All My Loving ~ Beatles Oneshots (Requests: OPEN)

For The Record ♡ Paul ♡

☙ ( 623 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈) ❧.

My soaking hair makes my face and neck itch. I swiftly pull the metal handle of the nearest shop. The twinkle of a bell rings above my head. As I step through the door the smell of old paper engulfs my nose. I look around to find shelves and shelves stacked with books.

"Welcome! Let me know if you need help finding anything." A woman with long, frizzy hair shouts from behind the counter. I shoot a quick smile in her direction.

My worn Converse squeak on the wooden floor.

I hear the muffled sound of rain pounding rapidly outside as I browse the shelf labeled "Romance ♡"

I scan the shelves and find several books that pique my interest, some of which I had already read. I pull the books from the shelves and stack them in my arms. The water from my hair dampens the pages as it drips.

The bell rings once again and the sound of the rain intensifies as the door opens to reveal a good-looking young man. Water droplets slowly drip down his face. He wipes them away with the sleeve of his peacoat. He closes and shakes his umbrella before walking in.

The woman at the counter greets him. He walks to the counter and says something to the woman. She nods and points to something in the corner. He nods with a smile before turning on his heels and quickly walking to a table holding crates full of tattered records. He starts flipping through them.

I feel moved to do the same. I slowly trudge towards the table and place my books on the floor beside me.

"I hadn't even realized they sold vinyls here." I say to the man as I dig through one of the crates. I feel obliged to say something so he doesn't think I followed him over. Well, I did just not in a creepy way.

"Oh yeah. There's some good stuff in here. Really cheap, too. This place certainly is a hidden gem." The man speaks with a grin.

"What kinda stuff do you listen to?" I ask.

"Mostly rock. The old stuff." He answers, picking up a record and turning it over, examining it carefully.

"What do consider the old stuff?" I inquire.

"50s and 60s rock. Elvis, Buddy Holly, Chuck Berry..." He lists with a light laugh.

"Ah, the good stuff." I smile.

"And what about you? What do you like to listen to." He asks, looking up at me.

"I listen to a lot of blues, and of course, a lot of rock." I reply.

"Hm. I didn't take you for a blues kinda gal." He says, looking me over.

"What did you take me for then?" I smirk.

"I dunno. You seem like a jazz girl." He says after a moment of pondering. He switches his gaze back to the records.

"Jazz is alright, just not my speed." I confess

We continue looking through the vinyls in a comfortable silence.

"Just to let you two know the shop closes at 5:00" The frizzy-haired woman from the counter warns as she places a few books on a nearby shelf.

"What time is it?" I ask the man.

He glances at the watch on his right hand before answering. "4:56. Bout time to check out, innit?" He says warmly.

"I suppose it is." I say as I scoop my books into my arms.

He tucks a few records under his arms.

"Can I pay for your book?" He asks with a wide grin.

"Only if I can buy you a coffee." I say as I toss him the stack of books.

He catches the books effortlessly.

"I prefer tea." He says with a smirk.
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-𝔻𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕝𝕒𝕙