He looks at me worriedly. I smile and kiss his cheek.
"It's okay," I whisper to him, "she's here to help you."
He forces a smile and looks at Isa once more.
"Let's get the session started, shall we?" she suggests.
He nods.
"I'm afraid she'll have to leave the room," Isa points at me. "These are private matters."
I begin to get up, ready to leave the room at her request, but Paul grabs my hand, yanking me to a stop.
"I want her to stay," he says quietly.
"Paul—" Isa is about to say something, but he shakes his head.
"I want her to stay, or else I won't do the session. Please." It sounds like he's practically begging the woman.
She sighs. "Fine."
I smile at Paul as I sit back down. He wraps an arm around me and I respond by leaning back into his chest. He begins to play with my hair and Isa stares at the two of us warily.
"All right," she clears her throat, "let's begin."
Paul tenses up again, but relaxes when I squeeze his hand.
"I'm here," I quietly remind him.
"Why don't you start by telling me about Meredith?"
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His Name Is Paul (Paul McCartney) (COMPLETE)
FanfictionI go into my backyard and gasp. My neighbor is also out. Out of his house for the first time since...the incident. His name is Paul. Warning: This fanfiction deals with mature and sensitive topics and may be triggering to some. As a result, it is ra...
