From The Beatles: Book 2 {COMPLETED}

#18: Paul

Imagine having a date with Paul at the skating rink. You weren't that great, but Paul was another story. He went fast, went backwards, he could probably dance on skates! You were standing in the mirror, looking at your appearance one last time before heading out the door.

"Hopefully I don't look too formal, or too casual, or too-" You were interrupted by the sound of a car horn. You walked over to your window, seeing Paul waiting in his Cadillac. You smiled, biting your lip as you ran almost tripping down the stairs. Let's just say you're clumsy.

Grabbing your coat, you walked to his car, hopping in the car as a smile also crossed his face.

"Ready to skate your legs off?" He asked, pulling out of the driveway.

"Yep, hopefully I won't fall like last time." You joked.

He laughed, your cheeks bursting a scarlett. The car ride was pretty normal, just random conversations you and Paul have all of the time. Arriving in front of the building, you started to become nervous, and guessing Paul noticed.

"What's wrong y/n?"

You took a deep breath, "I'm okay trust me."

"You know I don't believe you." He smirks.

"I'm just afraid of falling and embarrassing myself. You're awesome at it, but me? I'm just gonna look like Bambi when first trying to walk."

Paul put a hand on your shoulder, "Don't worry, I'll teach you and make sure you don't fall. Besides, I wouldn't want to make you blush so much." He winks.

*~*

You and Paul skated the night away, and not once did you fall thanks to him. When Paul tried to make you skate backwards, you almost fell before Paul caught you. You caught yourself in time, looking up into his beautiful face.

Before you could say anything, Paul pressed his lips against yours, a spark in your heart flew. You cupped his cheeks, feeling the warmth travel as your lips were in sync. You pulled away, smiling at him.

"So...this whole time...you-"

"Yes...y/n. I liked you." He laughed, grabbing your hand.

~*~

"I wish we told one another sooner." you smiled, keeping your head on his shoulder. Paul drove you home, walking you up to the door. You still...kept your hands together.

"Tomorrow?" He asks.

"Tomorrow." You smile, giving him a goodnight kiss.

You had Paul, and Paul had you.

A/N: Yass Spring Break for me!!! I hope you guys really like this imagine, I got inspiration thanks to my best friend gigglemonster9000 Vote, comment, tell me what you think!!! :3