Paul One Shots

Twenty flight rock

I sat with the guys at John's new place, ashtrays, beer bottles and papers scattered around every surface, cigarette ends and some chips all over the table where we had all come over tonight. I kept an eye on the clock on his mantle and I saw it tick over.

"Alright boys, I've got to get home" I said 

"Awww come on paul" george complained

"Where you off to mc charmly?" John laughed having another cigarette

"If you must know… I'm off for a cup of tea with y/n" I told them,

"Ohh yeah? A cup of tea? That what your calling it now?" George laughed

" shut up" I sighed "I'll be late" 

I took my things and headed out going down the sunset streets to the bus stop luckily the bus was just getting there any later I would have missed it, I got my ticket and went sitting upstairs with my guitar watching the world go by for a while seeing so much go past till I reached the end of the line so I headed down and off at the last little stop. I hurried along though the dark till I reached her building I saw all the doorbells so I found hers and rang it twice and almost instantly the door unlocked so I headed in keeping my guitar close to me as I headed into the lobby. I went to the old metal frames elevator but I noticed a padlock around the handle so I couldn't open it 

"It's out of order" a man at the manager desk says 

"Ohh, is there another one?" I asked

"Nope. Just the staff one"

"Could I use it? Please? My girlfriend's on the top floor and I have all my stuff?"

"Are you staff"

"No"

"Then you already have the answer" he says 

I sighed looking at the stairwell… twenty floors. With my stuff. And my guitar.

This is gonna be fun.

By the time I got to the fourth floor I was okay powering though I feel good I should do this more, you know what no more lift I'll walk every weekend.

By the time I was at floor ten

"Uuuuhhhhh!! Nooo!! Why did I pick a guitar! Guitars are so heavy. Why couldn't I play the recorder! Or a harmonica! That shit would be so easy! Uuuuhhhhh this is how drummers must feel all the time" I whined 

By floor twelve 

"I love her! I can do this! I am a strong willed man! I can do this! For the woman I love!"

By floor fifteen

"It's not worth it… it's just not worth it" I cried sitting in the steps to get my breath "I understand the song now, this is shit. I adore her, I love her but this is not worth it" I cried "just five more floors. Then y/n. Her arms. Her bed. Her cooking. And I seriously hope a blow job"

By floor eighteen

"Y/n. And sex. Y/n and sex. And a nap…. And maybe a bubble bath" 

By the time I reached her door I was almost ready to pass out knocking a few times and she happily opened it in her little black nightie and sheer dressing gown playing with her hair 

"Awww you kept me waiting so long" she pouts I went to answer but collapsed in her "oohh hello," she giggled pulling me and my stuff inside as my legs now refused to work "I'm sorry paul I forget to tell you the lift is broken"

"It's fine.. so long as I get to see you. Just uhhh maybe put some clothes on. I need a little while to get some energy and some air in before I can even think about having sex with you"