𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

PAUL.

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Paul McCartney.

Requested by @Noeeeliiaa

- thank you for the lovely request and i hope you enjoy it

warning: involves mention of physical abuse

*:･ﾟ✧

October, 1958

It was a cold, autumn evening in the English city of Liverpool. Orange and yellow leaves layered the ground in random patterns, local cafès filled the streets with the sent of tea, and the sight of warmly clothed people walked the sidewalks of their neighborhoods.

However, you were not one of those people.

You and Paul ran has fast as you could through the park filled with your childhood memories, Strawberry Fields. Paul's hand was gripping yours tightly as you two ran deeper into the park. The footsteps from behind you seemed to quickly fade away the faster you ran; seemingly losing the ones behind you.

"Where the bloody hell are you, McCartney?!" A booming voice yelled from behind you.

With him pulling you along, Paul quickly turned a corner and spotted a nearby tree. He quickly ran towards it, turned, and hid behind it, pulling you with him. He pulled you in front of him and peeked around the trunk. A few bushes covered you from the sight of those following you.

After a moment of silence, Paul spoke harshly, "I think we lost 'em."

"You think so?" You tried your best to catch your breath, placing your hand over your heart as you breathed heavily.

He chuckled, "Yeah. Those bastards are too stupid to find out where we are, anyway. Could take 'em hours to find us, let alone this place." He gently let go of your hand and combed it through his hair, causing a few strands to stand up. He sighed, "Jesus, that was close." He looked at you concernedly, "You okay?"

You peered around the tree one last time to see if anyone was following you, "Yeah, I guess."

Without looking back at Paul, you turned around and began to walk through the park. Your arms crossed over each other, trying to protect you from the chilly, autumn wind.

"'Ey, wait up." Paul called from behind you as he flattened the small strands of hair, shoved his hands in his pockets, and ran up to you. He chuckled at the sight of you shivering, "You cold?"

You rubbed your arms gently, "A little, yeah."

With another, small laugh Paul stopped in his tracks and pulled his hands out of his pockets, causing you to stop along with him.

"Here," He quickly took off his long, fall jumper and approached you slowly. "You need it more than me." He twirled the coat behind you and lightly placed it over your shoulders.

The warmth of it radiated off of you as he adjusted it to your size. You could smell the light sent of cigarettes and tea from the jumper, making the hairs on your neck stand up straight. Though your hands and legs were freezing to the touch, your arms and torso flushed with a toasty sensation.

You buried your face in the collar of the jumper. Paul seemed to noticed immediately and smiled warmly, "You warm?"

You nodded shyly, "Yes. Thank you, Paul."

"You're welcome," He backed away from you calmly, examining you in his fairly large jumper. You smiled timidly as he did so, looking down at the ground of leaves and your shoes.