The Beatles Imagines ❤️

| Paul |

"Hello, Miss."
Amelynn turned around to meet a boy that was at least 5'9". She looked up at him because she was so short (5'4") which would have made her feel quite intimidated if it weren't for the boys kind, brown eyes. He was thin and very very handsome, Amelynn thought.
"Hello, sir." She smiled softly.
"Would you care to dance?" He questioned, holding out his hand.
"Oh-um, I don't really know how to." She blushed in embarrassment.
"Don't worry, love. I'll show you." He smiled.
Amelynn gladly took the boy's hand, and he led them to the club's dance floor.
Oddly, there was a slow song on.
"I'm Paul. Is this ok?" He said, placing his hands on her waist.
Amelynn smiled. "Perfectly ok. I'm Amelynn." She told him. "Is this ok?" She asked, putting her arms around his neck.
"Perfectly ok," He grinned, "Amelynn is a beautiful name."
"Why thank you, Paul." Amelynn smiled.
"All you do is sway to the beat softly, then you step to the left, right, then back. Then I twirl you. Sound good?" Paul checked.
Amelynn nodded.
"So, Amelynn, where are you from?" Paul questioned as he stepped to the left. The pair were in Liverpool at the Cavern Club.
"Liverpool. What about you?"
"Liverpool as well." He answered.
"Very nice. Do you like coming here a lot?" She asked.
"Actually, my band and I used to play here a lot." He responded, twirling her.
Amelynn smiled as she spun back into the handsome boy.
"Oh, really? What is the name of your band?" She queried.
"Well, one of the members is gone, and one of them we had to replace. So the band is different now. We're called the Beatles." He responded casually.
"Wait! You're Paul McCartney?! Wow!" Amelynn beamed, in awe that she was dancing with a famous singer.
"You've heard of me?" He smirked.
"Of course! You have an amazing voice. I've just never seen a picture of you 4. Just heard your music." Amelynn said.
"Oh, yeah? What's your favorite song?" He asked.
"I love all of them, but probably "Please Mister Postman", "She's Leaving Home" or "Blackbird". She smiled.
"Really? Those are mine too." He joked, making her laugh.

After the dance was over, Amelynn tried to curtsy in her tight but modest black dress. Paul bowed like he was about to do karate. They laughed a lot as the night went on.

After the clock struck 10:30, Amelynn decided it  was best she get home.
"Here, I'll walk you." Paul offered, asking where she lived.
"Um..."
"I'm not an axe murderer Ame." Paul joked.
Amelynn laughed at the joke and blushed at the nickname. She told Paul where she lived. But, despite Amelynn's "you don't have to go through all that trouble" Paul insisted, saying he lived right across the street, making Amelynn's heart soar.
The walk home was rather peaceful and the cool, night air was very calming.
  The two talked about the band, their backgrounds, and really just anything.
When they got to Amelynn's apartment, she thanked Paul.
"Of course, darling." He told her, smiling.
Amelynn felt passion. She liked Paul a lot.
She leaned in. Paul did as well. They kissed, Paul wrapping his hands around her waist, Amelynn, his neck.
Paul's lips were soft and tasted like chapstick. Amelynn loved it.
The two pulled away from each other.
"See you later, Ame." Paul waved.
"Bye, Paulie." Amelynn smiled, turning around and going inside.
Amelynn quickly got ready for bed, wanting to dream about the possibility of dating Paul, her wonderful nighttime kisser.