Sweetest Little Show - Paul McCartney Fanfiction

Chapter 5 - Taking Advantage

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After a few days the tension slowly shurnk, but you could still feel it there. He had gone back to his playboy ways as expected, always going out partying and finding new girls. It wasn't unusual for him to come home smelling like women late at night or being drunk while I was home taking duties as the woman of the house.

I would cook, he'd drink. I'd clean, he'd come home tardy. I'd be working all day and he'd be out all night. And when I had to fulfill my duties as an actress we barely saw much of each other. In fact that was the case in general. We were both so busy we never really had a proper, long conversation in what felt like forever, but had really only been a few days.

There was one thing I had noticed though, and it was that since my rejection he's decided to grow an attitude. There wasn't much of a gentleman thing going on and he never watched his mouth around me. Manners rarely existed unless it was to do with food. We'd constantly find ourselves arguing over something stupid, like now.

"Well you already made it clear we wouldn't be a thing, so I don't see why you worry so much about what I do when I'm out!" Paul argued.

"It just worries me Paul! You expect me to sit here at 3am and not wonder where the hell you are? I'm always worried something bad has happened, but then I see that you've probably gone and fucked some fan that you fancied for a bit only to forget later."

"Why should it matter so much though? Quit acting like a parent, let me have some fun."

"I have to worry! What do I say to Brian if you end up dead at some nightclub with a bunch of shady drugs and diseases from all these dodgy hookers?" I argued.

"Just quit it! We have the premiere tonight and if we wanna do good at pretending we like each other, then it's better not to fight," Paul said, slamming his fists on the bench making me jump. "It's just so frustrating!"

"Well I'm not the one always out and drunk and shagging birds left and right. Instead I'm always at home taking care of the house and cleaning it and making sure everything's in order. For the past five days all I've been doing is cleaning this bleeding house because you don't know how to clean up after yourself!"

"Then why can't we just get a damn housemaid or something if you like to complain so bloody much," Paul asked.

"Because, I don't want some maid coming in and possibly looking through our things! Can never trust them," I said.

"Well you just can't trust anybody, can you? All you do is push people away and never give chances, I'll never understand you. Maybe learn to just try with people for once," Paul said. "How come you can get along with Ringo so easily and yet you can't with anyone else. God, it feels like you can get along with anyone but me!"

"You don't know me Paul," I said, feeling like I wanted to rip my hair out. I was just about to leave before I turned to say one more thing, "And I don't think you ever will."

I marched up the stairs, ignoring Paul and going to get myself ready for the movie premier tonight. It was for A Hard Day's Night of course, The Beatles' movie. Sometimes I would get to be on set and watch, and if they needed an extra I was always happy to help. From what I've seen, I'll admit it was nice, but I've only seen a little. Most of the time I was a bit too busy.

While I dug through my closet for the dress I was wearing tonight, I heard Paul's footsteps marching past my bedroom door. He was probably stomping off and getting himself ready for the event too, wanting to have some time to make sure he looked good.

Premieres were actually not that bad to attend. Sure, whenever I went to any of mine I found it a bit awkward to watch myself in a movie, but they were fun. Maybe because whenever you went to one it made you feel special, but I guess I just liked them.