And He Loves You: Beatles One shots and imagines

Stand by me~~McCartney

Isn't that picture hot? Sorry lol enjoy the story.

   You sat on the park bench looking up into the starry London night, it was cold but you couldn't be bothered to move. Paul had been a git lately, he'd been rude and demanding of you, he'd been in a mood for the past few weeks and you'd had enough of it. Sure he was tired and overworked but so where you, you had to work just as much as him to keep up with your job at the Rolling Stone, he wasn't the only tired one.

 He was probably looking for you right about now, you exepected to have about twenty minutes before he realized you weren't in the house, at work, or the library and come here. He knew you well and you had to be in one of those places. You sighed and ran a hand through your messy hair, your breath was visible in front of your face like smoke from a cigarette. You pulled Paul's jacket around your knees and bided your time, about five minutes.

  He was a good man, he tried, he just made you so tired sometimes with his petty, vindictive airs. And as if on a cue you head thunderous footsteps leading up to the bench and Paul, roses in hand,  with one swift movement got down on his knees, set the roses on the bench and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his head into your lap. "I'm sorry," he mumbled into your lap, holding you like you might disappear.

  "I'm not mad Macca, just stressed," you whispered to him, running a hand through his soft hair, smiling at the turn of events before you, "It's okay though, we both are," he chuckled bitterly at that statement and whispered, "I think the band is through love," he whispered, you could see moonlit  tears forming in his soft, boyish eyes, "I'm sorry my love," you mumbled kissing the top of his head, "It has been almost ten years though, that's a good long run," he nodded into your lap, squeezing you even tighter.

  "And even if the boys aren't always by your side," you whispered, " I promise I'll always stand by you, I promise," he kissed your hand that was nearest his face and whispered, "Like Ben E. King," you laughed and said, "Even better than him I swear, he left ages ago," Paul laughed and stood up, picking up the roses and pointing them at you,"These are for you," he said as he sat down by your side, "Not for Ben eh?" He shook his head and replied, "I've given up on the arse," he said and took your hand.

 You leaned in and kissed him on the lips, snaking your had around his need and pulling him closer, you felt him smile into the kiss, "I love you," he whispered, resting his forehead on yours, "I love you too, let's get home okay?" He nodded in return and you both got up, "That's my jacket isn't it?"