The Sound of Silence | Paul McCartney ✅

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Our holiday was wonderful. Everyday we were together was like a dream come true, and I could never get annoyed of being with Paul. He was funny, romantic and a beautiful soul who I found myself falling more deeply in love with everyday.

"Dinner?" Paul asked, gesturing to the room service menu which he was holding. "I'm thinkin' o' chicken nuggets 'n' -"

"Could we maybe go out?" I asked.

Paul nodded. "Yeah, 'course. What do yer feel like, dolly?"

"Seafood." I'd been craving it for the past few hours. I needed some shrimp, or a lobster or just some cod.

"An odd request, but one I can fulfil nevertheless." We got dressed to go out to eat and then laced our hands together, leaving the hotel.

It was baking hot outside despite it being late evening, but I had grown used to the heat and found that I quite liked the hot weather. I had a wonderful tan, and I hadn't burnt at all.

Apparently, Paul had found the time to call ahead. We arrived at the restaurant and when he gave his name, we were immediately seated beside a large aquarium. "Beautiful, isn't it?" I asked Paul, gazing at the fish.

"Yer most certainly are, dolly." I blushed, turning to him.

"You know what I mean -"

"I do," he agreed. "But yer the most beautiful thing in 'ere." I smiled at my boyfriend. "What do yer fancy?" He handed a menu to me and I took it.

"I'm so hungry tonight." I said. "I'll have the Alaskan Salmon with salad, Goan seafood curry with a portion of chips, smoked haddock and -"

"Are yer really gonna eat all of that?" Paul asked incredulously.

I nodded. "I'm starving." He shrugged and waved the waiter over, relaying my order and then his own and also ordering a bottle of red wine.

The waiter returned minutes later and filled our glasses with wine. "I'm sorry we 'ave ter go 'ome tomorrow." Paul said. "I wish we could stay forever."

"So do I." I agreed, taking a sip of the wine in my glass. "I wish we could live here."

"Nice little 'ouse in LA?" Paul asked. I nodded. "Sounds nice. One day we will. I promise yer." I smiled at him in reply and we continued talking amicably until our food came.

As soon as it was placed in front of me, I began to wretch. I stood up and dashed out of the restaurant, narrowly avoiding spilling the red wine all over my dress.

Paul called my name, "Addy!" And then chased after me, abandoning the food but no doubt leaving a few banknotes on the table in payment for our uneaten food.

I vomited into the bush and prayed that Paul wouldn't find me... but of course, he did. I felt a warm hand on my back, rubbing it and a second hand was holding my hair back out of my face. I groaned, wiping my mouth with the handkerchief which Paul had held out to me after I'd stood up right.

"Yer alright?"

I groaned in response. "J-just sick." I answered, shivering despite the fact that I wasn't cold. "T-think we c-could go b-back?"

Paul nodded and slipped out of his jacket, hanging it around my shoulders. He put an arm around my waist and began to lead me to the nearest taxi rank.

"Why'd you think you were sick?" He asked me when we were in the back of the taxi.

I shrugged as much as I could without feeling sick again. I laid my head on his shoulder and delighted in Paul's arms going around my body and holding me close to him. "P-probably f-food p-poisoning."

"You were fine earlier, right?"

"Hmm." I answered in reply, a very clear 'yes'.

"So what happened?"

"Paul," I said slowly, "if I keep talking about it then we're going to have to pull the car over - if you catch my drift...?"

He nodded in understanding and told me to close my eyes and relax. I smiled, he was so sweet.