THE LONG AND WINDING ROAD || Paul McCartney [Completed]

25. And I Love Her (Mature)

A love like ours
Could never die
As long as I
Have you near me

Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky
I know this love of mine
Will never die
And I love her

Cavendish Avenue, July 9th

Paul was sleeping, and Natalie decided not to wake him just yet. The tour was mostly a let down for them: with the death threats in Japan, and the complete and total disaster that was the Philippines. Despite the threats in Japan, the band enjoyed their stay, and they had formed quite the following from their young Japanese fans. She and Paul put their differences aside for the remainder of the tour, and she was thankful they did because he needed her for emotional support. Especially with everything that went down in Manila. Paul was very hurt over it, and she wished it went differently for them.

While he slept, she washed his clothes, finished unpacking his things, and cooked something for him. Natalie didn't mind taking care of Paul when he needed her to, especially when he was so down. She glanced at the clock. Half-past six in the evening. She knew he needed to wake up, even though she was tempted just to let him keep sleeping. She trotted upstairs to his bedroom and entered the room slowly to see him still sound asleep. She didn't know how he could sleep like that—fully dressed, with his arms crossed over his stomach, and without a blanket. She chuckled at the sight of him before moving to sit down next to his sleeping form. "Paul, baby—" She placed her hand over his, "It's time to wake up."

He grumbled a bit, and Natalie smiled at the noise he made, "Paul, I cooked supper." She coaxed him, rousing him from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at her.

"What d'ya cook?" He grumbled, his voice groggy from sleep. The husky sound made her toes curl.

"Chicken Maryland," She reached out, swiping his hair from his brow, "I know it's one of your favorites. I can't promise it's great, but I did my best."

"I'm sure it's fine." His arm slipped around her waist, and he pulled her down to his chest. She fell forward, catching herself on her elbow and smiled down at him. She repositioned herself, so she was straddling his hips with her nose only inches from his. "I had a dream about Japan." He said in a daze.

"Did you now?" She peppered light kisses on his cheeks, trailing them down to his jaw and then his neck. "Tell me about it." She said between those kisses.

"Hmm," he hummed in contemplation, "It's all a blur now, I don't remember. But it was good." He reached up to gently caress her hair, "I must have really liked it there to dream about it."

"I liked it there too." She confessed, leaning down to peck his lips lightly.

"What was your favorite thing about it?"

She felt her cheeks flush, and she traced his face with her finger—starting from his brow to his nose and down to his full lips. "You wearing that Yukata."

Paul scoffed, his brows flying to his hairline, "I couldn't tell."

"Couldn't tell what?"

"That you liked me in the Yukata." He smirked, "Judging by the way you kept ripping it off of me."

She reached down, smacking him lightly in the stomach, "It's not my fault."

"You are naughty, you know." He poked her nose with his finger.

Her cheeks flushed, and she broke eye contact with him, "Naughty?" She queried, unsure about that particular word being used to describe her.

Paul noticed the change in her demeanor. "I don't mean it in a bad way, luv. I swear it." He ran his fingers through her hair, his fingers caressing the shell of her ears as he did so, "I like it." He smiled sweetly, but Natalie could see the desire glimmering in his eyes.