TMR/TBS Imagines

Paul // Our Dreams (Pt.3) *REQUEST*

* This imagine was requested by mookahlatte
Thank you for being so patient with me since I've been lacking in updating lately with the new school year so I'm soooo sorry! I hope you like this one!

Warning: Big spoilers for the movie so if you haven't seen it, just know I spoil the ending. Also, I use quite a lot of cursing since I'm practically taking the scene from the movie and John curses a lot. *

Never did I think I would have such little time with my mother. Never did I think she would be ripped from me, weeks after she entered my life after leaving John and I all that time ago. Never did I think the car wouldn't stop.

Julia and I were just beginning to develop a relationship, just like her and John were. The two of us would spend time together at every one of the boys' gigs dancing along to the music we had heard them practice so much. She was just beginning to understand what kind of person I had become, the kind of daughter she hadn't raised. But that was ripped from me.

The day the news came, John and I weren't enough for each other, comfort wise. John rang Paul who stayed with me the next two days while John left. He didn't come home until a day later with his eyes bloodshot and his left shoe missing. He was a wreck in his own way and I was one in mine.

The day of the funeral was about as you would expect. Some people showed up, not too many but enough to show she wasn't completely forgotten. After her burial, everyone went over to Mimi's where drinks and food were being served.

Sitting across from the room was John, who's depressed and sullen aura basically left a bubble around him so nobody would dare approach. A woman once offered him food, but the glare he sent her scared her off to another room. Everyone practically left John on his own, except me.

I followed him everywhere he went as if I was his babysitter, to make sure he didn't start or get into trouble. He wasn't doing okay, but neither was I.

Paul sat beside me with his arm looped around my waist so my head could neatly fit on his shoulder. As much as I didn't leave John, Paul didn't leave me. He let me scream until my throat ached, and cried until there was nothing left. He sang a lot, thinking it would help keep me calm knowing the songs he was singing were the ones Julia had also heard. It did work, mostly, but not for everyone.

Paul grabbed the banjo- Julia's banjo- and strummed the strings gently so the sound remained low. Closing my eyes, I reminisced all the new memories I had of my mother- the short memories. Paul's playing was helping me, until John barged into the room.

"What is this?!" He barked and pushed past Pete who was trying to stop him. "Fucking group practice?" He ripped the banjo out of Paul's hands and lifted it over his head to smash it to the ground. Pete stood in front of him and grabbed the wrist holding the banjo.

"John, that's your mums!" Pete had the banjo in his hand when John turned his anger on him.

"She's fucking dead!" John punched Pete straight in the face with a loud popping sound when his nose broke. John pushed Pete backwards, who being already dazed from the ache in his swollen nose, collapsed backwards into George while John stormed out of the house.

I knew I probably should have been the one to go after him, but tears had already started rushing down my cheeks at the outburst my brother just made, not to mention the real reason why we were all here- my mother's funeral.

Paul ran after him while the rest of the band, plus myself, knelt beside Pete to make sure he was okay. After someone grabbed a cloth for him to wipe the blood gushing from his red nose, he was able to finally open his eyes and give us a half smile.

I ran outside to make sure my brother and my boyfriend were okay, only to gasp and clasp my hand over my mouth when John slammed his fist into Paul's cheek. Unlike Pete, Paul fell to the ground with blood gathering at the corner of his mouth.

As I broke out of the shock of watching John punch Paul, I helped get Paul back to his feet.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," John repeated while pulling Paul away from me and towards him. Once John had Paul hugging him back, tears fell down John's cheeks, before moving over to me and adding me to their hug.

"I was just getting to know her," he mumbled with his face in my hair.

As bad as I was feeling, I knew Paul knew exactly how we were feeling. He lost his mother last year, but he knew her his whole life, she raised him. I haven't had her all that long so I didn't have the same memories he shared with his mother. But there couldn't have been a worse feeling than losing your mother.

"I know. I know," Paul rubbed John's back while tightening the arm that was around me.

The three of us stood in that street for a few minutes with only the sounds of my crying and a dog barking down the street, until we went back inside. The boys still had an arm over each others shoulders when they entered the room.

John's face shifted into guilt as he gazed on Pete who's nose was covered by a rag. Once he took a step closer to Pete, Paul turned back to me and pulled me directly into him for a hug of only the two of us.

"I'm a dick," John said as he knelt in front of Pete. John put his hand on the back of Pete's neck and pressed their foreheads together while Pete cried into the towel. "I'm sorry, son." The other boys around were holding themselves together for me (and for John even though he would never admit it).

Paul loosened his arms around me so I could spin sideways and look at my brother and the band. John stood up, wiping his cheeks and sniffling to make it look like he hadn't just been crying.

"Alright, everyone stop fucking crying. We're supposed to be a rock and roll band, for Christ's sake," he laughed, along with the other boys and myself. When Bobby came in with a note written specifically for John and I, John took it outside once I told him I would read it later. For now, I wanted to have a moments rest with Paul.

"Never leave me," I whispered after I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face in it. He was shocked at first but held me tightly into his chest only a second later.

Kissing the top of my head, he replied, "never. I'm never leaving you."

Only, that wasn't entirely true. Him and the boys left later that month for Hamburg where their music had taken off. The boys were wonderful, and other places besides Liverpool were finally recognizing it.

The day they left was harder than the day I lost my mum. Of course I cried my eyes out while giving each boy, even the ones I had barely known the names of, a tight hug as my way of saying goodbye. As pathetic as it may sound, they were my family just as much as John or Mimi were.

Paul's goodbye was the longest and the hardest. It took Mimi an hour of pestering for me to finally let him go, only then did I move to hold his hand.

"Promise me you'll call when you get to Hamburg," I yelled, rushing out the door after Paul and John walked out of it. Paul turned back and smiled brightly while rushing back over to me. He fell into my arms while crashing me into a hard kiss.

"I promise I'll call when we get there," he assured me, pecking the corner of my lips and running back beside John. They waved once more before trudging down the sidewalk they had walked down a hundred times before, only this time when they got back, they wouldn't be the same boys as when they left.

Paul did call when they got to Hamburg, and he called me every week after that until he came back to me for good.