She's Leaving Home - Paul McCartney x Reader

16

I yawn, stretching my arms out wide. I hit something soft with the back of my hand,

'Ow'

Paul is frowning, rubbing the tip of his nose. I smile, and kiss his nose lightly,

'Sorry, Paul'

He kisses my lips gently, and I kiss him back. Both of us face each other so that we can kiss properly. The door swings open; John's in pyjama bottoms with no top on, he has a toothbrush hanging from his mouth and toothpaste is frothy around his mouth. He's also wearing his glasses for once,

'Oi lovebirds, get yer hands off each other for a minute will you?'

He picks up a pillow from the end of Paul's bed and throws it at his head. I've turned to face John but Paul has moved to kissing my neck. That was until the pillow hit him square in the side of the head. Paul growls and picks it up furiously to pelt it back at John, but he ducks and the pillow falls to the floor. Paul rolls his eyes and goes back to kissing my neck; it tickles and I don't need any more love bites. I put my head to my shoulder, preventing Paul's contact,

'Paul! Listen to John'

I giggle and Paul huffs, turning to face John. John shakes his head,

'Unbelievable, all you do is shag, can you not keep off each other for a second while I announce my news?'

Paul perks up slightly,

'Firstly, we don't shag all the time, we haven't in at least two days, Secondly, what news? You never do anything.'

John narrows his eyes,

'Thanks, Paul. I bet you'll be satisfied with the fact that it's not really my news. Its Laurel's-'

My eyes widen and I gasp,

'Oh my god she's not pregnant is she?!'

John laughs,

'No, Nance, she's not pregnant-'

I sigh with relief and John continues,

'Her and George are hosting a party tonight or George's birthday (even though it's still a week away bit weird). She told me to ask you two about it while her and George prepare'

'Where is it? I hope she's not planning to have it in my uni room'

'No no, George's parents are on holiday, it's at his'

I nod,

'I'll be there! Paul you up for it?'

He nods,

'Yeah, I'll come'

John starts to leave, as he reaches the door frame he turns on his heel,

'By the way, there's a dress code. The theme is 'Hollywood' '

Paul grimaces,

'Not another suit!'

'Paul, you look so handsome in a suit'

John nods from the doorway,

'You're right Nance, stunning'

Paul laughs at him, he kisses my cheek,

'Thanks, love. Thanks John... I think'

John laughs,

'It's at 7, I'll see you there'

'Bye John!'

I get out of bed, and grab my bag. I put on the clothes I wore yesterday and sit in front of Paul's mirror, touching up my makeup and redoing my hair. I brush it through and then tie it in a high ponytail. I decide to keep my makeup light; I'd be going all out later. Paul sits up, rubbing his eyes,