Sweetest Little Show - Paul McCartney Fanfiction

Chapter 9 - Compliments

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I woke up and felt someone bouncing on my bed. My eyes fluttered open when I realised it was an impatient Paul, yelling at me to wake up. I yawned as I stretched out, but seeing me wake up didn't stop Paul.

"Wake up Jackie, wake up! It's time to get up! Get up, get up, get up!" Paul shouted as he bounced on my bed.

"Good morning to you too Paul," I sighed. "Do you mind getting off my-"

"Wakey wakey! Let's go! Get up! Get up!" Paul kepted shouting.

"Aw quit it, McCartney," I groaned, throwing the covers off as I got myself out of bed.

Paul gave me a toothy, goofy grin as he stood up. "Good morning," Paul sang. "Get dressed, there's somewhere you've gotta be."

"What?" I asked in confusion. "Where do I have to be? And how do you know?"

"Because I know everything. Now get ready, it's already 10," Paul said. "By the time I'm back here, you and I better hope you're dressed."

"Yeah yeah, like you won't just barge in for your pleasure," I said, rolling my eyes.

As I got ready, I was trying to recall anything I was supposed to attend, but nothing came to mind. All I thought was that today was another free day for me, unless it had something to do with the movie I just shot. Maybe an interview or press conference? A meet and greet session? Maybe my manager just wanted to meet up. Either way, I was completely confused.

When I had dressed and did my hair, I looked in the mirror. I scrunched up my nose in disgust when I looked at the reflection, I looked funny and stupid. I sighed, taking off my shirt and deciding that this shirt was way too small and now looked silly. After a while, I decided that a simple dress would have to do. I dug through my wardrobe before I found a dark red dress. This always seemed to work for anything when I wore it, so I just decided to throw it on.

While I was in the middle of unfolding my dress, the door opened and I heard a gasp. I looked over, and my eyes widened as I saw a blushing Paul standing in the doorway, frozen. "Oh my god! Paul! What is it with you always coming in when I'm changing?" I asked, turning around and quickly throwing the dress on.

"Sorry! I thought you finished, it's been like 10 minutes!" Paul said. I looked behind, and of course he still had his eyes on me as I zipped the dress on at the back.

"Well quit looking you perv! Bloody hell, McCartney, you're an idiot sometimes," I complained. I tried to move my body around, but this zip wouldn't budge. Very annoying when you had a staring Paul McCartney there.

"You need help with that, dear?" Paul asked. He came behind me, and fumbled around with the zip. "It's stuck, love, you've got it caught on your dress."

"Yep, great for the situation," I said. "Y'know, you and I both are lucky I had my undergarments on. God, I'd wanna curl into a ball and disappear if you saw me completely naked."

Paul grunted, pulling at the zip until it came free. From there, he effortlessly pulled the zip up, patting my back when he was done. "I don't see the problem, you've got a nice body y'know," Paul said, smirking. "Honest, you're just beautiful."

I looked down at the dress that hugged my body tightly and showed a lot of my curves. A frown painted on my lips when I looked back up at him. "No need for compliments Paul, I know what I look like. I ain't no supermodel or anything," I said, shrugging.