Undercover love: McLennon

Chapter 1

~ Paul's pov
"Sir McCartney!" Two men yelled as they burst into my room. "What's going on?" I asked confused. "We've got news that a man named Ringo Starr has issued death threats towards you sir!" I stood up and asked what this would mean for me. "We're gonna need to get you special protection, he's armed and dangerous!" I knew who Ringo was, although I wouldn't admit it. We went to high school together. I remember him vaguely because he disliked the way I was friends with his girl. She dumped him and he blamed me for it. Dumb bloke. I was now president of Britain, at a high level of power. I'm sure he just hated the fact he ended up in a mental institution and I ended up being the most powerful man in the country. Either way, this was serious. I knew he was crazy. He was taken away in high school after pulling a knife on the bird who dumped him.

"We're gonna need you to come with us." The large men said. They were both tall with a muscular build. I'm pretty sure they were security guards of sorts but they weren't doing much protecting. We walked into the main hall of my building and there was a skinny man sitting at the piano, playing a tune. "Who the hell is sitting at my piano?" I asked. "That's John Lennon sir, he'll be looking after you." The boy stood up and turned towards me. We were around the same height and he had light brown hair with a sharp nose. Quite a handsome bloke. However he didn't look like he could do much protecting either. "Hello Macca." He said. "I'm sorry?" "Haven't you heard that's what people are calling ye' now a days" "Well you can call me sir" I said, a little bit full of myself. "Okay, Macca." He said in a mocking tone, it made me smile. "I knew there was a man under there! Now come on!" He said motioning me to follow him down the hall. "I know this may be a little weird for you, I'm only gonna be around the area so ye don't have to worry about me breathing down yer neck." "Okay." I said awkwardly, as I kept strolling along side him. He didn't act very professional for an undercover spy, but he gave off a calming feeling which was what I needed right now.

~ Johns pov
I walked into the room I'd be staying for the next while, at least until I caught this bastard Ringo. What dumbass goes after the president? I'm usually hired for small jobs by overly anxious people or jobs that include a large group. This was my biggest mission yet and definitely the hardest. At least my sleeping situation was nice. The room I was given was huge and so was the pay for this job. My training was hardcore and although it didn't look like it, I sure as hell could fight. I hope Macca isn't too stressed or worried because of the way I look. He didn't seem too scared though, as if he wasn't surprised by the situation at all.