60s Imagines

Paul McCartney

I groaned, slowly waking up to the sounds of banging on my hotel room door. "Go away." I yelled into the pillow.

"Y/n, it's Paul. Come on, wake up." He kept knocking.

I groaned even louder while managing to actually pull myself out of bed. I opened the door with a scowl. "Someone better be dying Mr. McCartney."

"Yeah me. Of boredom." He joked, pointing at himself.

I walked away from the door to let him into the room. I picked up the alarm clock next my bed. "Paul. I know this isn't much of a vacation for you since you have shows and interviews to do, but this is a vacation for me. I was planning on sleeping in, but now since I'm up at the crack of dawn!" I emphasized towards the end. "I can't. So please Paulie. Tell me what was so important." I sat on the edge of the bed with my legs crossed and my hands together to pretend like I was interested.

He laughed. "Quit your bellyaching and get dressed." He opened up my suitcase and began throwing clothes over his shoulder which landed on my head.

"Paul stop!" I tried to dodge the other articles of clothing.

"Oooo." He turned towards me with my bra in his hands. "Can't forget this."

I ripped it out of his hands. "You're right. It supports me, unlike you. Now get out." I began to push him towards the door.

"Wait." He tried forced himself back inside. He was just left wedged in between the door and its hinge. "You didn't even hear my plans for today."

I put my hand on my hip while the other one was on the door, blocking Paul. "Maybe if you weren't such a perv or if you didn't wake me up so early, I would listen."

He rolled his eyes and pushed his way back in. I just sighed and gave up. "Look, I know you and I aren't the greatest of friends, but today is our off day. No shows or anything. John is with Cynthia and the baby, Ringo said he was going shopping, and George... well, George is probably off eating somewhere."

I stifled a laugh. He continued. "I want to spend my day with you."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "But you said it yourself. You and I don't get along so well."

"It's not that we don't get along. We are just... acquaintances?" He tried to find the right word. "We need to go to know each other better."

I shrugged, agreeing with him. "I suppose you're right. What'd you have in mind?"

He walked over to the window and opened up the curtain. He pointed somewhere. "See that park over there?" I walked to where he was standing and I nodded. "That park doesn't have too much people there at the moment. Plus it looks beautiful from the outside making me question what it's like on the inside." He looked out of his peripheral vision to gaze at me.

"Well the weather is quite lovely today." I looked up at the colorful sunrise sky. I sighed and turned to Paul. "I meet you in the lobby in 20."

He smiled and gave me a sloppy kiss on the cheek. I wiped it off with a disgusted look on my face. Once he left, I changed into a light yet pretty outfit. I fixed myself up and took the elevator all the way down to the lobby.

Once there, I saw Paul sitting on a couch, smiling at me with two breakfast pastries in his hand. "Well, aren't you just the prettiest bird in all of the land? This is for you." He gave me the pastry.

I looked down to hide my blush. "Thank you to both."

He turned his body to the door and curved his arm at his side. "Shall we?"

I jumped to his side to face the door and linked with him. "Let's."

We decided to walk to the park since it wasn't that far. We past a bunch of couples who were simply walking together like us. Except, I am not with Paul. Paul is just Paul and I'm just me.

"Let's go over there." He pointed somewhere. Before I could see where he was pointing, he was already dragging me along.

He led me to a tunnel like thing that looks like it's made of painted glass. Our eyes lit up like we were children.

"Wow." Paul exclaimed before he put his hand over his mouth due to the surprise from the echo. "Hello?" He started playing with the echo.

I'm put my head in my hands. "Oh no..."

"Try it y/n. It's fun. My name is Paul!" He couldn't stop laughing at himself.

I let the adult side of me go while I played along. "Hi." I heard a quiet echo back.

"No no no. You have to have more energy and be louder than that." He tisked at me.

"Hi!" I said a bit louder.

"No. Try this." And he screamed. He screamed so loud that everyone in the park turned towards us.

We stopped and looked around at everyone. "Maybe that was too much energy." Paul bit his lower lip, embarrassed.

I giggled and placed my hand on the top of his arm. "Only you, Paulie dear."

After walking away from the embarrassment, Paul led me to a sweet little garden with nobody around.

"I wonder why there is no one here. This place is amazing." I sat down, surrounded in beauty.

Paul picked a flower out of the ground. "Don't jinx it. This moment is perfect." He handed the flower to me.

I gasped. "Paulie! That's illegal."

He laughed. "What are the police gonna say? You are under arrest for picking a flower? Honestly, the arrest would be worth it."

"You would go to jail for me?" I gave him an 'are you kidding me' face.

"Yeah." He said casually.

I gave him a light shove on his arm. "Oh what a lovely day." I smiled.

He smiled back at me. "And the day has just started."

I groaned and giggled at his reference of waking me up so early.

He stood up and brushed himself off. "As much as I'd love to sit in this garden forever, there's much more to this park that I'd love to explore with you." I blushed. He held his hand out to me. "Come away with me."

I grinned with glee, knowing that I wanted to make the most of my day with the sweet and romantic Paul McCartney.