Honey Pie (P.M)

Fleeting Compliments

They sprinted down the street, only slowing down when the bus stop was in sight. As they walked closer, they noticed two figures stood there. Louise pulled Paul back, halting their journey. ”Do you know them?” Louise asked, apprehensively; she was new and didn't like the look of the black clothes clad figures. Paul looked over and squinted, trying to see who the two people were. One looked over in their direction and waved. Paul smiled, waving back. “Aye, they’re me best mates. C’mon.” He took her hand again and led her towards them.

“Oi, look at the talent on McCartney’s arm!” Paul raised an eyebrow. "Stand down, Lennon; you've got Cyn." Paul told John. “Who’s your friend, Paul?” George Harrison asked, taking a long drag of his cigarette. “Lads, this is Louise. She just moved in next door.” "Number 18? Don't cha know that house is haunted?" John asked, making ghostly wails. "Doesn't bother me; I'm a big fan of horror movies." Louise replied, smiling sweetly at him. John rolled his eyes, his fun spoiled. “Welcome to Liverpool.” George said, shaking Louise's hand. She spotted John looking at Paul’s fingers entertwined with hers. “You plan on playing with Paul’s heart for long then?” John asked coldly. “Only if he plays with mine.” Louise replied. John’s face softened and he cracked a smile. ”Yer little girlfriend’s alright, Paul.” ”She’s not me girlfriend! I’ve only just met 'er!” Paul yelled, his cheeks going red. A small sound came from beside him; Paul looked down to find Louise chuckling. Louise stopped chuckling when she realised the three boys had stopped talking and her dark brown eyes shot up to meet Paul’s stare. “Was something funny?” Paul asked. Louise shrugged. "You're... cute when you blush." She replied, making Paul blush even more. “You wanna keep this one, Paul. She's fleeting with the compliments. Won't let that ego of yours grow anymore.” John joked. “Look, piss off alright?” John and George stopped laughing and looked up at Paul. “It wasn’t that funny.” Paul, rubbing his arm, walked over to where Louise was sat. “Can I sit down?” He asked her quietly. She replied with a shrug of the shoulders. Paul exhaled a long breath and sat beside her. A few seconds went by, and Louise said nothing to him. A gust of wind went by and a few strands of Paul’s hair fell out of its usual Teddy Boy style. He groaned and tried to blow it out of the way. As he did so, Louise looked over her shoulder and began to watch him. After a few attempts, Paul gave up with an angry groan. Louise giggled and turned around to face him. “Let me help you.” She said. Paul smiled and moved over to her. She turned around fully, her knees bumping his when she finally faced him. “Put your head down.” She instructed. “Yes ma’am.” Paul said sarcastically. Louise's lips turned into a small smile and, at seeing her reaction to his joke, Paul put his head down and grinned. Louise fixed his fair within a few seconds and Paul raised his head. Not quite realizing how close he was to her, Paul came face to face with Louise. “Thanks.” He uttered breathlessly. “Yer welcome.” Louise replied in the same tone. “Oi! Get a room!” Paul and Louise looked over at the bus stop, where the highly amused John and George had been stood, watching the entire thing play out. A double-decker bus pulled up and Paul turned back to Louise. “I’m sorry.” He said sincerely. Louise smiled. “I’m sorry too.” The bus driver pipped his horn, and John waved at them to hurry up. “Yer coming still or…?” Paul asked quietly, afraid of what Louise's answer would be. Louise thought about it for a second or two. She took Paul’s hand in hers. “You have to pay my bus fare though.” She said. Paul grinned and they stood up and ran over to the bus. “Bloody hell McCartney. When it comes to girls, you don’t half take your good sweet time.” Paul grinned at the bus driver and hand over enough money for two fares. “Paying for the lady are we? I never thought I’d see the day when one of you lot treated a lady like a lady.” Louise grinned at the bus driver, who winked playfully. “If he gives you any trouble, young lady, you just tell me. I know his dad.” “Will do. Thank you.” Louise said, taking her and Paul’s tickets from the bus driver. Paul put his hand on the small of her back and led her over to the stairs, which led to the second level. Once up there, they found John, George and a forth boy. “Alright Ringo?” Paul called over to him, putting his arm around Louise's shoulders. “Alright Paul. Who’s the talent?” “That’s Louise. She’s the bird we were just telling you about.” John said, putting a cigarette in his mouth for Ringo to light. “Ah, you’re the one who just embarrassed Paul, eh?” Paul frowned at Ringo and led Louise to a seat at the front of the bus. They sat down, Louise by the window, and rested their feet on the ledge in front of them. Paul put his arm around Louise's shoulders again, and this time she nestled close to him. John, George and Ringo all responded by wolf whistling at them. Before Paul could respond, Louise turned around to look at them. “Fuck off!” She yelled. There was a stunned silence as Louise resumed her position next to Paul. “Twats.” She said, just loudly enough that the three lads at the back of the bus could hear here. Paul looked down her, impressed. “What?” Louise asked when she caught sight of him staring at her. “Yer fuckin' brilliant, y’know that?” Paul told her; his compliments were never ending. A delighted grin spread across Louise's face and she snuggled back into Paul. "Thanks. You aren't so bad yourself."