Paul McCartney Imagines

{All Along (Part 2/2)}

Paul's face darkened once more. "Go to my room. Ill take care of him."

Your eyes widened. "Paul, youre not going to kill him, are you?"

"Of course not, i'm just going to beat the living shit out of him to the point where he wishes he was dead."

"Paul! Hes bigger than you. I dont want him to hurt you." You panicked.

"Y/N, relax. Ill be fine. Go back to my bedroom and close the door. I wont let him hurt you. I promise."

You nodded and sniffed. Paul kissed your forehead and you slowly walked back to his bedroom and prayed quietly to yourself. Max was extremely violent when he was drunk and you didn't want him to hurt Paul.

"McCartney!" You heard Maxs loud voice as Paul opened the door.

"Whats up, Max?" Paul asked. You could hear the anger in his voice.

"Where is she?" Max demanded.

"Wheres who?"

"Y/N. I know shes here man. I suggest you tell me where you are hiding her."

"She doesn't want to see you, now leave before I do something I won't regret." Paul growled.

"Is that a threat McCartney?"

"I fucking believe it is. Now get outta here. She doesn't want to see you."

"She's my girlfriend." Max snarled as he tried to push past Paul.

"Leave now." Paul demanded once more, this time louder.

"She's in your bed isn't she? I always knew she was a little whore." Max sneered.

Paul has had enough. He drew his fist back and punched Max right in the face. Max stumbled back as he grabbed ahold of his nose.

"Don't you dare call her that!" Paul snarled and punched him again, this time in the stomach. Max doubled over in pain. "Fuck!"

"Touch her again and i will kill you."

"You can have the little bitch. I was going to break up with her anyways." Max spat before leaving.

"Pussy!" Paul called out before closing the door. You came out of the bedroom. You ran over and hugged him tightly. "Oh my god, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Paul chuckled. "Im fine, love. My fist just hurts a little."

"Oh Paul. Im so sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Y/N. The fucker had it coming. He wont be bothering you anymore." Paul kissed your head.

You looked at him and smiled. He smiled back at you. Suddenly you started leaning in and so did he. His lips meet with yours for the second time. This time you didn't pull away.

"I love you, Y/N." Paul murmured againist your lips.

You pulled away and smiled at him. You couldn't believe it took you this long and dating an asshole to realize you've been in love with Paul all along. He had always been there for you and tonight proved it. "I love you too, Paul."

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