January 23, 1967
PAUL'S POV
John sat down his guitar and turned to me. "So, how'd your trip go?"
I just shook my head.
"Oh come on, Macca. You have to tell us something."
"It was a bloody terrible trip. She doesn't want to forgive me." I let you a sigh. "She's lost weight and she cut her hair short.. She looks so different."
"Geez Macca, I'm sorry about that. I thought you would have worked your pretty boy charm and gotten her back." John said with a smirk.
"Isaac died and she's still not over that."
"He died? Bloody hell, when?"
"End of November. It seemed to have hit her hard, she's not herself anymore."
No one said anything for a good minute. The other two didn't looked phased by what I said. I looked over at Ringo. "You don't seem surprised by any of this."
"I was one of the first people she called after it happened. I went to the funeral. You know Mo and I are still close to Adaline, I don't know why you're surprised."
Are you bloody serious, he knew? Why didn't he tell me? "Why didn't you tell me that you saw her?"
"Actually, I did too." George added. "The funeral service was here in London and I ran into her while she was here. She begged me not to tell anyone. I couldn't imagine being in her place."
I let out a sigh, holding my head in my hands. "I just want Adaline and Mady back.."
"Well you're going to have to do a lot to do so." Ringo said.
I turned to him and shook my head. "Really? I didn't bloody know that!"
"Think about what all you did to her. You deserve this right now. You cheated on her and left her alone with a 6 month old baby. And now having her boyfriend die, she's overwhelmed. Don't push her. You need to let her have some time."
I sat back and laid my head in my hands. I swear this will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Everything was silent for a few minutes until George Martin came down and looked at us. "I don't mean to eavesdrop, but since this is about my niece I feel that I have to. I thought I told you to just leave her alone, Paul. You caused her enough trouble."
"I know what I did and I'm sorry, but I want them back."
"I don't want you hurting them again, so I think it's best if you just leave her and the baby alone. Do you understand?"
"I'm sorry GM, but I can't do that. I'm going to fight to get them back." I then stood up, put my guitar away and walked out.
Once I arrived home I went into the kitchen and made myself a drink. They're bloody out of their mind. It's my life and they need to butt out. Maybe I should call her? Check on how she's doing. I picked up the phone and dialled her number.
"Hello?"
"Adaline?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"It's Paul, love."
The other end of the line went silent for a moment. Maybe I shouldn't have called.
"W-What can I do for you, Paul?" She asked, her voice somewhat shaking.
"I just wanted to check on you and the baby."
"We're fine.. How did you get my phone number?"
Shit. I didn't think this part through. "I uh got it from Ringo and Mo. I wanted to be able to get ahold of you."
Once again there was silence. Maybe this wasn't the best idea..
"Alright. Well I don't mean to sound rude, but I'm about to head to work. I'll uh talk to you later."
"Bye love.."
I hung up the phone and laid back on the couch. Was this really going to be this hard?
YOU ARE READING
The Night Before
Romance1965 started off like any normal year, then one trip to visit my Uncle George at work turned out to completely change my life. Why, you ask? Because it started my life with Paul McCartney.