beatles one shots

girly. paul mccartney

Y/n was just a average female teenage, lived a quite peaceful and happy life with her mother and older sister. Your father was away at war at the moment. Your mother was a photographer that often photographer The Beatles, your favourite band EVER! You loved them all, but you loved Macca the very most.

"Y/N darling, can you come here please?" Your mother called from the kitchen. You hopped up and skipped your way into the room. "What is it mum?" You smiled.

"I have a surprise for you, since your birthday is coming up.." Your mother grinned, moving her hand on her lap, holding something. She had gotten tickets to see The Beatles for her birthday, but she also had gotten a invite to photograph The Beatles for her tenth time now.

Your mother held up the tickets. Your eyes widened and light up like the whole world all just stopped the war! "M-Mum!" You stuttered excitedly. "Are those...?"

Your mother nodded and smiled warmly. "I'll take you tomorrow for a new dress too," She added. She was going to take you to the photo shoot actually, but you didn't that at the moment.

You nodded and smiled brightly. "I can't wait, thank you mummy!" You ran over and hugged her tightly, giving her cheek a soft kiss too. You mother laughed and hugged you back.

**time skip**

Your mother banged her way into your way, causing you to groan in annoyance. "Y/N, time to get ready for the day!" She sang. You groaned again. "Oh, c'mon, we're going to get your new dress now.."

You sat up tiredly and yawned, stretching. "What about breakfast?" You asked, scratching your back and getting out of your comfy bed.

"It's on the table, get ready quick and you might be able to eat it warm!" Your mother smiled. "I'll be waiting, darling." She went downstairs and made herself a cup of tea while she waited for you.

You yawned again and got on your favourite dress. It was a beautiful shade of blue. You brushed your hair and put it up, before quickly getting your shoes on and getting downstairs

You ate a quick breakfast and scurried into the car to get going. Your mother walked out and got in moments later. She started the car, pulling out of the driveway, and heading down the street.

As your mother was driving, you noticed she wasn't driving the right way. Weird.. Maybe she forgot where the shop was..? "Hey mum, you're going the wrong way.." You spoke up. Your mother flashed a grin at you and pulled into a parking lot, parking her car. She got out after you. You looked around and your eyes widened.

"Isn't this.. The. Uh- Studio...?" You asked. Your mother smiled to you and nodded.

"Yep, I planned a date where you and The Beatles could talk for your birthday.. And so I can take photos for the papers," She explained.

Your eyes became glossy and filled with tears. You smiled shakily and broke out laughing. Your mother chuckled lightly before calming you down and bringing you inside.

After the long waits and talks with reporters, you finally got some alone time with just The Beatles and no mother or reporters. You smiled to them and noticed that John was smirking, Paul was avoiding eye contact, looking uncomfortable, Ringo was playing with his drumsticks, and then George was eating a sandwich. As per usual you thought.

John got up and whispered something to George. George responded with a nod and got up with Ringo too. The three left, leaving you and Paul alone. So that was why John was smirking! Hm, cheeky devil he is...

Paul crossed his legs and sighed softly. "Sorry, there's always like that." He smiled. You snorted and tried not to break out laughing. He was sitting like a girl with a skirt on, ha!

Paul tilted his head. "What is it love?" He was actually confused. You broke out laughing and trying to stop it to be polite. You knew reporters where listening and watching.

You stopped. "S-Sorry, you're just so... Girly-" You giggled lightly. He smiled in respond and giggled in a similar manor, a girly one. "See!" You pointed at him and laughed.

You both laughed for a bit. Paul was blushing embarrassed and so were you. You both were really embarrassed, you both knew that cameras were on you both the whole time. The. Whole. Time.

"I'm Paula McCartney, hello." Paul winked. You smiled.

"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Y/n." You replied. You shook his hand like you both just met.

You both again laughed and ended the interview. John glanced at George. They were just on the other side of the door of the interview room. You walked out and glared up at them both and pushed your way past Ringo. Ringo blinked and moved.

Paul glanced around the room awkwardly as the hips walked in. "She pushed me like I was trash.." Ringo mumbled, frowning.

"Oh, but you are so I mean," John replied shrugging playfully. Paul smiled at them and chuckled.

You walked out of the building and into your mom's car to get going back home to your birthday. Your mother turned the car on and drove the car out of the parking lot and started turning down the opposite street from which she took originally.

This made you really confused, but also excited. You remembered what you were doing, you were getting a dress for the concert! Oh yes, I remember now! Your mother parked the car and you both got out together, walking into the dress shop to buy a lovely new dress to wear to the concert.

After upon hours and hours, you finally picked out a dress. Your mother insisted that you wore a peachy coloured dress with polka dots, but you wanted to get a Y/F/C dress instead. In the end, you got the dress you wanted and she got the other dress for herself.

Once you got home, you phoned up your friend Rebecca to scream and cry to her about what happened that day, oh but she already knew since it was on the tellie earlier that day! You and your friend ended up falling asleep while on the phone.