The Beatles X Reader/One Shots ❤︎︎

Sick as a Dog (P.M)

CW: Language
Y/N's POV, 1969

I call Paul on his home phone, excited about our plan for a coffee shop date. Paul answers a few seconds later, sounding unusual.

"Hey Y/N." Paul rasped. "What do you need?"

"Paul are you okay!? You sound awful!" I asked, concern filling my voice.

"Yes I'm fine, darling. Just an annoying-" he gets cut off by a coughing fit, then continues. "just an annoying cold. Nothing too serious though, I should be fine." He said.

I sighed. "I'll be over in 10. What kind of tea do you want?"

"Y/N no-" I cut him off.

"What. Kind of tea. Do you want?" I pushed.

"Y/N I pride myself on being independent alright? I'm okay, I promise. We can reschedule the date for-" I hung up.

I sighed annoyed and brought 10 different tea bags with me and headed for Paul's house, which was about a 5 minute drive. I pull into the driveway and see him stare out of his bedroom window at me. I can see the annoyance in his eyes.

I walk in and head upstairs, knock on his door, and head a faint "Come in." As I enter, I see a red faced, tired Paul McCartney laying on an un-made bed. There's tissues and medicine bottles scattered all throughout the room.

"Oh Paul... You know you could have called, right? What did I say to you when we first met? I said if you need anything at all, all you gotta do is call, and I'll be there. I know you're capable of taking care of yourself, but I worry a great deal about you darling. Please let me help you."

He looks at me with sympathetic eyes, and nods. I go downstairs to make the tea, and maybe some biscuits if he has the ingredients.

Paul's POV

Y/N kisses me on the forehead before heading downstairs to make the tea they brought.

"Fuuuuuck." I Mutter under my breath. Another damn headache. No matter how much medicine I shove down my throat, it doesn't do Jack shit. I wonder what kind of tea Y/N will make me. Maybe Lavender or Sweet Tea. Or maybe they were just lazy and bought Arizona Green Tea from the gas station. My thoughts are cut off as I hear footsteps creeping up towards the room.

Y/N's POV

I walk in holding a cup of hot lavender tea and a pot of soup, and a side of biscuits. I set them down on his nightstand, and take a seat on a rocking chair next to his bed.

"Oh love, you didn't have to do this, this is way more than necessary I-"

"Shut up and just eat it." I say playfully. He gives me a look that says "Thanks" and I watch as he eats everything.

"You bring anything else with you?" Paul asks. "No, just tea, soup, and ingredients to make biscuits. Why?" I questioned.

"Oh no reason. I just thought maybe you would have a cute nurse outfit for me since you're taking such good care of me." He smirked.

I hide my flushed face and slightly giggle. I make my way over to the other side of the bed, and lay down underneath the covers.

"You sure you wanna be with me, love? I could be contagious!" He said teasingly.

"Oh I can take it. Ive been through worse. Hearing you eat that biscuit like it was full of bones is probably worse." I joked.

"Ohhhh you think you can handle it, huh? Well if you're gonna risk it all to stay with me, atleast let me use your lap as a pillow." He said, his voice muffled by the covers.

I laugh and move closer to him, picking his head up and gently placing it in my lap. He smiles happily as I play with his hair, occasionally kissing him as his beard gets in the way. After a while, he speaks up.

"I'm glad you came, dear. I appreciate you looking after me, even when I'm too stubborn to look after myself. I was actually planning to try to go record with the guys if you hadn't called. Where would I be without you?"

I giggled slightly. "Of course hun. I love you so much. And you don't have to worry about what you would do without me, cause I'm not leaving you!" I say as I hug him laying down in the bed.

He chuckles and hugs back, and leans forward for a kiss which I happily give him. His beard does get in the way sometimes, but I think he looks cute with it so I don't mind nor say anything. I yawn as I start to drift off. "Goodnight Paul. I love you." I say as I smile warmly.

"Goodnight darling. I love you as well, and I always will. Sweet dreams." He replies, and we both fall asleep in each others warm embrace.