Honey Pie (P.M)

Confessions

Paul stood nervously outside the house. They’d arrived in Louise’s hometown about half an hour ago and had come straight to her grandmother’s house. “You’ll like her. She’s really gear.” Louise said, attempting to calm his nerves. She took his hand and smiled up at him. “C’mon; she’s dying to meet you!” She pulled him along and they walked into the house. Entering the living room, Paul spotted an old lady, older than the old man on the train, sitting in an armchair with a cup of tea in her hands. She looked up when they entered, and she smiled at Paul. “So… Is this the Paul McCartney you’ve been telling me so much about in your letters and phone calls?” Louise nodded, dropping Paul’s hand and nudging his forward gently. Paul gulped and walked towards the old woman. He held out his hand and she gripped it. She pulled him down a little, so he was closer to her. “Oh yes. He is as handsome as you described him, Louise.” Paul looked over his shoulder at Louise, who was bright red again. “Grandma…” She hissed, covering her face with her hands in embarrassment. “Now, Louise tells me you’re in a band and that you’re rather good. Is that true?” Paul grinned. “Yes. I’m in a band. I play guitar and I sing.” Paul replied, modestly. “He’s really good. All the lads in the band are good… Well, Stu could be better… But Paul’s the best by far out of them all.” Paul smiled up at Louise gratefully. She grinned and sat on the nearby sofa as her grandmother started telling Paul all about her letters and what she’d been saying about him.

Paul and Louise walked a few paces behind everyone else as they took a tour around the little town. It was getting quite dark now, and the sun was setting on the horizon. “C’mon. Show me around.” Paul whispered into Louise’s ear. He started to pull her away. “Mam! I’m just showing Paul something! Meet you back at the car!” Louise shouted, never taking her eyes from Paul’s face. He grinned and they ran down one of the strands of the harbour. They kept running until they reached the railed edge. “No one can see us here.” Louise said breathlessly. “What if we got hurt or something?” Paul asked, also out of breath. Louise shrugged. “We’d be done for.” They looked out on the horizon. Louise leaned against the railing. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Louise said dreamily. Paul shrugged and put his arms around her waist. “Not as beautiful as you.” He whispered. Louise stopped and twisted round in Paul’s grip. He looked down at her, his whole face screamed happiness. “I’m not beautiful, Paul.” Louise responded, frowning. Paul cupped her cheek. “Yes you are. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. And I… I love you.” He looked away quickly, not sure if he’d said the right thing or not. A few seconds went by, silently. Cautiously, Louise placed her hands on Paul’s cheeks, turning his attention back to her face. She closed her eyes, slowly brought her face forward and planted a small kiss on Paul’s lips. When they opened their eyes, they looked at each other. “So, what does this mean Paul?” Louise asked. “What do you mean?” Paul replied. “Well, you have Dot…” Paul sighed. “I just don’t know. All I know is that I love you, Louise. Not Dot; you.” Louise smiled and hugged him. He kissed her hair and they watched the sunset.