A few minutes later, Paul and Heather were strolling through downtown London, but they were not holding hands as they made their way down the sidewalk. "Umm....what are you hungry for?" Paul asked as he looked down at Heather who was skipping beside him. "I like chicken nuggets, fries, and pop, but my grandpa says I need to drink something better for me like milk or apple juice...." Heather answered as Paul nodded. "Well, what do you want?" Paul answered as Heather thought about her answer. "You can get anything....like ice cream, or custard, biscuits, or anything else like that" Paul encouraged as Heather smiled. "I want strawberry ice cream with chocolate drizzle sauce, rainbow sprinkles, with a little cherry on top, and then chicken nuggets with fries and some coca-cola pop!" Heather answered with enthusiasm as Paul giggled softly.
"When you're with me kid, you can get whatever you want." Paul said sweetly as Heather grinned at him with gratitude. "Really?" Heather asked with amazement as Paul nodded again. "Sure, I've learned when you have rules, that life becomes redundant, I'm sick of following rules, it never did me any good." Paul answered as they made their way to the stoplight. "Here's the crossing....when the light turns red, you run across.."Paul explained as Heather's smile melted. "What's wrong?" Paul soon asked as he turned to her again. "My grandpa says it's dangerous, and that you must look both ways, twice to the right, and three times to the left..." Heather answered as Paul sighed. "It'll be fine, it's 11am, and Hymentact Avenue is never busy this time of day, besides that's what the light is for, it tells the cars to stop..." Paul reassured her as he turned to the street to watch the lights switch colors. When the light turned red, Paul began to run across the street, but Heather stayed on the sidewalk holding out her hand.
"What are you doing now?" Paul asked as he stopped and stared at her as she continued stretching her arm out towards him. "I want you to hold my hand." Heather replied as Paul sighed, grabbed her hand, and she followed behind. The two quickly crossed the street, as Heather looked around in curiosity. "Did you know, when I was young, that they didn't have any sort of fast food, every meal was cooked by my mum, but, fast food was such a blessing for me whilst I was traveling around with the Beatles a few years ago..l Paul rambled on as Heather looked up at him with fascination. "The Beatles..." Heather whispered to herself as Paul nodded with pride. "Hey! That's all that stuff that's in your living room, right? Who are they? You were one of them?" Heather asked with excitement as she finally dawned upon what she had tried to read earlier. "Yep, I sure was, I got to travel around the world...like to America, Australia, Germany, Canada and I hope someday to do that all over again, but next time with a family.." Paul whispered softly as they approached the McDonald's restaurant on the corner of Westminster Avenue.
As the two walked into the restaurant everyone in the building recognized Paul and began to huddle around the two of them. "Wow, it's Paul McCartney ordering fast-food like normal everyday people!" One woman soon gushed obnoxiously, making Heather step backward into Paul's legs. "Mr. McCartney, why do you have a little child with you?" Another woman asked, making Paul chew on his fingers nervously, which Heather mimicked. "Where's Jane Asher?" A man soon asked as he joined the small crowd that was huddling around. "Everyone, please let us have some privacy and peace." Paul said calmly as he led Heather to the counter. "Hello it's a pleasure to serve you Mr. McCartney." The cashier said happily as Paul nodded. "Nice to be here dear.." Paul began as Heather stepped on her tippy toes and peered over the counter top. "What can I get you?" The cashier asked as Paul shifted his eyes to the menu above trying to ignore the crowd murmuring from behind him.
"Yeah, I'll take an order of 8 piece chicken nuggets, large chips, coca-cola fizzy drink." Paul began as Heather snickered at the cashier. "I also want strawberry ice cream, but also chocolate drizzle, rainbow sprinkles and a cherry on the top!" Heather soon uttered as the cashier's smile went away. "I'm sorry, but the ice cream machine is currently broken." The cashier soon answered sullenly as Paul's cheery demeanor went away. "What about some clotted cream or something?" Paul asked as the cashier shook her head. "I'm sorry, our clotted cream comes from the same machine.." she answered as Paul slammed his hand on the counter. "HORSESHITE!!!!" He shouted as the crowd began chattering and shouting making Heather cry.
"Oh look what you did, you think it's okay to make a little girl cry, just because you're famous!" The man from earlier accused Paul, causing Heather to continue crying, making Paul grab the man's fries container. "Who are you, my therapist? Take a walk!" Paul soon shouted as he tossed the fries across the restaurant, making the crowd huddle even closer and Heather sob. "WILL SOMEONE GET THE LITTLE GIRL A KID'S MEAL!!?!?!!!" Paul shouted
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Parenting Paul
FanfictionLonely, distraught and stressed from fame and unexpected breakup with his girlfriend Jane Asher and his band The Beatles: Paul McCartney contemplates spending the rest of his life being carefree and nihilistic, until he finds himself having to raise...
