Lonely Old People - Paul McCartney Fanfiction

Chapter 26 - Lonely Old People

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December 31st, 1976

I was sitting down on the grandstand seats while I looked at the new setup in front of me. While it somewhat resembled my old studio, it also had some new touches to it and it really made the whole stage look even better than I could've imagined.

Going back home to England really did a lot more for me than I thought. I was so much happier and comfortable here, I didn't feel like everything around here was all for show and like I was finding false happiness in a place of sadness. You can't ever beat the feeling when you're back in your home country. You'll always just have that special bond with it.

When I arrived here, I already saw a few billboards or posters advertising my show which was exciting. Sure, my face had been everywhere, but it's just special here. I was in Liverpool for a few days just to reminisce and I even saw some posters there. That was super weird.

Now, this country didn't have the California sun or the streets full of Hollywood magic or anything, but it was homey. I was more than content living here, I think the move was really smart.

"Miss McCain? Your mother's here," a guy said.

I thanked him and went to the doors that walked to this room, seeing Mum standing there waiting for me. The past week, I had been staying with my parents. I know it kind of sounds pathetic on paper when you say I'm nearly 35 and I'm living with my parents, but I just needed them now. They took me in during a hard time in my life when I was a child, and here they were again, welcoming me into their home with open arms. Besides, who really ever gets too old to stay with their parents?

When she asked me why I seemed so sad sometimes, I ended up explaining to her the whole Paul thing. It was a bit hard for her to understand, I guess she had been watching too many romance movies where everything is easy, but she kind of had an idea.

She also of course asked about my recovery after being hospitalised and all, I think I scared her with some of what I said. We even ended up crying a little while talking about it, but thankfully she wasn't too mad at me and told me as long as I'm not on anything anymore, she's okay with it. I don't think she was all that surprised, I heard somewhere that it's common for children of drug addicts to become addicted themselves, and of course, my biological parents were terribly addicted.

We walked outside to the parking lot where there was only a bit of paparazzi waiting outside. They just asked some stuff and took a few pictures so it wasn't anything bad. They were very different to American reporters. When we got to the car, I suddenly widened my eyes and had a huge smile on my face.

The window rolled down and I saw Ollie inside waiting for me with that annoying smile on his face. I quickly jumped in the backseat with him and hugged him, not wanting to do it in front of the paparazzi. I missed Ollie a lot, he's been my best friend since he was born.

Mum drove us back to her and Dad's place which was in a very quiet area. I liked it, the place was kind of secluded and there wasn't so much noise coming in from the city. I think I'd like to live somewhere quiet, I've had enough of the city life. Maybe a farm would be nice.

Dad was still at work so we obviously couldn't greet him when we got home, so instead Ollie just showed me some new songs he was writing. His band did really good in America, it got them quite a bit of attention and they even had one of their singles charting, hitting number 14. I had to bring them onto the show one day. The audience already loved Ollie anyway after he filled in for me on the show. The guys thought he was cool and the ladies thought he was a dreamboat. Ha, that's strange, my brother's a supposed dreamboat.