Beatles Imagines (Slow Uploads) [Temporarily Discontinued]

Encounter at the Bar (Paul)

"Alright! Alright!" I sighed into my phone as my 'friends' asked me yet again to go to the club with them. The last time I went none of them showed up. The time before that, two of them got blackout drunk and ditched me.

I hung up the phone and walked down the street towards the nearest club. There weren't very many people there so I walked up to the counter and ordered a drink. The bartender gave me my drink, and I drank it and looked around at the semi-empty club.

I was about ready to get up and leave as I heard the screams of exited girls. Like a stampede they all crowded the door so I couldn't see what the fuss was about. "Well I'm not getting outta here for a while." I mumbled softly to myself.

"What'd you say love?" A person brushed against my shoulder, and sat next to me.

"Ay! Back off of 'im!" I heard a man yell from the corner. "Fan out about us, e's talkin!"

The man beside me chuckled. I turned around to look at the man next to me. My eyes met with Paul McCartney. I opened my mouth and a small squeak escaped me.

"Hello." He smiled. "Nice day isn't it?" He asked me casually as if he was talking to an old friend, and not some girl he just met in a pub.

"Uhhh" I was a little dumbfounded.

"There isn't isn't a single cloud in that blue sky." Paul said dreamily looking out the window. I sat there moving my mouth trying to get a sound to come out of my mouth. Paul McCartney was talking to me and the idiot that I am can't mouth a single word. "So, what's your name love?" He asked finally addressing me by making eye contact with me.

"(Y/n)" I said a little too quiet. "(Y/n) (l/n)" I said a little louder this time.

He smiled "(y/n)" he looked pleased. "It just rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?" He still had his cheeky grin. "(Y/n)" he kinda sang it. "Well Mrs. (L/n) would you like to accompany me this evening to dinner?"

I squeaked. "Really?" My eyes went wide.

He chuckled "yeah. A pretty girl with a pretty name has got to have a pretty interesting personality doesn't she?" He looked into my eyes. "Why don't you meet me at the restaurant next door at 8 and I can get to know (y/n) (l/n) shall we?"

"O-ok" I stuttered out. I smiled ear to ear. I practically skipped out of the door past the crowd of girls. Paul McCartney was smooth and I got to go on a date with him. Now to choose the nicest clothes I owned to wear tonight.