And He Loves You: Beatles One shots and imagines

Grocery shopping - Mccartney ( thats george but whatever)

"Paul!Pauuuuuuuul! James Freaking Paul McCartney ! I swear I'm going to burn your face off with a tire iron if you don't come down here now!" You shouted from the small kitchen of your shared house. He of course came running down the stairs worried he'd done something wrong. Instead though, he found you sitting on the kitchen floor, surrounded by empty cereal boxes and some Ketchup.

At first he look scared and out of breath, which turned to anger, confusion, then fits of laughter within seconds. " What on earth are you doing love?" He wheezed from the entrance of the kitchen. " I'm trying to eat. But we don't have any food, soooo I'm complaining,"

He looked at you still a bit amused then joined you on the kitchen floor. He was sitting across from you, his soft hazel eyes meeting yours with an angelic yet annoyingly dickish smile he said, " Well we must remedy that then. Y'know how grumpy you get when you're hungry,"

" Yes love, but we don't have any money, I hope you know," you replied, feeling, well, mostly hungry at the moment. He flashed a small smile and said, " Well I wasn't planning on going somewhere posh, how about the market."

You smirked and said, " I only go to posh grocery stores Macca, you know that," he frowned exaggeratedly which quickly turned into a smile he couldn't hide. Then, without another word he grabbed your hand, and your shoes, then pulled you out the door.

"Paulie wait!" You shrieked, as you tried to
pull on cream colored high healed shoes, over your knit stocking while walking. He chuckled and said, " Sorry N/n, I'll give you my arm and stop walking simultaneously. Very kind right?"

     You sneered through a smile as you pulled your shoes on, then continued walking for a bit. Until that is, you reached you're destination. A supermarket, although there was absolutely nothing super about the small, rundown, green and yellow shopping establishment, it was currently your favorite place in the world.

       " You're the best Macca," you smiled happily.  "Wait till you see this N/n," he said as in one fluid motion he grabbed a shopping cart and picked you up successfully flinging you inside; managing to be just careful enough to scare you, but not hurt you an any way. " What on earth are you doing love ?" You asked as he began pushing the cart, " I'm far too old to be pushed in a cart,"

  Paul smiles cheekily and said, " You're only nineteen, besides starry eyes, you're the one who was entirely set on food. At lest let us shop the right way," You sighed in contentment as you're amazing boyfriend Paul pushed you in a shopping cart down the grocery store isle.