Honey Pie (P.M)

Find A New Honey Pie

After a while, Paul started to get nervous. It had been years since he’d been this alone with Louise, and he couldn’t decide if he liked it or not. Just as he was about to say something, the limo pulled up a driveway and came to a stop. “C’mon.” Louise said, getting out of the limo. Paul followed her quickly. He gasped when he saw the huge house they had arrived at. “Where are we?” Paul wondered out loud. “My new house.” Louise told him, unlocking the door. Paul followed her inside, not noticing that the limo drove off. He wandered into the living room as Louise locked the door. He turned to look at her as she followed him into the room. She put her hands on her hips and sighed. “What?” Paul asked. “You’re a bastard, Paul McCartney.” She replied, suddenly angry. “Oh… Thanks?” He replied. Louise crossed the room and slapped him across the face. But before Paul could say anything, Louise was kissing him.

 “I wrote you a song.” Paul said, playing with Louise’s hair. She looked up at him. “Really?” Paul nodded. They were lying on Louise’s large sofa, a few blankets around them for warmth and their clothes scattered all over the floor. “Play if for me?” She asked. Paul laughed. “I don’t have a guitar.” He replied. Louise wrapped a blanket around her and ran across the room, coming back with an acoustic guitar. “You planned this, didn’t you?” Paul asked, sitting up and wrapping a blanket around his waist to hide his dignity. “Just play the damn song.” Louise replied, sitting opposite him and handing him the guitar. He took a deep breath and began to play and sing.

 “She was a working girl,

North of England way.

Now she’s hit the big time

In the U.S.A.

And if she could only hear me

This is what I’d say…

 Honey Pie, you are making me crazy

I’m in love but I’m lazy

So won’t you please come home?

 Oh honey Pie, my position is tragic

Come on show me the magic

Of your Hollywood song.”

When Paul finished the song, Louise showed him how much she liked what he’d written for her. They made love several times more until the sun rose high above in the London sky. As Louise walked Paul down the John’s waiting car, she kissed him goodbye. “What do you mean goodbye?” Paul asked. Louise smiled. “This isn’t my house.” She replied. “So?” “I borrowed it from a friend for the night. I wanted to say goodbye properly.” “Why do you keep saying goodbye? Where are you going?” Louise cupped Paul’s cheek. “I’m moving to America... permanently.” Paul’s eyes widened. “Why? You can’t. You just got back. I thought we…” “There’s no ‘we’ anymore, Paul. Though, you’ll always have my heart.” Louise took a deep breath. “I’m getting married.” “What?” Paul yelled, taking a step back. “In three months.” “Why did you sleep with me then?” “I told you, I had to say goodbye properly. God, you still don’t listen, do you?” Louise asked, laughing. Paul softened. “One of my few flaws, I suppose.” He replied with a wink. They laughed before Louise wrapped her arms around him. “I hope you find happiness and love with Linda.” She whispered to him, thinking back to their conversation and how he spoke of the lovely American women he was seemingly smitten with. “What makes you think I’ll find love with Linda?” Paul asked. “Because I know you. And you love her.” She stepped back and smiled. “I think it’s time you find someone new to call your Honey Pie.”

As Paul waved Louise goodbye, he thought about what she’d said about Linda. “Straight home?” John asked. Paul was glad he’d come without the company of Yoko. “Yea please. I’ve got a phone call to make.” “Oh? To who?” Paul smiled knowingly. “My new Honey Pie.”

The End