Imagine you were running to your best friend Paul's house in the middle of the night and it was pouring down rain. You had just gotten into a very bad fight with your boyfriend, Max. He had came home late and you accused him of being with another woman after smelling booze and cheap perfume on him. He had gotten angry and struck you across the face and threatened to kill you. So you had snuck out of the house when he passed out.
You finally reached Paul's house and ran up to the door and started pounding your fists against it. "Paul! It's me! Please open up!"
You waited a few minutes until the door finally opened.
"Y/N?" Paul asked sleepily as he rubbed at his tired eyes. "Not that I'm not happy to see you but do you have any idea what time it is?"
"I know, I know and I'm sorry for waking you up. But I had nowhere else to go." You sniffed as you felt your entire body start to shake.
His eyes widened when he saw the mark Max had left on the side of your face. "Y/N! What the bloody hell happened to yer face?" He demanded and reached out to touch it.
You flinched. "That's why I'm here. Max and I. We got in a bad fight. He h-hit me, Paul." You started shivering from the cold.
"Oh fuck, im an idiot. You must be freezing. Come in. Ill get you some warm clothes to change into.
You nodded and followed him inside. He walked back to his bedroom to get you clothes. You slowly started tugging off your wet clothes. First your jacket and then your shirt when Paul walked back in.
"Here you- Oh shit, im sorry Y/N!" He quickly covered his eyes and tossed you clothes. An old black tshirt of his and a pair of sweatpants.
"Uh, you know where the bathroom is." Paul said awkwardly, still covering his eyes.
You blushed. "Thanks."
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You stared at yourself in the mirror after you got dressed. Paul's clothes were a little big on you, but you didn't care. You touched the purple bruise on your cheek and winced. There was no way you were going to be able to cover this. You took a deep breath and walked back into Paul's living room.
You sat down on the couch just as Paul walked in from the kitchen with two cups of freshly brewed tea. "I made us some tea."
'Thank you." You said quietly. Paul handed you a cup and you took a sip.
"What happened to your face? I didn't hear you before." Paul asked as he sat down besides you.
" Max and i got into a fight."
Paul tensed up.
"I think hes cheating on me. He came home late smelling like cheap perfume. He was drunk and i comforted him about it and he got angry and hit me twice."
"I will fucking kill him." Paul growled and his face darkened dangerously.
"Paul, really-"
"I know what youre about to say and its not fucking okay, Y/N! He hit you. He physically put his hands on you. How can you even try to defend that wanker?"
"He was drunk. I just overreact-"
"Oh he was drunk? That totally makes it okay for him to lay his hands on you." Paul said sarcastically. "You ran all the way over here in the middle of the Night, pouring down rain."
"I dont know what to do, Paul." You brok down crying. You have been wanting to break up with Max but you were afraid of him.
"Leave him. You deserve better, a lot better." He wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "If he ever hurts you again, i will personally beat the shit out of him."
You rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. "Im so lucky to have a friend like you."
"Yeah, friend." You heard Paul mutter to himself.
You frowned and lifted your head up. "What was that?"
"Nothing."
"No, im pretty sure you said something-" You were cut off when Paul suddenly kissed you.
"Paul." You pulled away and looked at him in shock. "What was that?"
"A kiss." Paul simply said and looked away.
You rolled your eyes. "Obviously. Why did you do that?"
"It doesnt matter."
"Yes it does. Tell me."
"Im in love with you, alright? Ive always been in love with you."
"W-what?"
"You are so oblivious." He chuckled and shook his head. "I-" Paul was interupted by pounding on the door.
"Open up McCartney! I know shes in there."
You paled. Max.
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Paul McCartney Imagines
FanfictionImagines about Sir James Paul Mccartney. Most imagines have smut, sorry not sorry. Rankings: #172 in 60's Fanfic #340 in Beatles Fanfic #292 in Beatles Fanfic #261 in Beatles Fanfic #59 in Beatlesmania Fanfic #49 in Beatlesmania Fanfic #328 in Paul...