I just wanted to look nice for myself and Paulie.

My eyes stopped on a dress I had received a few years ago. I pulled it out of the closet and held it up, turning it around and feeling the fabric as I inspected it. It was a silky light blue dress and had the most beautiful shape to it. I loved the way the skirt came out a bit and would sway slightly when I moved in it. It came down to my knee, nothing too revealing, yet it wasn't something that felt too long to me.

Paul had gifted me this dress in early '66. He was coming to a show of mine and had sent it to me in the mail, asking that I wear it at the show. When he came backstage, he couldn't keep his eyes off me, nor could he stop telling me how gorgeous I looked. I'll never forget the way that he looked at me. It was almost as special as when he saw me on our wedding day.