Paul Mescal is a 30 year old (born february 2, 1996) actor from Maynooth, Ireland. He's now based in London, UK. He identifies as bisexual and is in a relationship.
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@mscalpaul
Paul Mescal is a 30 year old (born february 2, 1996) actor from Maynooth, Ireland. He's now based in London, UK. He identifies as bisexual and is in a relationship.

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you know you're getting old when your daughter turns 13 going on twenty. don't get me wrong, i don't feel a day over forty but sometimes i do hear the creaks that my body let out when i get up off the floor or i sleep the wrong way. on May 30th my little girl is going to be turning into a teenager and i have to admit i'm not ready for it. will she begin to think hanging out with her old man is boring? will i not be her favorite guy anymore? my worries, folks. they are real. they are here. they won't stop coming. give me something else to think about, please. what is going on in your life?
Terrible, terrible age. Granted, I'm saying that as the oldest sibling who got roped into babysitting duty every day after school while the parents were at work, but that was definitely the era where my sister was at her absolute peak of being a pain in the arse. Proper menace altogether. But if there's one thing that never changed, no matter what age she was, it was the love she had for our dad. Honestly, I don't think you have anything to worry about. Sounds like you and her have a really solid thing between you, and there's plenty of love there. She'll probably tell you to fuck off a few times, call you annoying and overbearing, slam a door for dramatic effect like she’s starring in her own coming-of-age film, but deep down she'll still be her daddy's girl. The teenage years are rough, but they're not powerful enough to kill that sort of bond. Otherwise half the fathers would be lying face down in a field somewhere. Failed at the distraction so far, apparently, but I'll give it an actual try - I've been making some fairly massive life decisions lately and helping my girlfriend organise her move from Sydney to London so she can come live with me and we can finally escape the absolute hellscape that is long distance. It's actually been really fun so far, paperwork aside. There's been an ungodly amount of furniture shopping and the discovery that we apparently have pretty similar taste. Which is lovely now, but I feel like there's the potential it's going to end with the two of us standing in the middle of a shop arguing passionately over six nearly identical sofas.
the saddest part of the tour is coming up very soon and is our last show and last stop of the tour. we're ending our tour in london and i am feeling very emotional. i feel like we have been touring for literally an entire year and now it's coming to an end. i was so excited when this tour started. getting to be in the states and visit states we've never been to before was such a nice feeling. i'm glad we were able to do our twice vlogs while we were on tour so we can look back at these moments. now it's coming to and end. so crazy how fast time flies when you're busy having fun not to mention my days have literally blended into one. am i ready for this to end? not really but as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end right? @limelightblvdstarters
London's a great place to finish the tour. I'm sure you'll have an unreal time, even if it's the bittersweet sort where everyone's emotional and trying to act like they're handling it fine. How long have you actually been touring now? Has it really been as long as it feels or has it somehow been even longer than a year? The vlogs will definitely come in handy whenever you're in the mood to jump right back into the nostalgia. Not sure if you're emotionally ready to relive any of it yet but on the off chance you are, what's been your favourite place you got to see for the first time? And did you actually get the chance to enjoy any of those places for more than a day and had a few days off in between, or was it more a case of finishing the concert, sleeping for about twelve minutes, and then arriving at the next city to play another concert the next day?
Maybe I miss you dork.
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Maybe?? Nah, that's not good enough. Byeee.
Who's excited for my new album Dirty Blonde coming out in 20 days? I know I am very excited to go back on tour with this album and perform all the songs as well as my old ones as well.
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New music's always exciting. How's this era been treating you so far? Is it everything you'd hoped it'd be? I heard one of the songs off your upcoming album's already doing really well and, after all the stuff with your label and everything, that's got to feel great. How are rehearsals for the tour coming along?

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"His spirit's sort of still in mine-- in me. And I'm very glad about that." PAUL MCCARTNEY, May 2026
[text - @dejonesfms]: one, you made me cry. two, my parents love you even more now. three, thank you. four, best viccy sponge i have ever had. great job, mary berry.
text: You’re very welcome, Dais. Very glad it made you feel loved because that was the important bit. Also I’m choosing to take the Victoria sponge praise extremely seriously. Might frame this message actually. Might be the greatest achievement of my life so far.
Dais, ( @dejonesfms )
Happy Birthday to the greatest thing Phil and Wendy have ever accomplished.
Today’s one of my favourite days because it celebrates the existence of one of my favourite people. The world got an incredibly talented, kind-hearted person and I got a best friend who keeps my ego nicely under control at all times. Very thoughtful arrangement all around.
I do genuinely think the world became better the day you were born. You make people feel safe, loved, understood and seen, sometimes without even realising you’re doing it. That’s rare. And very annoying of you, frankly, because now the rest of us have to keep up.
Also, massive shoutout to Phil and Wendy. I love them dearly for creating you and, by extension, giving me the chance to know you at all. They really did incredible work there. Historic achievement. Nobel Prize worthy parenting, if you ask me.
I’m very lucky to have met you, even luckier to call you one of my best friends. Thank you for every laugh, every chaotic conversation, every bit of honesty, every hug, every moment you’ve shown up for me without hesitation. Life’s infinitely brighter with you in it.
I hope this year gives you back even a fraction of the love you put into everyone else. You deserve all of it and more.
Now hurry up and make a wish before you become ancient.
Love you always,
Paul
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When McCartney met Mescal Step inside Dungeon Lane Cafe and listen to the stories behind the songs. The Boys of Dungeon Lane 🐦⬛ In Conversation with Paul McCartney & Paul Mescal Premiering exclusively on @amazonlive @amazonmusic, Monday 25th May
Things since they had decided to move in together were visibly lighter. This weekend she viewed as fun prologue to the more serious logistics and eventually joy of living together. It starts as a breathless, disbelieving laugh that bubbles up from deep inside her chest. For someone who spends so much of her life over the past few years living out of suitcases and counting down the days till she saw him next, the realization of the new future was they would be building a singular, permanent anchor together. The joy isn't just a fleeting spark, it is a deep, settling warmth. But as immense as the joy of the milestone is, it completely pales in comparison to the sheer, electric rush of actually seeing him after a stretch of time apart.
The second she heard that familiar voice, Alycia’s head snapped around all her brunette straight locks following after. The joy of seeing him is physical. Her jaw dropping from the surprise of it all, the joyful surprise of it all, before a radiant smile took over her entire face. Brought out by just seeing him. Gone was the exhaustion of the long flight, replaced by the sheer, dizzying rush of seeing him standing right there in front of her. Without even a thought of the crowd or who might be observing them, she let out a delighted laugh and immediately stepped into the warmth of his space. Dropping her carryon so she could wrap both her arms around his neck, holding onto him like life very much depended on it but the action filled with jolting excitement. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, she lingered there for a moment, breathing him in and letting the warmth of his embrace finally ground her.
"My god," she whispered it right into his skin, a soft chuckle would soon follow and it would vibrate from her throat. As she got the intimate sensation of smelling his familiar cologne, have the sensational feeling of every bit of him brushing against her. Slowly and eventually she would pull back her green eyes seeking out the ocean's depth in his. Pulling back just to have his whole face in her view sight. Her hands briefly landed on his cheeks till taking to his shoulders and would slid all the way down to rest on his chest, her fingers playfully smoothing over his shirt "You absolute menace. Are you trying to give me a surprise in the middle of arrivals?" Her eyes shined so bright and incredibly soft for just him Soon she was scanning his face, taking in every single detail she'd missed—the crinkle around his eyes, the exact shape of his nose and well of course curve of his lips she adored. She leaned in a little closer, her tone dropping into something sweet and undeniably flirting.
"But to answer your question, Mr. Mescal. You may absolutely help me with my bags. In fact, I think it be in your best interest to stick close to me the entire weekend." She tipped her head up again still in such a love drunk haze, her gaze dropping to his lips, taking them in before looking back onto his eyes. "Someone really missed me I guess?" She let her hand slid down his arm and slip into his, squeezing his fingers tightly to entwine them with hers. She was completely unwilling to let goof him right now. "Come on then, chauffeur. Lead the way to the car. And we can talk about how much wine you're planning on buying me so we can be reckless and free this weekend"
The moment her arms wrapped around him, Paul let out a soft, breathless laugh that sounded almost disbelieving. He gathered her up without hesitation, both arms circling her tightly and pulling her flush against him as though he meant to erase every mile that had separated them over the past month. His eyes drifted shut for a moment, and he buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in deeply. That scent, her perfume, her shampoo, something uniquely and unmistakably her. It hit him like coming home. His heart was pounding so hard it felt almost absurd, as if his chest might split open under the sheer force of his happiness. He couldn't stop smiling. The kind of helpless, all consuming smile that made his cheeks ache and his eyes crinkle.
When she pulled back enough for him to see her face, a fresh wave of emotion swelled in his chest. Her eyes were bright, her smile was dazzling. Every feature seemed lit from within, and Paul knew instantly that this was exactly the reaction he'd hoped for when he'd decided to wait for her at arrivals like some lovestruck fool. And he'd do it again in a heartbeat. A grin spread across his face, equal parts smug and adoring. "Surprised you, did I?" he murmured, his hands still resting at her waist, his thumbs rubbing soft, lingering circles against her sides. "Had to make sure you didn't forget what I look like." His tone was teasing, but there was too much tenderness in his gaze for the joke to fully land as one. Paul studied Alycia's face shamelessly, drinking in every detail he'd missed - the brilliant green of her eyes, the familiar curve of her mouth and the expression that softened whenever she looked at him. The way she lit up just because he was standing there. It melted him completely, every time.
He laughed quietly when she told him it would be in his best interest to stay close to her for the entire weekend. His eyes sparkled, and a slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips. "That," he said, squeezing her hand and leaning in to brush a kiss to her forehead, "is exactly the plan."
And it was, it was exactly what Paul did. Over the next couple of days, he stayed as close to her as circumstances allowed. He sat beside her during long lunches under the California sun, their knees brushing beneath linen tablecloths. He wandered through vineyards with her hand tucked securely in his, pausing to steal kisses between rows of vines heavy with grapes. Tasted wine with her, laughing softly whenever she leaned in to share her thoughts, more intoxicated by the sound of her voice than anything in his glass. Every activity became sweeter simply because she was there. The scenic drives. The candlelit dinners. The lazy mornings stolen together before the rest of the world woke. And because fate, or perhaps a slightly sadistic event planner, had assigned them different rooms, Paul became remarkably inventive. A secluded terrace overlooking the valley after midnight. A quiet corner of the wine cellar where the air smelled of oak and aged cabernet. A locked bathroom during one particularly lively party. The back seat of the SUV beneath a sky strewn with stars. Anywhere he could get her alone, even for a few precious minutes. Anywhere he could kiss her until neither of them remembered what they'd been talking about. Anywhere he could press her close and reacquaint himself with the feel of her body against his, with the soft sounds she drew from him, with the dizzying relief of finally having her within reach again. He had missed her with an ache that bordered on physical, and touching her felt like satisfying a hunger he'd been carrying for over a month. Not rushed or careless, just desperate in the most loving sense of the word. Each stolen moment, whether it ended in breathless laughter or in her lipstick smudged against his mouth, only made him more certain of what he already knew. There was nowhere in the world he would rather be than beside her.
Now, on the final night, Paul sat with her at a candlelit table as the farewell dinner unfolded around them in all its polished splendor. Crystal glasses caught the golden light, locally curated wines flowed as course after exquisite course arrived, and the atmosphere shimmered with the kind of effortless glamour only these absurd celebrity weekends seemed capable of producing. And yet Paul barely noticed any of it. His attention kept returning to the woman beside him, arm resting comfortably around her shoulders while his thumb traced absentminded strokes along her upper arm. Occasionally he glanced at her, and each time the same warm swell of affection rose in his chest. After the first course had been cleared and they were surrounded a pleasant hum of voices and conversations, he leaned in slightly, his voice low and intimate. "This has been my favourite weekend in a while." His fingers tightened gently against her shoulder. "Not because of the wine, though the wine certainly helped." He smiled softly, turning his head to look at her properly. "You just make everything better, you know that?" His gaze lingered on her face, full of quiet wonder. "It doesn't matter what we're doing. Sitting in traffic, tasting wine, sneaking off to find somewhere private so I can kiss you senseless," A small, crooked grin touched his mouth as he leaned closer to add words only meant for her ears, "and fuck you senseless... It all feels perfect because you're there." Emotion thickened his voice then, though his smile never faded. "I'm really looking forward to what comes next." For a moment, he let the words settle between them.
Then his expression grew a little more thoughtful, though no less tender. "You remember that townhouse I told you about in London?" His thumb swept gently over her shoulder. "I bought it months ago and wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do with it. Thought I might rent it out." A fond smile curved his lips. "But lately, after we made the decision to move in together, I keep thinking it might make a lot of sense for us. Plenty of space. Beautiful neighbourhood. Enough room for both of us to spread out without tripping over each other." His eyes searched her face, hopeful and bright. "I'd love for you to see it now that the renovations are done." He leaned closer, brushing a kiss to her temple. "Come to London with me after this," he murmured. "We'll have a look, and if you can picture us there… then maybe that can be our home." Paul pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his own full of love and unmistakable excitement.

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Paul Mescal attends Limelight Boulevard's Napa Trip Goodbye Concert with Alycia Debnam-Carey ( @alycicdebncm ) / May 17, 2026
This weekend getaway felt like a gift. After weeks of being apart and missing her more than ever, Paul would finally have a few uninterrupted days with Alycia. It wasn't quite the same as the last time they'd been together, they wouldn't be sharing a room this time, and he couldn't pretend he wasn't a little disappointed by that. The thought of not falling asleep with her curled against him, or waking to find her still tucked into his arms, had tugged at him more than once in the days leading up to the trip.
Still, he wasn't about to let that put a damper on things. They'd have all weekend together in Napa, surrounded by friends, other celebrities who were there to enjoy all the luxuries offered to them, wine, and enough excuses to steal her away whenever he pleased. That was more than enough to have him counting down the days like a child waiting for Christmas. The flight from London had given him a rare chance to catch up on the sleep he'd missed over the past few days, though even that had been peppered with thoughts of her and the anticipation of seeing her again. Before leaving, he'd casually asked when her flight was due to arrive, pretending he only wanted to know what time to expect her at the resort. In reality, he'd been planning a surprise.
As luck would have it, her plane was scheduled to land just thirty minutes after his. That gave him enough time to make his way through passport control, collect his bag, and endure all the usual airport chaos before contacting the driver arranged to take them to Napa. The driver, a friendly bloke, kindly took Paul's luggage and stowed it in the car, letting him know exactly where he'd be waiting so they could find him later. With that sorted, Paul returned to the arrivals hall and joined the small crowd of family members, friends, and partners waiting for their loved ones to appear through the sliding doors.
In hindsight, he might've gone all in and made a little sign with her name on it just to wind her up, but simply being there felt like enough. Then the doors opened, and there she was. She emerged with a stream of other passengers, but Paul would have picked her out anywhere. His eyes found her instantly, drawn to her as naturally as breathing, as though some invisible thread between them had tightened the moment she stepped into view. The sight of her sent a familiar warmth through his chest, that potent mix of affection, relief, and want that never seemed to lessen, no matter how many times he saw her.
Keeping his head down, he slipped through the crowd and moved toward her, doing his best to remain unnoticed for just a few seconds longer. Then he appeared beside her as if from thin air. "Ms. Debnam-Carey? I'm here to pick you up and escort you to your car. May I help you with your bags?" His tone was as professional as he could manage, though the playfulness already leaked through. The grin he could no longer suppress spread slowly across his face as he waited for the moment recognition dawned and he got to watch her realise he was there. / @alycicdebncm
Feels like we've been circling the same crowds for years and somehow never properly met. Bit mad, really, that we're sharing a room now before we've ever had an actual conversation. Figured we should sort that out before I start talking in my sleep and our first proper chat is one I have no recollection of whatsoever. / @sophiebelindaxo
A soft, choke of a laugh escaped her lips. Her whole face lifting in such joy at his answer. The sounds that followed only befitting a half-sob and half-relief kind of title. She wiped at her eyes with the heel of her palm as joy over threatened in tears in the corners of her bright eyes. Those eyes she couldnt take off her handsome boy. The weight that had been silently growing in sitting heavy in her lungs for weeks and the fear that she was asking for too much, too soon all vanished as the warmth and assuredness in his voice. From worrying about his state of mind on the suggestion to great relief they were both on the same page.
Seeing him there, in this digital state that was all grainy in a FaceTime call, while he looked both disheveled and perfect while being so incredibly him, was a sight for sore eyes. Eyes flashing between his eyes a moment ago now didn't need to look any further for a flicker of doubt in his eyes because there wasn't one. He was just being as steady in his choice telling her they were on the same damn page, nobody was being dragged to this choice. That was the simplest deduction here. He was bringing grounding heat that always made her feel like she’d finally coming home, as silly as that sounded that was where she was going now, that this was the next logical home for them both. "Ive never been more sure" and in that moment her heart spoke more than anything, all the weight off it cause it was now real with that confirmation.
"You’ve no idea how long I’ve been overthinking what your answer would be," she admitted, her voice dropping into the quiet, intimate hum that follows a massive release of tension. She leaned closer to the camera, her forehead nearly brushing the glass as if trying to bridge the thousands of miles of physical space between them. "How often I raked myself over the coals just trying to find the right way to say it."pursing her lips with her finger dancing on those soft pink lines. "And I'm sure, Paul. My thoughts were so much of the same. I’ve never been more sure of anything than this decision. So much so uprooting my life sounds like a massive thing on paper, but the truth of the matter is it feels like nothing when you say it like that. Sydney will always be there, like you said we can take every chance we can to come back and maybe even one day move here if it presents. But my family knows how I feel about you. let's be real they will probably just be relieved they don't have to hear me moping around the house. "
"It should be more concerning how all the pieces are fitting together. How willing it feels with just a flick of the wrist to all fit perfectly together. But I think people say that's when you know it's the best decision. When you know it be just a little complicated and messy but the feeling it rings even through that is lighter and lovelier" Her smile such a radiant thing that it now reached her eyes, reflecting back the same glow he was wearing. The mention of coffee in the kitchen and the end of those dreaded 'last days' made her heart ache in the best possible way. There would be a conclusion to those lonely, heart aching and breaking days. The pain would now lessen not intensify with every interaction and visit. She didn't know what would replace it. Perhaps a everlasting joy and happiness. But it was the mundane things she craved most to live without a countdown in the background, to be free to just enjoy each other in every manner all around his place. Yeah and for it to be as rated as that sounded if they wanted as often as they wanted. She didn't want a highlight reel, she wanted the messy, quiet, ordinary reality of him.
"I don't want an end date either," she whispered, her gaze soft and unwavering upon him, their eyes meeting and the little butterflies in her chest dancing part in excitement and part cause he was so damn cute all the damn time. "I want the laundry, and the grocery runs, and the boring Tuesdays. I want to figure out who does the dishes next and which side of the bed is mine. If it’s a risk, it’s the only one I’ve ever been completely desperate to take." Shrugging her shoulders and scrunching her nose at how corny of a line she was saying right now "So, if the offer still stands to move in with the happiest lad you should really start making some room in the bathroom cabinet for all my things, because I’m coming over. And I’m staying."
It was both sweet and a little heartbreaking to hear how worried she had been about his reaction to her question. The thought of her lying awake, fearing he might reject the idea, made his chest ache. At the same time, he felt overwhelmingly relieved that she had pushed those doubts aside and asked him anyway. If she hadn't, chances were he would have brought it up himself sooner rather than later. Still, he knew he might have hesitated, not wanting to ask her to uproot her life for him. He liked this far better, hearing the suggestion come from her first. With her saying it so openly, and confirming that this was truly what she wanted, he felt free to let himself be excited without worrying quite so much about second thoughts or regrets. They couldn't eliminate those fears entirely, but for once, he chose not to overthink them.
"When you know, you know. And we do know." The sight of her smile reaching all the way to her eyes made his heart leap in his chest. He knew, with absolute certainty, that this would become one of those memories he would carry with him forever. Moving in together was a huge step, and it should have felt daunting. Instead, it felt as natural as breathing, like the next page in a story they'd already been writing together for quite some time. By then, he had stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and stepped back inside from the balcony, locking the door behind him. His eyes remained fixed on the screen as he moved through the flat, setting his coffee cup in the sink before leaning against the kitchen counter.
They were well and truly matching each other's sweetness now. Every word she spoke landed directly in his heart, and he let out a soft chuckle, unable to contain the happiness bubbling up inside him. The thought of sharing a home with her filled him with a giddy kind of excitement. He couldn't wait for all the little moments they were imagining to become their everyday reality. Even the mundane parts thrilled him. The paperwork, the boxes, the assembling of shelves and wardrobes, all of it felt strangely exciting because it meant building a life with her.
"However many cabinets, shelves, or wardrobes you need, I'll make sure the space is empty and ready for you." God, he wished he could kiss her right then. But he would see her soon enough, and when he did, he intended to seal this new chapter with a million kisses. "Stay for as long as you want," he said, his smile softening into something even more tender. "Preferably forever, Alycia." There was little else that needed to be said. The reassurances had been given, the decision had been made, and now all that remained was to turn this beautiful promise into their reality as soon as possible.
He smiled to himself as he took one final drag from the cigarette between his fingers. The smoke curled into the evening air, familiar and grounding and he crushed the stub beneath his shoe just outside the pub before he glanced up at the sign. Same pub, same slightly crooked hanging basket by the front door, same low amber glow through the windows. A little older now, maybe. A little less chaotic. But stepping inside felt like opening a door to a room that had been waiting for him. Paul shrugged off his jacket and headed straight for the bar, already knowing what Daisy would want. That was the thing about their friendship, time apart never seemed to create distance. He could go months without seeing her, and still know exactly how she took her drink, exactly what expression she'd make if someone said something particularly daft, exactly how hard she'd laugh when something caught her off guard. He watched as the pints were poured slowly, with the kind of reverence Guinness deserved, watched it settle into itself, dark and creamy, before carrying both drinks over to a small table near the back. Taking a seat, he wrapped both hands around his pint, patiently waiting for his best friend to arrive as he scrolled through his phone for a moment. He hadn't realised quite how much he'd missed her until she walked in and his face broke into a grin before he could stop it. "Hey bestie." He was on his feet in an instant, the words coming out warm and full of genuine affection as he crossed the room and pulled her into a tight hug, arms wrapping around her as if making up for every missed coffee, every unanswered voice note, every month they'd spent on different continents living separate lives. "Jesus, I've missed you." He pulled back just enough to look at her properly, hands settling briefly on her shoulders. "Look at you. Still causing trouble, I assume." Paul laughed softly, guiding her over to the table. "Already got your drink. Figured some things are too sacred to leave to chance." Once they sat, Paul lifted his pint toward her, allowed them to get all the typical small talk out of the way before he leaned back in his chair, eyes bright with curiosity and a grin tugging at his mouth. "Right then... I want the full Met gala inside scoop." He pointed at her with his glass, then taking a sip of it. "Don't you dare spare me the good bits either. Who was lovely, who was an absolute dose, who looked better in person, and who was held together by hopes, prayers, and industrial-strength double-sided tape?" His grin widened. "And, more importantly, whose after party was worth the loss of dignity?" @dejonesfms

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Alycia could hear, yes literally hear the cigarette in his mouth, how his voice got all muffled, low and sexy when it was. Maybe that was her imagination. Curious lines painted across her forehead, trying to figure out why her fantasy was disrupted. Moving the phone instinctively away from her ear to be meeted with that full fantasy. She immediately blushed because she wasn't able to have second to process his handsome features that he was throwing a line at her. Damn him. Almost hiding beneath her own hand. Alycia watched him through the screen, her heart doing that familiar, frantic little dance it only ever did for him. Seeing his face and though the digital grain of a FaceTime call she could still memorize every little dimple of his cheek and curve in his smile. Made the lump in her throat feel twice as heavy for a whole new reason. She caught the way he bit his lip, the casual way he held his cigarette, and the warmth in his eyes that always made her feel like she was the most important person in. his whole world. Gods, she missed him. The kind of miss that felt like a ocean of longing. Also reminded her of the importance of what she had to say. She took a shaky breath, wiping at her makeup like that straighten it all out and hide the sorrow of earlier. Her fingers shaking just a fraction while she went to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
"You look so handsome," she murmured, yeah that was important to say and could not be skipped over. A small, fragile smile finally breaking all the nerves and showing how unfailingly in love with this man she was. She let her gaze linger on him in this time, committing to memory how he looked in this specific light. Everything was telling her this was the moment. There was no turning back now. She knew how it could sound coming out of her. She knew the logistics of which could be a utter nightmare and the distance was an ocean, maybe three. However when she thought about spending another month, another week, or even another day this far apart she knew it had to be done.
"Okay, if I say this you can not laugh, and don't tell me I’m losing my mind," her voice was more soft than an actual threat. She was being earnest as he was the best to know now. She restated herself and became in a calmer state of mind. "I’ve been giving some thought to the whole way we can fix it. Not for something temporary like a trip we have done a lot of them, I mean more permanent. And I realized.with where we are in the relationship I don't want to find just a plant to name after you, Paul. And it may be incredibly selfish but I don't think a phone call is enough to sustain me when I am this deep in love with you. It won't. I want to wake up and see you there, I want to have days with you, not waiting all day for a simple phone notification." The breeze of the plant focused wind turbines blowing across her hot neck in all this waiting on his reaction.
She paused, searching his light eyes for any sign of hesitation, any sign of this idea was too damn crazy for him. She wanted a sign of retreat before she jumped off the ledge. "I want to move there. To England. with you. I know it’s thousands of miles from here, from everything I just moved back to in terms of family and friends, I’m essentially uprooting my entire life in Australia. But as we have gotten more serious I know home is only where you are. It’s a crazy idea isnt it?Just to up and decide that? But we aid in all this honesty was the best policy" She looked down to her lap nervously picking at the fabric of her shorts "Id rather be out there in a new country with you than living perfectly comfortably without you." a short, nervous laugh followed, her eyes searching his face intensely.
Getting her to blush and smile after she complimented him, helped in no small part by the fact that she could actually see him through the phone, Paul felt some of the tension in his chest ease. The sight of tears in her eyes, however, made him curse the distance between them all over again. More than anything, he wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss away every trace of sadness. Since he couldn't do that, the least he could do was try to soothe the ache in her heart from where he was and make her day a little sweeter. "Just rocking this dishevelled, just-got-out-of-bed look for your viewing pleasure," he joked softly, smiling at his girlfriend as he held the phone steady.
But when her tone turned serious and she asked him not to laugh at what she was about to say, he immediately matched her seriousness. He nodded gently, silently encouraging her to continue. What she said struck him right in the chest because he felt it too. The constant longing to build a real life together, one that wasn't mostly lived through screens and stitched together with temporary fixes, had become harder and harder to ignore. Maybe they were growing impatient, but Paul had never claimed to be particularly good at waiting. And he certainly wasn't about to start pretending he was now, not when the woman he loved so clearly wanted the same thing.
A soft, reassuring smile spread across his face as she hesitated. There was no fear or uncertainty in his expression, only the excited thud of his heart against his ribs at the thought of what she was suggesting. The cigarette in his other hand was nearly forgotten, the last drag taken moments earlier when she'd begun speaking and when she finally continued, he felt a brief flicker of surprise. Not because she wanted to move in with him, that part didn't surprise him at all. He'd sensed it coming, and if he was honest, the thought had been circling in his own mind for weeks. In quiet moments, he had caught himself imagining her things in his flat, her skincare products lining the bathroom sink, her favourite food in the fridge, her laugh drifting through rooms that had felt a little too empty before her. He knew living together would take work. There would be adjustments, compromises, and inevitable growing pains. Sharing a home wasn't just about romantic mornings and falling asleep tangled together. It meant building routines, navigating each other's habits, and choosing each other every day in all the ordinary moments. But none of that scared him. If anything, it thrilled him. The idea of facing those challenges with her felt less like a risk and more like the beginning of the life he'd been hoping for.
What did surprise him was how certain she already sounded that she would be the one to move. And, realistically, it was the only arrangement that made sense for the next couple of years. His work kept him anchored in London, and relocating to Sydney wasn't an option any time soon. The fact that she'd thought this through so carefully, and was willing to make such a significant change for them, filled him with a mixture of awe and tenderness. But he didn't want to leave her hanging for even a second, didn't want her to mistake his silence for hesitation or doubt. So he quickly refocused on the screen, meeting her eyes, and shook his head with a soft smile. "The only mad thing would be if I said no to that," he said warmly. "I'd love to have you here. Honestly, I think it'd make me the happiest lad in the world." His expression softened further, his voice gentler now. "I just need to know… are you absolutely sure you're ready to uproot your life in Sydney for me?"
He studied her face closely, watching for even the slightest flicker of uncertainty. He trusted that she had thought this through, but he needed to hear that she was truly at peace with the decision. "I know your life there doesn't just vanish because you'd be living with me," he continued. "We will head back to Sydney whenever you're missing your family and friends, or have them come stay with us in London. I still want to see more of your world, that's for certain. And this doesn't have to be set in stone, you know. If, somewhere down the road, we decide we'd rather make a life in Sydney, we'll talk it through and figure it out together." A tender smile tugged at his lips. "And selfishly... I'd be over the moon to wake up beside you every morning, to make coffee with you in the kitchen, to spend ordinary days with you and not have to dread that awful feeling that comes with the last day of every trip, knowing one of us has to leave again. I'd really love for us to stop having an end date." Paul knew there was always a chance they were moving too quickly, that living together might bring challenges neither of them could fully anticipate. But in his heart, that possibility felt far smaller than the one he believed in most - that this was exactly the step they needed, and that sharing a home would give them the kind of happiness they had both been aching for.