Sweetest Little Show - Paul McCartney Fanfiction

Chapter 17 - Paris

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One thing that should be known about me, I hate airports, planes, airports, planes, and most of all, airports and planes. I hate them. Hate them. I hate them with a big passion. Airports just had me feelings exhausted, and they could be so stressful sometimes. Plane rides just annoyed me. Whether it was the constant elbow bumping or the fact you were seated for ages, I hated it. Especially plane food. Terrible.

But this time I had Paul with me. He was there to comfort me and keep me feeling alright. Every now he'd be checking up on me, asking if I was okay. He was so sweet about everything. It wasn't even that long of a flight, and yet he felt the need to keep making sure I was alright. I couldn't ask for a better flight companion.

Paul being Paul of course got us into first class. I had actually never ridden in first class either, so this was all new and special to me. I guess the good thing was the champagne they kept offering. Maybe the more luxurious seats that were much more comfortable. With such a treat like this, I'd find it hard to imagine going back to economy.

"You've really gone out of your way to treat me, haven't you?" I asked, taking a sip from the champagne.

"Of course, you're me girl, aren't you?" he asked, shutting the window next to him.

"Let's see, you've seen me without makeup, in such unfashionable clothes, with burnt hair, and you're still happy to say I'm your girl?" I asked. He nodded, grabbing my hand and kissing my knuckles. "You might just be the greatest man I've met."

"Darling, you look fine with all that. You could turn purple and I'd still think you're absolutely beautiful," Paul said, looking me straight in the eyes. "But let me tell you, if your eyes ever changed, I think I'd be devastated."

"Why?"

"Because they're what I love looking at. As long as they've got that spirit in them, I'm an extremely happy man," Paul said.

"And a soft man," I said, snickering from the joking around we had yesterday.

"Shh! We're on a plane," Paul tried to say quietly, covering his mouth as he giggles.

Maybe the flight wasn't so bad with Paul there, but I hated getting to our hotel. We were lucky we got there as quick as we did. By the end, I just wanted to lie in bed all day and rest, but with Paul around, I couldn't just do that. He brought me here to build a stronger relationship -though we had already fixed it- and I was more than happy to help him do that. That was why I felt ready to tell him.

I opened the curtains, letting some natural light in and giving us a look of the view. Paul came behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaving a kiss on the back of my neck. "I know you're tired, love," Paul said. "Y'know, you can always take a nap."

"Yeah, but the whole point of this wasn't to take naps, was it? I'm here to help strengthen our relationship," I said.

"We've done that quite a bit, have a rest if you like," Paul said. He let go of me and sat on the bed, patting the spot next to him.

"Darling, tomorrow we'll be doing more than that. Might as well have today go spend on us," I said, hoping he remembered.

"Why?" he asked.

I chuckled, sitting down next to him. "August 21st, I hope Ringo told ya," I said.