real love - paul mccartney x reader

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" Seems that all I really was doing was waiting for you "  

" fuck you want from me, mccartney? " ah yes, nat's sassiness. she doesn't even know if paul picked it up or she picked it from him. he chuckled, nat didn't find that flattering for sure.

" i want nothing with you, anderson. i want us to be friends again. y'know? like a restart. " paul explained, he didn't know if he wanted to be friends or more than that. nat side-eyed him.

" you could have told me that out there, dumbass. not here. " nat flared at him, he took her hand.

" calm down, darling. " he kissed her hand. " so, can we be friends again? " paul quivered, nat couldn't stare at him in the eyes. if he does the same shitty thing again, i swear to god, i will kill him.

" fine, we can be friends again. " nat said, a smile appeared paul's face. he left her alone, slamming the door behind them. 

" men, unbelievable. "

as nat stepped out of the place, she bumped into a man with shaggy, fluffy hair eating something. " sorry! didn't see you there. " she put her hand out, the man shook it.

" i'm nat anderson. "

" george harrison. "

the man looked familiar to nat, like she has seen him before. and come to her surprise, she has.

" wait, didn't you play on the stage? with... with the beatles? " she said with a questioning tone, george nodded.

" i believe you have met paul before. " george began. " i saw him leaving where you were leaving, of course. " he winked, nat laughed.

" you are pretty funny, george. " and pretty cute. nat swiped that thought away. sure, the entire band was cute.

" why thank you, nat. i'm more of the quiet one, to be honest. " they both shared a laugh. out of the corner of nat's eye was the clock, it read 2am. shit, it's late.

" shit, it's 2am. i have to go home. " nat said, breaking the silence between george and her. george's eyes looked down.

" i'll see you tomorrow? ok? " nat tried to cheer him up, she liked george and george liked her too.

" ok. " george said, a smile curled up on his face. she smiled back, running away to her car. nat got into her car and waited for jane. she waited for 20 minutes, it was a long time.

" wait, weren't you suppose to get groceries? " nat asked jane.

" i already got them. "

" when? "

" 2 hours ago. " nat was confused. damn, if she got groceries that fast, every man would want to be with her.

they arrived at their apartment and the time was around 2:30am. they were both so tired and wanted to sleep forever. before they got ready for the bed, it was around 3:15am. makes sense since jane took forever in the bathroom. they both say " goodnight. " to each other and went to bed.

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it was 5am in the morning when nat woke up. she couldn't go back to sleep so she decided to go the kitchen and make her a meal. she realized something, she had to quit her first job. but how? it was 5 in the morning, no one would be the office by then. nat decided to leave a voice mail, surely her boss would get it when he wakes up. she ended the voice mail and continued working on her meal. so i work for brian epstein now? and friends with paul mccartney again? nat thought to herself, she couldn't believe what happened yesterday in that time period.

it was now 6am, 1 hour has passed since nat made the voice mail. that was the one thing on her mind, she still couldn't she had done that.

" oh christ, i am a mess. " nat said quietly, trying not to wake up jane, who probably was deep asleep. her leg was shaking like crazy, but she couldn't stress over some dumb voice mail, right? nat decided to stare at the clock to not make herself bored, it read 6:01.

" only 1 minute passed? just for talking to myself? " nat rolled her eyes, she couldn't it. she decided to try to fall back asleep, and it successfully worked.

" nat! nat! NAT!!! " nat woke up due to jane's calling her name multiple times. she jumped in fear.

" jane! bloody hell, you scared me! " nat said in a sleepy voice, jane chuckled. nat stared at her and rolled her eyes, playfully.

" oh, i forgot to give you this yesterday. " jane said, before reaching into her pocket to get something. she took it out and gave it to nat, it was a phone number. " it's paul's. he wanted me to give to you before you left. " nat scanned the phone number, she wanted to call him but it probably to early for that.

jane scanned nat. " how much sleep did you get last night? "

" like 3 hours. "

" 3 hours?? nat, you have to get sleep. " jane said in a strict voice.

" but i have work, jane. i can't go to sleep. " jane looked down, then her eyebrows raised.

" i'll call paul and tell him to tell... "

" brian. "

" brian. that you can't make it. " jane took the phone number out of nat's hands and she finished her sentence. nat rolled her eyes and got to follow jane to the phone.

" what if he asks why? what are you gonna say? " nat asked her friend as jane dialed the number.

" nat, relax. i'll figure something out. " nat rolled her eyes and went back to her bed. she flopped on it, she was really tired. nat closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but failed. how could she done it as 5pm and not in 7am?

10 minutes passed and jane walked in nat's room.

" it's been 10 minutes. why the fuck were you talking to paul for 10 minutes? was he just flirting at you? " nat called out to jane, sleep deprived.

" he was worried, really worried about you. " nat was flattered, maybe paul was trying to be a good friend though they decided to be friends again yesterday.

" that's sweet of him. "

" it is. he also said he would come up with a way to tell brian that you can't make it. " jane explained the conversation, nat blushed.

" nat, are you blushing over there? "

" no! why would i? " she lied, she was as red as a tomato. jane chuckled.

" you like paul! " nat looked back at her in disgust.

" ew! no! i don't like him like that! we are just friends. " nat crossed her arms, putting. jane chuckled again.

" sure you do. " jane said. " wait here, i'll make you something. "

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