Thomas Brodie-Sangster and Character Imagines

Little Sister (Paul McCartney)

Paul McCartney x Fem!Reader
Warnings; fluff, Paul is such a sweet bean, British reader so be ready for that, this is also going to be a bit longer,

(Y/n)'s P.o.V

Ever since John got that bloody guitar he won't stop playing it. Don't get me wrong I love that he's finally got something he likes and I love going to his 'gigs' but hearing it everyday while also knowing he isn't doing it correctly gets frustrating. "John for god's sake either learn how to play properly or don't play at all!" At least Mimi agrees with me but she could be a bit nicer about it. I can here Mimi in the kitchen making lunch and I decide to help her out. Before I can even think about moving John comes flying down the stairs.

"I've got a gig tomorrow, mum's coming to it," unlike the others, I see mum a lot because I found out about her living near us and I wanted to be with her. I love her and her new family and I'm glad finally decided to give her a chance.

Time skip (because I want to get to the good part)

John and his band apparently have a new member and he's coming over to teach John how to play the guitar properly. I really hope he's not like the other boys in the band, some of them are alright but they all have a dickhead streak in them. Mimi calls out to John saying his friend was here and there's a knock at the door a few seconds after. "Get the door, would you (Y/n/n)?" 'He's your friend not mine' I think as I trudge to the door. As I open the door, I just stare at my feet and motion him inside.

"Uh, thanks. I'm assuming you aren't John's aunt Mimi then?" I was not expecting this kid to be so polite. His voice is soft and gentle and warm- okay, let's not get ahead of ourselves, you haven't even seen him and it could be an act. I just shake my head and stand there awkwardly, waiting for John to arrive.

"Ah! Just in time. Paul this is my sister (Y/n). (Y/n) this is Paul." John puts his hand on my shoulder and then a hand appears in front of me. Maybe I shouldn't judge the boy so quickly. I grab his hand and look up at his face. Big mistake. A jolt goes through my hand and my breathing stops. This boy is gorgeous. His dark brown hair is styled to the side, his dark chocolate eyes are warm and gentle and a small smile graces his lips. Heat crawls up to my cheeks and butterflies swarm in my stomach. We stare at each other for a while, seemingly taking the other in. A cough breaks us apart and I unfortunately let go of Paul's hand.

"W-well, it was nice to meet you Paul, i-if you boys need anything just shout for me." After I manage to get out my sentence I run upstairs to my room and close the door. Leaning against the door, I can hear John laughing and telling Paul that I'm always that awkward. Damn it John, now the nice, pretty boy won't want to talk to me. Before I walk further into my room, I hear Paul speaking. Something a long the lines of "she's... why... I met her?"

'He's talking about me and it didn't sound like it was negative'

Time Skip

It's been a few hours since Paul arrived, and from what I can hear, he's an amazing guitarist. When they first started, I could hear them and John was only learning chords so it wasn't anything fun to listen too but then Mimi kicked them out into the porch so I couldn't hear them as well. The boys have just finished their practice and John asked if Paul could stay for dinner. Mimi said yes, so now I'm panicking because I will embarrass myself and Mimi won't let me eat in another room. I would love to spend time with Paul, but not with my aunt and brother sat with us. God knows what they would say about me, and I really don't want either knowing that I might have a small crush on a boy I haven't properly met. For now though, I suck it up and go into the mini dinning room. As I walk through the door, Mimi shoves plates towards me. Thankfully, due to living with John, I have good reflects. I grab the plates and lay them on the table for each person. Just as I set the last plate down, the two boys walk in, one pushing the other while they both laugh.

"Glad you two could make it, we wouldn't want the food to be wasted now, would we?" Mimi says, passive aggressively. She puts down the bowls of food and tells us to sit. John sits next to the window, as does Mimi. Which means I'm sat opposite Paul. Oh god please don't do anything embarrassing. Not even because he's attractive, I just don't want a new person to have a reason to laugh at me.

Everyone puts what food they want on their plates and soon we're all eating. Mimi obviously wants to know about Paul, I think it's mostly because he's so different from the other boys John is known to hang out with. She asks him all kinds of questions, meanwhile I sit there listening and eating. "Oi, (Y/n), you got something on your face," I look up at John and he wipes some mash potatoes on my nose. He laughs, and as he does I fill my spoon with mash and peas, because revenge needs to be messy. Did I forget to mention that John and I have a habit of getting into little fights. Not serious ones, but food fights or wrestling, both of which Mimi says are 'unladylike' and 'disgusting'. I flick the spoonful at him and it hits him right it the face. Bullseye. Paul bursts out laughing, John looks shocked and Mimi is practically fuming.

Long story short...
We may have gotten ourselves kicked out for the rest of the day. So now we're walking to the park, that is until some girls catch his eye. "Good day ladies," he smirks at them and they all giggle. I swear if he leaves me alone to go with a gir- and he's gone off with a random girl. This is great. I roll my eyes as I watch him wander away, completely forgetting about Paul and I. Speaking of Paul, he turns to me and smiles. 

"And then there were two," he says, still smiling warmly at me. I giggle and blush slightly. What the hell. Get yourself together (Y/n), you don't giggle, no matter how cute, talented or charming a boy is. 

"Since we didn't get to finish our food, do you want to get some chips? I know a place near here." Paul nods, and we start walking. He looks down almost shyly, then he grabs my hand hesitantly. My face goes bright red, as does his. As we walk, we learn about each other and when we reach the shop, I realise how quickly I'm falling for him.