I'm a hopeless romantic so I write stories about The Maze Runner's Newt or Thomas Brodie Sangster. Most of them are sweet but some are heartbreaking. Thanks for reading and voting! :)
* This imagine was requested by mookahlatte For those who don't know, Paul McCartney is the character Thomas Sangster plays in the movie Nowhere Boy. I was really excited to do this one because I haven't seen many of him. I hope I did a good job with this one! *
My brother always told me he had a love for music. It was obvious with the rhythms he would play on his guitar or the tapping of his feet every time a song played in the little diner down the street. I just never thought he would end up being good.
When he heard about a concert going on at the fair, he immediately signed his band up. They called themselves The Quarrymen.
The small audience that gathered around the stage below them was dancing along to the beat. Even I danced with a small girl I knew who lived in our town and my mum who was just as supportive of John as I was— unlike out aunt. John's band was gaining and losing members just as fast as it was created.
After their 'gig', as he called it, finished, they celebrated them playing their first ever gig with beers and cigars moving around the room until each boy was either holding one, or both. I sat perched on a table with my legs swinging back and forth, avoiding every offer the boys gave me.
"John, John!" Ivan, their unpaid and unofficial manger of their band entered the room with a boy behind him.
I had never been that into boys before. I kept to my studies and used my brother as an example of what not to look for in a boy. But this boy had me with wide eyes and a dropped jaw; he was extremely handsome. His hair was gelled into one thick, messy curl in front of his forehead, his brown eyes matching perfectly with the cream color of his jacket. He looked nothing like John or any of his friends. He looked... nice.
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"This is Paul, John," Ivan gestured to John who was puffing his chest out to show off to Paul. "I met him at school. He's plays too." It took me till now to notice the guitar on his back strapped around his chest.
"What, with himself?" John joked, making the other boys laugh. Paul sheepishly glanced at the floor and up at me, where his eyes widened and darted back to the floor. He obviously wasn't prepared for some rude comment my brother would make. "I do it all the time. It's good for the wrist muscles."
"Leave him alone, John," I pushed John's chest back and held my hand out for Paul. A small smile spread across his face, pushing his cheeks upwards and into his eyes. "My names (Y/N)."
John grabbed my shoulder before Paul's hand could reach mine, and shoved me behind him. "Don't pay any attention to my sister. I'm John." I smiled again, hearing the accent in his voice when he said his name.
"Wanna beer?" John gestured to the boys behind him who had a cooler filled with them.
"I'd love a tea," Paul replied, sending the boys into hysterics. I, unlike them, fell harder for Paul because he really wasn't like the other boys. Even just meeting him for a minute I knew there was something different about him, and I really liked different.
