Paul Mccartney Imagines

11

I first met Paul during my gap year abroad in England. I was only supposed to be there for six months, but one chance encounter at a tiny café in Camden changed everything. Paul laughed loudly with friends, his presence taking up the whole room. I was sitting alone at a table, nose-deep in a book, when he walked up and asked what I was reading. From that moment, we clicked.

We became inseparable. He introduced me to his world—late-night pub crawls, impromptu road trips, and endless playlists of music I'd never heard. I stayed in London longer than I planned, but eventually, life called me back home to America.

When I moved back, Paul and I stayed close, talking every day, and I assumed we'd be best friends forever. Then I met Josh.

Josh was nothing like Paul. While Paul was easygoing and spontaneous, Josh was intense, confident, and always seemed to have a plan. He had a sharp jawline and meticulously styled brown hair that never seemed out of place. His wardrobe consisted of casual band tees and worn-in jeans, more like a biker-bad boy type. He was contrasting with Paul's tailored shirts and polished shoes. Josh carried himself like someone who knew exactly what he wanted, and I found that confidence irresistible at first.

He was charming, too. He could talk his way through anything—whether it was making me laugh after a long day or impressing my friends at parties. But there was a hardness to him, a sense of control that sometimes made me feel like I was always trying to keep up. Even his sarcasm, which had been amusing initially, sometimes stung more than it should have.

Still, he had his moments. He could be lovely when he wanted to be, showing up with thoughtful gifts or planning surprise weekends away. That pulled me in—the feeling that he was putting in effort even if he wasn't perfect. So, when he asked me to move in with him, it felt like the logical next step.

When Josh appeared, I was back home, settling into a new job and trying to reestablish a routine. Your relationship moved quickly, and before I knew it, we were serious. He asked me to move in with him, and part of me felt like it was the right next step. But I couldn't figure out why Paul had been distant since Josh came into the picture.

That was until tonight when Paul couldn't hold back any longer.

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I leaned back on the couch. Ul and I had been watching a movie when he got up to go to the bathroom. He'd been fidgety since I mentioned that Josh and I planned to move in together. His face, usually so calm, was lined with frustration.

"Why are you acting so weird?" I asked. His pacing stopped, and he stood still, hands shoved deep into his pockets.

"I'm not acting weird," he mumbled, eyes downcast.

I sighed, setting my drink on the coffee table. Yes, you are. I've been like this ever since I mentioned Josh. Do you have some problem with him or something?"

Paul stopped pacing and turned toward me, a flicker of something dark in his expression. He hesitated, clearly weighing his words before speaking. "I just don't think... I don't think moving in with him is a good idea."

I frowned. Why not? I've been together for over a year. t feels like the right step."

He shook his head. I don't know. Feel like you're rushing into this."

"Rushing?" I scoffed. Paul, we've been taking things slow for months. You know that."

He clenched his jaw, his frustration building, but he still didn't look me in the eye. Yeah, but... do you think he's the right guy for you?"