TMR/TBS Imagines

Paul // Our Dreams (Pt.2) *REQUEST*

* A part 2 to the Paul imagine was requested by CarbQueen and heeyyitsloraine I was really excited to do a Paul imagine again and this one ended up being my favorite imagine I've ever done! So I hope you guys like it! *

It didn't take any convincing from me to get John to let Paul join the band. He saw, just like I had, that Paul had a great talent when it came to singing and playing. And as I hoped, Paul was around for most of the time.

Paul would come over to our house to practice songs or write their own in John's room, or on the porch when Mimi grew tired of them. I wasn't ever allowed in the room with them since my brother didn't want me around. That didn't stop me from listening to them or going to their shows.

They were getting good, and other people were noticing too. They were getting gigs all over Liverpool that paid them actual money to play where tons of people would come and dance to the songs the group played. Also, they had gained a new member by the name of George who played almost as good as John and Paul.

They had yet another gig tonight, so me and my mum, Julia, were dancing together below the stage. When I would look up at the boys playing, Paul would already have his eyes set one me with an admiring smile on his face. Each time I would blush and look over at someone else playing, usually John.

When they finished playing, the band plus everyone in the audience celebrated another gig in the back with cigarettes and beers being passed around. As usual, I declined every one but let the boys have their fun.

"You did great, Paul," I said as he wiped off the sweat from his forehead. The band always came off the stage hot and sweaty from the energy they used to play and the bright, hot lights directed at them as they played.

His already red cheeks darkened a shade. He slipped his hand around my waist and pulled me against his side so he could hold me. "Thank you," he bashfully looked down at me before kissing me once on the cheek. We weren't anything yet. We weren't dating, there was no 'rock and roll', but there was definitely something unspoken between us.

"We should celebrate. Everything," Julia said, out of breath. "It's (Y/N) and John's birthday next week. I'll throw a party. My house, next Saturday." She didn't give anyone much room to say no, not that any of the boys would be up for saying no to a party.

"Can we get all boozed up?" Pete asked, taking a swing of the alcohol already in his cup.

"Only if I can," she smirked, making John obviously uncomfortable. He wasn't adjusting to mum as easily as I was.

"What do you think Johnny boy?" I asked.

He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth. "I think, I need to piss." The other boys laughed as he left. He passed a small girl who had been eyeing him all night, before taking her into the bathroom with him. I guess that's just rock and roll.

A little while later, the party had ended and mostly everyone had left. John was still in the bathroom with that girl, so I started my walk back to my house alone. I only made it past the venue when someone called after me.

Paul stopped right beside me with his once gelled hair now messy, which made him only ten times cuter in my eyes.

"I saw you walking alone, and thought I should walk you home. That is if you're okay with that because I would totally understand if you-"

"I would love it if you walked me home, Paul." He smiled and took my hand where he intertwined our fingers, strolling with me in the direction towards my house.