A/N, I don't expect much to respond but if you have watched the movie "Maleficant" with Angelina Jolie and found the raven lackey...well..attractive then check out my latest story. Or even if you didn't watch it and just want something magical or grunge then please check it out. It's a twist on the fairy tale, 'The Sleeping Beauty'.---
"God, y/n! You know exactly what I fucking mean!"
He said it again. He's been saying that for the past weeks, never ending and stubborn.
"That's enough George!" You yell at the man before you.
This silence him from one of his lame explanations. He sat before you, looking quite comfortable on the couch with a flat expression. There wasn't any hint of sympathy in his face or any hint of remorse. His intense eyes stared directly at yours, waiting for your next words after unexpectedly silencing his.
Your voice was shaky, but you couldn't let that show.
"Th-that's.." You sighed. The anger was wearing off to be replaced by sorrow. You took a deep breath and whispered. "That's enough."
You didn't bother to look at George before going upstairs and grabbing your coat. You went down and found him still sitting on the couch with the same expression before you left. Without hesitation, you opened the
door and walked out into the night.---
"Y/N?"
Paul opened the door and dropped the glass he was holding when he saw you.
You were a mess. Your makeup had been smudged and you the bags under your eyes only made it worst.
Finally coming to his senses, he put an arm around you and led you in.
"What happened? Are you all right?" He asked.
"It's George." You replied trying to steady yourself. "He still thinks you and I are sneaking off."
There was an eerily silence. Was going to Paul a bad idea? Now he had to deal with this mess again.
"Oh." Was his reply. "That's a shame. I thought he could be more mature and get over it." He said blankly.
He then turned to you and placed you on his couch. "Did he hurt you?"
"No." You say wiping your tears.
"But he did." He said looking at you. "He did hurt you. Look at you. He might not have done anything physically but he's done something terrible."
You look up at Paul and you would've laughed if the situation wasn't so serious. Why was he making it so dramatic?
"Paul, you don't need to worry for me."
There was a moment where you two would look in each others eyes and everything will stop. It just felt right. And now, on the couch, that feeling came back.
Slowly, he started getting closer. Looking deep in your eyes and biting his lip. What were you doing? You were now just inches away from his face.
"I have every right to worry for someone I love."

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-Beatles- ||IMAGINE||
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