Imagine... The Beatles

The Beauty In Everything

Paul Imagine :||

Paul sat on the train, staring out the window, watching everything silently. Even when the boys where yelling at him, he didn't hear. He was in deep thought. He had recently met you, and couldn't get over how beautiful you are.

Finally, George shouted in Paul's ear. "PAUL!" Paul jumped, and in the process, knocked over his milk. And it landed, in the crotch area. "Paul, are you deaf?" Ringo ask. Paul grabs some napkins and wipes his pants.

"Yes, I am deaf. I can't hear any of you." Paul says, sarcastically. Paul looks down at the milk stain, that he made worse. Paul crumples up the napkins and throws them. His attention goes back to the window.

"What are you thinking about, Paul?" John ask, throwing the napkins at George, who threw them at Ringo. "Or someone?" George says, holding up a piece of paper from Paul's notepad. Paul looks at it in horror. He loved you since he met you, but he couldn't tell the lads! They would make a fool out of him, and tell the whole world.

"It's a love sketch about Y/N, you know? My best friend!" George says. And it's true, your George's best friend. "So you fancy me best friend?" George says. Paul looks around. The last thing I need is George to tell her, Paul thinks. "Please don't tell her. She doesn't know I fancy her!" Paul says.

"Well, finally you fess up." John says, handing Paul the paper. Paul stares at your name, smiling at it. Then he folds it up, and puts it into his pocket. "I think she's on this train." Paul says. And as if by chance, you walk in.

"Brian sent me to interview you lads." you say shyly. You sit down by Paul. You haven't told George, but you fancy Paul. You know George, and he would run his mouth to the world about that. "And Brain actually wrote down what I'm supposed to ask you." you say, getting your pencil out.

You ask the questions, and then comes the last one. "Paul, who do you fancy?" Paul's cheeks start to burn, his hands get sweaty, and he can't talk. "I-I fancy... Fancy.." he stutters, knees shaking. "Paul, I won't report it." you say. This question Brain didn't write. You did.

"I fancy you." Paul says. You blush deeply. You smile. "Well, I fancy you too." you say. George's mouth drops, John pretends to faint, and Ringo covers his eyes. Paul turns to you. "Really?" he ask, excitement in his voice.

You nod your head. Paul launches himself at you, wrapping his arms around you. He places his lips on yours. His hands drift down to your waist. John gags dramatically. Paul smiles in the kiss, and so do you.

"Your the beauty in everything." Paul says, in between the kiss. You smile, and pull away. "I love you." you say. Paul smiles, "I love you more." And in unison, "I love you the most."

The End.
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