Secret Love Song // A Paul McCartney Fanfiction

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The next day, Paul decided to swing by Harry's apartment to talk to him about the birthday plan. He could've done it over message but he'd have to follow Harry on social media to do that and Paul certainly didn't want to give him anymore publicity than he already craved.

Ringing the buzzer, he already felt the irritation bubbling inside. Within a minute, the door swung open revealing a puzzled looking Harry.

"Paul. Surprising seeing you at my door."

'I'm just as surprised as you are.'

"Are you looking for Sienna?" He continued and Paul shook his head.

"I'm here to talk to you. Is Sienna around?"

"She's just in the shower."

"So, Si's birthday is coming up next week and we were thinking of all going out for dinner to celebrate but as a surprise, have a cake, shout her a meal, that kind of thing. We were wondering if you'd be able to get her to the restaurant without causing suspicion." Paul explained and Harry folded his arms.

"Yeah I can do that. Only if you make sure you're sitting as far from her as possible." He replied and Paul chuckled.

"Come on, man."

"I'm serious. I don't trust you, if you have to be there I don't want you near her."

"You don't trust me? I don't trust you! You've got this incredibly possessive nature to you, it's weird. Sienna's a free person, she can sit next to whoever she wants to sit next to." Paul retorted, beginning to feel the heat rising in his body.

"Yeah, just as much as you're 'free' to choose to sit somewhere else."

"Or what?"

"Or we're going to have issues."

"I think we've already got issues, toots." Paul winked at him. "In fact, what I think is more of an issue is the fact for someone all about trust you seem awfully fine about breaking Sienna's."

"What the fuck are you getting at?" Harry stepped closer to Paul, who stayed planted exactly where he was.

"Outing your relationship with her online? You're really good at screwing yourself over, I must sa-"

Paul stumbled backwards as he was cut off by Harry's fist hitting his upper cheek. With the blood rushing to his cheek and eye, he winced before looking angrily up at Harry.

"Haz, who's at the door?" They heard Sienna call out as she made her way to the still open front door. Paul attempted to walk away from the porch, as much as he wanted to get Harry in the bad books, he still felt pretty pathetic that he got punched in the face. Harry: 1 Paul: 0

"Paul?" Sienna said with complete confusion as to why he'd be at Harry's place.

"Shit." He muttered to himself.

'Maybe the bruising hasn't shown up yet.' He thought. Though upon turning around, Sienna's gasp proved otherwise.

"...Hi." Paul attempted to stay casual but Sienna ran over to him.

"What happened to your eye?!"

Paul glanced up at Harry's face, he stood sheepish. The look of fear on his face was payback enough.

"I just wasn't paying attention and walked into a branch. It's nothing, Harry just told me one time about how he got into a fight and had to cover up a black eye for work. I was going to ask him how he did it so the media doesn't go nuts if this turns out ugly." Paul lied and Sienna ate it up.