I Saw Her Standing There

The Date

John's P.O.V.

It was Wednesday night and Paul was pacing the floor. He's so nervous. He's never this nervous. He's a fucking Beatle for the love of God. What could he do wrong! He must really like her. He's never acted this way before a date.

"Paul, sit down for a minute. Stop being so dramatic." I told him.

"I'm just scared. What if I mess something up and she doesn't like me. What if I say the wrong thing to make her hate me." He was super stressed about this.

"You're a fucking Beatle for the love of god. Your not going to fuck up. Trust me. You'll be fine." I carried out the I in fine. He would be though.

"Maybe you're right. I should stop worrying." He finally had sense.

"Get some sleep lad. Big day tomorrow!" I chuckled and the worried look reappeared. "Go to bed. You're being ridiculous." We both laid down and shut our eyes.

Paul's P.O.V.

It was Thursday morning. I woke up at 7 a.m. and was shaking all over. I could tell the boys noticed but they never said anything. At least not until I almost threw up. Why am I so nervous about this? It's just a date. It's not like I'm taking the bloody Queen out for tea. But she was a Queen, at least in my eyes she was. She was perfect. I'm sure if said it before but she's just so... amazing.

"Paul what do you plan on wearing?" John asked. I went out and bought a black sweater, white button-up, an a black tie. Is that too dressy? Am I over doing it? I took John into the room to see the outfit I picked.

"Lad that's too much. Don't wear the sweater or tie. Put a vest on over the shirt and unbutton the top of the shirt. You'll look great." He gave some good advice when it came to clothes.

It was 10 o'clock. I'm not ready for this. She's out I my league. Which is crazy because I'm a celebrity. You'd think I'd be out of her league but how did I get the perfect girl to go out with me?

"Paul, it's 10:30 you should head over there." George gave me advice. He was right. I got dressed, grabbed my wallet and walked to the diner. She wasn't there yet. I'm early. I walked into the diner and ordered a cup of coffee.

It was 10:50. "She's not coming" I said to myself. I finished my coffee and went outside and sat on a bench. Five minutes later she came down the street. "Hi." I greeted her with a smile.

"Hey." She said returning a smile.

"Shall we?" I extended my arm to her in hopes that she'd take it, which she did.

We walked down the street her telling me which ways we were going. We talked about how life was, how it was being an international star, how she was saving her tip money at the diner to travel to France someday. She was truly amazing. she walked me down this path in a park. It was beautiful like her. The trees were blooming, birds singing, there was a small pond were kids were feeding ducks.

"I come here sometimes after work to just, take in the nature." She had a glint of happiness in her eyes and I smiled.

A little boy stopped us. "My mommy loves your music!" He looked at me as his mother walked over.

"Tommy! What did I say about talking to strangers?" She turned to Makayla and I, "I'm very sorry-" She stopped talking and excitement was in her face. It wasn't as cute as when it happened to Makayla. "Mr. McCartney, I'm a huge fan!" I signed a napkin for her and Makayla and I started walking again.

We arrived at a restaurant about twice the size if the diner she worked at. "I've only been here about twice." She looked at the hostess, "A table for two please." We followed her and we were set in the back of the room.