Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on! (The Beatles X Reader)

Chapter 1

Y/N sat in the coffee shop, sipping her mocha in peace. Her fingers tapped on the keyboard as she had to turn in her newest college paper that afternoon. Her airpods were in her ears playing the melodies and harmonies of the Beatles. It calmed her, listening to songs that seemed to give off such a feeling of joy. Being 19 and joyfully on the way to having an English degree, she thought of what fun it would be to write stories for the world. Her parents were supportive, which was all that mattered. She had played piano for as long as she could remember which sparked her newest story idea for her paper.

A Tale Of A Lone Pianist

It was perfect and she couldn't wait for everyone to read it. Taking another sip, many people zipped by her. The shop was busy, basically bursting at the seems with people. Sometimes she could basically feel the people staring at her computer screen. It annoyed her, but she continued her story.

"Watch where your walking, old man!" Someone snapped. Paying no mind, she felt something hit her foot. A phone.

"I'm sorry, luv. My phone got away from me." A man said, trying to hide his face with his hood.

"It's alright." She said, grabbing the phone off the ground. Her fingers grazed the button, turning it on. The lock screen was a picture of Paul McCartney. She smiled as she handed the phone to him.

"You a McCartney fan?" She asked, trying to get a better look at the man. He made a small laugh.

"You could say that." He smirked, putting the phone in his pocket. His clothes looked stained, as if he had spilled his coffee or something. Oh, wait...

"Can I buy you another coffee? You look like you lost yours." She giggled, as the man stiffened. He looked at his clothing.

"It's okay, you really don't have to." He murmured, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I insist." She said, standing up. "All I ask is that you watch my stuff. What coffee do you want?" The man fumbled with his jacket, uncomfortablely.

"You trust me?" He asked, unsure. She nodded.

"I like to give everyone the benefit of the doubt." She concluded. He seemed to relax and smile.

"I prefer tea actually." He said, quietly.

"No big deal, I'll get you what you want." Standing up she went to stand in line. Watching carefully the man sat down and just looked around a bit. He didn't even glance at her computer screen. After finally getting the tea, she walked back to him. Handing him the tea, she sat down across from him.

"Thank you." He said, gleefully. The hidden sunny smile shone at her.

"So, what is it you do?" She asked, striking a conversation. The man was shocked, but appreciative of the kindness of the girl.

"I'm a musician." He remarked. Interesting, but it made sense due to his lockscreen.

"That’s cool. I've played the piano since forever, but I never written my own song. It's so cool you could make a career out of it!" The girl cheered.

"An interesting one at that." He muttered, "What do you do?"

"English Major in college." She explained, "I like to write stories." He perked up at her with a genuine smile.