AN: I don't know how I feel about this part, so I hope you like it and that it doesn't disappoint.
Paul's POV
I smile at Madison and her pink lips smile back at me while my arms are around her waist and hers around my neck.
"But I'm willing to try hard, and one of us in two weeks can't decide that it's too much and we give up, you know?" I state and her forehead leaves mine and I get a nod of the head from her.
"I just want that to be said, because my intention isn't for this to be a fling, Mads." I tell her and I fold my hands as they rest on her back.
"I know Paul, and I want the same." she agrees and I'm glad for that.
I hear the timer go off that Mads set for the pasta and our arms leave the other and she walks over to the stove while I pick my guitar back up that she was using. I lean back into the chair and make a chord with my right hand and strum it and change chords while still strumming.
"The noodles are done and as for the sauce it'll need another ten minutes probably." Madison concludes and I set my guitar on the rug behind me and I pull her back onto my lap and she giggles.
I tickle her sides and I hear her happy laugh as I do so and she shoves my hands away so I stop.
"You're pretty." I say with a goofy smile and her round cheeks flush with a light pink.
I gaze into her eyes that are the color of sage with a ring of very light yellow around the pupil, they're magical her eyes. I raise my eyebrows at her comically and I get a grin out of the smiling girl who I hold right now. The smile from my face fades and a more serious look comes onto my face as I look at her whilst thinking. I want to finally ask her to be my girlfriend, to be an official couple and from the signs she's giving me and too from her words it's sounding good so I'm glad for that.
She rests her brunette head on my shoulder and I lean my head on the back of the chair while I hold her in my arms. I move my hand over to hers and I enlace my fingers with her long, elegant ones and I notice her nails to be painted a dark red. I sigh and stare up at the ceiling and I couldn't feel any more content with the inviting smells wafting around here in the kitchen, being home and having Madison in my arms. We sit in a comfortable silence together and I think of how I have a show tomorrow, and then after I have plans that I've had for a few weeks and how I wanna ask Madison to come with me somewhere. Why not bring it up right here and right now?
"Darling?" I break the silence and I peer down my nose at the beauty named Madison and I brush my thumb over her soft cheek.
"Yes?" she replies with closed eyes.
"Would you erm maybe want to accompany me up to Liverpool tomorrow night? I'm gonna go visit family up there, and stay at my dads while there." I propose and I rest my left hand on her arm that rests on my chest.
"Sure." she answers and a small grin shows on my face.
"You don't have a problem with meeting my dad, brother, some cousins and aunties of mine, do you?" I question.
"No, but.." she trails off.
"But what?" I ask and she opens her eyes to stare up at me.
"What if they end up not liking me or something, or not approving of me?" she says in a worried tone.
"I mean Paul we haven't known each other that long and what will they think of some girl you live with and whom you met two weeks ago?" she speaks and she gets off my lap to stand and I rest my arms on my knees.
"Mads, I know we haven't known each other that long and maybe we are taking things a bit too fast, but there's no turning back now. We can't be just friends because of the feelings we have for each other and I've had feelings for you since the second day you moved in. I realize I'm not making much sense with my rambling, but I wanna be with you and I think you want to be with me so why let anybody keep us apart even though my family hasn't even met you?" I stand up and say to her.
"But what if we are taking things too fast?"
"And so what if we are? I can't deny these feelings I have for you and you make me happy, Mads. Isn't that enough?" I reply and I'm amazed at how things turned from us being loving and now to seemingly arguing so quick.
She huffs and looks to her feet as she wears black socks and I'm so confused right now, but yeah maybe she has a point about us taking things too fast.
"Don't you think that maybe it's foolish or bad that we've only known each other 2 weeks and we're already involved." she continues and she goes over to the sink to drain the noodles and I wait for her to come back to reply.
"I get where you're coming from about taking things fast, but so what Mads? We can't take back what has happened or do it all over, and I'm for the most part happy with how things have been going." I add onto this subject and boy have we gotten off topic.
"I thought you just said you seriously want to try and make this work, but now 5 bloody minutes later you're having second thoughts about it! What kind of rubbish is that, huh? You just can't go around lying." my frustration gets the best of me and she doesn't appear happy with my words.
"I didn't lie." she objects.
"Then what do you call this you're doing, hmm? You just told me that you want to be in a relationship with me and now a damned minuted later you're second thoughts are getting the best of you. If you want in this, if you really do want in this please tell me now. Another option is if you want this to be some damn fling that lasted 2 weeks and if you want to make it hard on us to even live in the same house together, tell me because I'm so lost Mads." I propose and she looks at me with a sad look.
"What do you want me to say?" she mutters.
"You know." I simply state because I've showed her in a dozen ways how I feel about her and the feelings I have for her.
She turns on her heel to walk to the stove and to stir the meat in the pan and I realize how our perfect and lovely dinner is officially ruined, that's for sure. I can't resist so I walk up to her and I wrap her up in my arms, but she's rigid.
"Will you please just let me fix things? I don't want things to be like this between us." I plea in a sad tone and she says nothing.
She slowly pries my hands from her waist and she won't make any eye contact with me, and I took those and her silence as the answer I need.
"Fine then. I guess things are over between us." I state and I leave her side to grab my blazer and the car keys and I escape the house and the memories that harbor there, I wish she would just let me love her.
I left and drove to get out of that place and as far away from that house as I could until I found a deserted, old pub that still services. The blokes here are too drunk to notice who i am luckily and I take a seat and ask for a scotch coke. I dig a new pack of ciggies from the pocket inside my blazer and take off the plastic to remove a cigarette from the line of others. I light it and take a long drag from it as I hold it between my right thumb and pointer finger and I stare at it with dipped eyebrows.
She hasn't left my mind for a millisecond and I don't know how I said those final words to her, and how I let it all go and happen like it did. She's so stubborn and obviously won't let the words of somebody else change her. I wish I knew what I did wrong or what I said that was wrong, was it my fault? I fought with her and I wouldn't let what she kept saying go, but that was because I didn't want to lose her, but man did I accomplish that. Maybe I should've just stopped bickering with her and tried to actually solve the problem like the mature adults we are.
"Here ya are, chap." the bartender states as he places my tall glass of the brown liquid in front of me and I nod my head at him.
I blow out the smoke and take a long drink of the beverage and I grimace a bit at its strength, but the reason i came here was to rid myself of all these thoughts. What a coward move that is, but what the hell. I see a flash of shoulder length, brown hair across the room and my eyes dart to a bird on the other side of the room in a black dress. She turns around and she's a spitting image of Madison I can tell you that, with the facial shape and hair style.
I groan and rest my head on my folded arms. Love is a drag.
"If it isn't me old mate, Paul McCartney." I hear a voice among the others mixed in with the drunk conversations of these old geezers around me about women, the prime minister, drugs and such.
I groan again into my blazer as I hear the screeching of wood against the tile floor as he takes a seat next to me.
"Why're you here? Shouldn't you be home having a jolly good time with Madison? Oo what's this?" John says and I raise my head to see him holding my glass and moving the liquid around.
"Oh fuck off, John." I harshly mutter and I pick up my cig from the ash tray.
"Ooo I'm sorry I offended you, sir. Actually no I'm not that sorry, and don't be getting pissed off at me because of whatever happened. Wait, what did happen, you and Madison got in another fight i assume?" he shoves his nose into my business and I take off my blazer to place on the back on the chair.
I unbutton the first two buttons to loosen the collar and I do the same with the my wrists to roll the sleeves up.
"Mmhmm." I reply while taking a drag off my cigarette and I watch as the smoke blows out in front of me.
I flick the growing ash off the end of my cigarette into the tray and I look around the open pub. Some business looking men sit in booths and at tables watching sports on the telly in the corner, a few upperclass men and women sit in a booth towards the door on that side and then there's a group of old war vets behind me discussing whiskey blurred memories from the Second World War.
"What was it 'bout this time?" John pries and the male bartender sets whatever my mate here ordered in front of him.
I grab it before he gets the chance and I practically choke on the drink with my first gulp. I swallow it and grimace some more at the nasty taste.
"Heavy enough with that liquor, are ya Lennon?" I state and he takes his drink back and takes a gulp without any troubles.
"Well what did you and Ms. Shepherds get in a row about this time?"
"She was erm having second thoughts and she wouldn't let us talk about it, and the rubbish about is that not even ten minutes earlier she was saying that she's committed to try and make things work." I give him the explanation he wants and I down some of my drink.
"Mm, sounds rough. You two like to fight it seems. So what're ya gonna do about it, preppy? She lives in the same house as us and I'm sure she isn't gonna just move out because her and Mr. Lover Boy here, I mean you, had a thing and now it's donezo."
"It wasn't just a thing, John." I argue.
"Then what was it, Macca?" he continues and I suck on my ciggie and exhale the smoke.
"She very well could move out too, even though that looks bad. But she's a free bird Paul, and she could easily be another blokes by the middle of next week with her striking looks. Ya can't just mope around at a lousy pub with these old drunks crying about the bloody Nazis!" John exclaims and the drunks yell at him.
"Oh I'm sorry Grandpa, I thought that maybe you were a bit hard of hearing from all of that shooting and bombing." John comments at them and I grin at his words.
"What'd ya say, ya old geezer? No sorry I can't hear you, and you know I don't care!" John says kind of loud and I'm hoping we won't get kicked out this place.
John turns back to me after the blokes had calmed down and returned to some gripping story about some war nurses, who even knows how true their stories are to be honest.
"Well pal, ya gotta go back to the house sometime tonight and you're going to see her there. Go ahead and have a few drinks to get her off your mind, but you know she'll be the first thing on it when you wake up with a throbbing headache in the morn' and I dunno how great she'd find you stumbling into the house late barely being able to speak or walk." he continues.
"I know why you're so crazy about her, because she is a beaut. If I were you and not married, I'd make a decision about getting her back or to give her up." he has a good point and I drink from my glass of half coke half booze and I come up with what to do, but I don't feel the need to act on it right this moment with the thoughts I have coursing through my mind.