The Beatles Imagines ❤️

| Paul |

"Why d'you have to be so bloody dramatic and such a perfectionist all the damn time, Paul?" Carissa yelled at her brother.
She was fed up with him. She didn't want to admit he was this way because her brother was truly one of the sweetest people she had known. She just felt so bad for John, George and Ringo because she loved them as well and didn't want them to have to go through that.
"Christ, Carissa I just want the damned music to be perfect! I get judged by every little thing I do! My outfits, my attitude, everything. So yes, I can be a little bossy. But I just want the best for us. I want things to work out." Paul crossed him arms, huffing and avoiding Carissa's gaze.
"I know, Paul. It's just that the boys don't deserve that. They're so sweet. So are you, don't get me wrong, but they just want to have fun. They give you the "support"," she air quoted, making Paul frown, "that you need. So please, for goodness sake, just be a little bit more understanding with the lads. They're good boys. Especially George and Ringo. They don't get the opportunities they deserve." Carissa suggested meekly.
Paul sighed. "You're right, Rissa. Even though I hate to admit it," he smiled lightly, making Carissa grin, "I love ye. Now come here." He told her.
She walked into his arms, feeling comforted by his brotherly embrace.
"I know I'm bloody bossy. I'll try to be more patient. I'm sorry. I'll talk to the boys tomorrow." Paul said.
"Thank you." Carissa smiled, flicking his cheek.
"Oi! I can take that back y'know." He told her.
"You wouldn't."