Only Love Remains - Paul McCartney Fanfiction

Chapter 4 - Andy

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Sitting down at the piano, I finally could sing the song I wrote in the way that I had thought up. I was surprised the melody had stuck in my head quite well, I couldn't stop thinking about it and that's usually a good sign. That's what it was like the last time I had a hit song, which was earlier this year.

The first time I played through it once I had got here, I nearly made myself cry. This had to be recorded, I knew I needed this out on shelves and in people's homes. I don't like to overly praise my own work or toot my own horn, in fact, I feel awkward when I hear my own songs, but sometimes you can't just play the humble game. I knew I had something great.

Andy was sat down as I needed someone else to hear it to make sure I wasn't crazy and that it actually was a good song. He was always one of the first people to hear my material, he had been my cheerleader since we were young.

When I looked up from the piano keys, I saw his face all red and his eyes a bit watery while a huge grin showed how much he loved it. I was so excited to know that it wasn't just me getting too cocky with my work and that the song was actually something good.

"Oh my god," Andy said, chuckling at himself as he wiped his eyes, "that was perfection. I don't believe a song has moved me like that since... well since I don't even know. Ramona, you have to release this."

"Really? I've been scared that people will get too suspicious if I release it, you know how the press likes to read into everything," I said.

"Well if they try to say anything, just give them the lyrics to... I don't know, Ob La Di Ob La Da or whatever. Simply explain that songs don't always have to be written from personal experience. I know that this one is about how you're feeling now, but you don't have to say that to the press," Andy said. "If they keep insisting and asking why it seems so personal, you can always say you wrote about a friend's experience."

"Alright, I'll put the blame on you," I chuckled.

"Hey, I'm tryna keep things going with Tim!" Andy giggled.

Tim was his husband. Not legally, men marrying men wasn't accepted all that much, nor were you able to actually do it under the eyes of the law, but they lived like they were married. They were seriously in love with each other, it got me so excited when I met Tim and saw how he and Andy acted around each other. They wore wedding rings to signify their commitment to each other and would refer to the other as their husband. Currently, were having a little argument over who would take which last name. It was kind of cute.

Andy grew up worrying about his future when it came to love. He didn't know if he would ever find someone he'd fall in love with, most of the time, the men he'd meet that seemed perfect were straighter than a ruler. He was the kind of guy who was more into long term relationships, so flings never happened and he didn't have those sexual relationship things.

"How is Tim by the way? I need to visit you two more often!" I asked.

"I was just about to say that! We need to introduce you to our new puppy, Cookie," Andy said. "Hell, even my dad has met Cookie and you know he don't like visiting me."

Andy's father cried when he found out his son was gay. It was terrible, I wasn't there but Andy of course rang me as soon as he came out and couldn't stop sobbing because of how his father reacted.

You see, coming from the South meant a crazy importance on religion and a crazy importance on religion meant most people hated the gays. Andy rarely visits home anymore because of it. He knows if he brings Tim with him, he'll be the talk of the town and not in a good way.

Thankfully, his mother never stopped supporting him and was proud when he came out. She was probably the only reason he ever visited home once a year. It was usually her flying to England to visit him and Tim anyway, so it's not like they lost contact or anything.