Classic Rock Imagines

Paul McCartney 1

This is for Starbeatles I hope this is okay I didn't really know what rockstar to pick
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I saw her standing there
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*pauls POV*
I looked at all the girls in the room I was standing in. I sighed. They where all the same. Flirty, girly, popular, and too perfect looking. They all just wanted to dance or date, maybe even kiss, myself or one of the boys. They didn't even know us really, it was just because we where famous rockstars. A blue eyed blonde in a pale pink dress came up to me. "Well, I fit isn't the famous mister Paul McCartney." She smiled flirtatiously. "Hello." I muttered. "Well, aren't you going to ask me for a dance?" She requested, putting a hand on her hip. "Sorry miss, but I'm quite tired tonight. I'm afraid you'll need to find another dance partner." She sighed, gave me a disappointed glare, then strutted off to tell her friends. I was beginning to get bored, and annoyed with all the flirty girls. I went over to John, who was enjoying all the attention. "Hey John, I'm gonna go for some fresh air, alright?" I said. "mmmhhhmm, go ahead.." he said, obviously more focused on the giggling girls on his arms. I walked out of the place, slightly annoyed about how everyone treated me. Just because I was a famous rockstar didn't mean I was anymore lovely or charming. Honestly, I'm just as human as they are. I keep walking down the sidewalk in the cold weather. Then suddenly something catches my eye. A girl, dressed in muddy torn up clothes, sitting on a doorstep, playing and singing Beatles songs to earn some money.
*your POV*
You're sitting on your doorstep, playing popular rock songs to try to earn some money. You don't mind it, because you really enjoy playing music, but it is some hard work. You finish your last song for the night, when you see a boy, your age walk up to you. "Hi there." He says. "Hi. " You reply. "I just want to say, I-I love your playing and you have a lovely voice." "Thank you." This boy looks quite familiar, but you can't quite seem to recognize him. "Have I seen you somewhere before?" You ask. you see him look down nervously. "Well, actually, I'm uh, Paul McCartney." Wow! You had loved the Beatles, but you'd never dreamed of meeting one! "Nice to meet you Paul. I'm (y/n)." He looked up at you with a beaming smile. "Nice to meet you too. Thanks for not freaking out and trying to kiss me or something." You giggle. "I'm guessing it's happened before?" He laughed "yeah. All the time." "Crazy life of a rockstar, huh." You add. He just smiles and nods. Before you know it, you are both in a conversation. You realize that even though Paul is a famous rockstar, he is a really regular, nice, guy. "(Y/n), would you like to take a walk with me?" "Sure!" You say, delighted. You both walk and chat in the chilly air. You shiver at the breeze, and he gives you his jacket. "Thanks Paulie." you say. Then you both giggle at the pet name you've just given him. You walk another block. You go onto a rocky trail. It's lovely and peaceful. You talk about how much you love it. Then you suddenly slip and fall, but you land in Paul's arms. His embrace is warm and loving. You feel yourselves pull closer together. Until your lips meet.