The Beatles preferences and Imagines

Take me home (part 2/3)

"Okay, calm down love, just tell me what
Had happened with John and David."
Paul says trying to calm you down
And stop crying.
"I- I" You began
"You can tell me love" Paul said softly.
As you explained the whole story and
Choked on tears Paul gave you an empathetic
Look.

Like the eyes of an angel, you would say.
You don't know why but when you looked at him,
You felt very safe around him, and all the sudden
You had the urge to give him something.
It was risky, but hell, it can't get any worse can it?

"Listen, y/n, I've never really told you this but
Even after all these years of our breakup, I still
Think you're the most beautiful girl, I've ever seen, and if I'm being completely honest with you, I Think John is an asshole for what he did. I know he's my mate but still, what he did wasn't called for" Paul said.

Everything was set into place as if it was destiny or something, because slowly as you leaned in for a kiss, he did the same. As your lips touched you felt something in your chest. You felt a little uneasy but you really wanted more.

The kissing got more and more passionate and one thing lead to another, and before you knew it, morning had came.

As you laid in Paul's bed, wrapped up in his sheets you looked over at Paul while the sun shined in your eyes. You kept thinking about John and how you felt bad because you had lost a friend. A really good friend. I guess he wasn't that good considering he ruined all your dates, but at the same time, if he hadn't ruined this one, you wouldn't have went to seen Paul.

"Y/n, love, What are you thinking about?" Paul has woken up and you hadn't noticed.
"Well, you, I guess" you chuckled.
His soft hands touched your face and
Said,
"I hope to God this doesn't ruin anything"
"Ruin...?" You asked curious.
"Our friendship, Me and Johns friendship,
All that stuff." he sighed,
"I really like you y/n, and I haven't felt the way I do with anyone else like how I do with you."
He confessed.
"I really like you too Paul, but I'm not sure about anything at the moment. My trust for certain people have faded and you never know. Maybe this just isn't the right time." You said gently.
He nodded his head and the words
"I understand" came out of his mouth.

You got dressed slipped him a kiss, and told him you would call him later. You got a taxi, ride home and when you arrived their was a note on the door. You rolled your eyes automatically seeing Johns handwriting. You were gonna throw it away but you thought why not see what kind of dumb apology he had came up with.

As you thought, the letter consisted of an apology but in a cocky way. You rolled your eyes and lit a few candles, and while you were at that, you burned the note with the narcissistic apology.

You took the candles into the bathroom, ran a bubble bath and just relaxed.
"I love myself, I love myself..." you kept repeating.
A sudden knock on your bathroom door shook you for a second and you knew exactly who it was considering you had given him a second key.

"Get out!" You screamed.
"Y/n, please, I'm sorry!" He yelled through the door.
You breathed, and then decided you would talk to him. Oh yeah, you would talk to him alright.
"John, wait on the couch, I'll be there in a second."

You got out, got dressed and took a look in the mirror where anger was behind closed doors and
John was in for a little surprise.

You opened the door and he stood up, waiting for you to enter the room.
"Y/n, I-," you bitch slapped him.
"No John, listen to me, you have NO right to come into my apartment and make this dumb, narcissistic apology! I thought you were my friend! Friends don't lie, friends are supportive and you're supposed to trust your friends!" You ramble on.

As you yell and your words stab him like knifes he just sits there and takes it all in. He didn't mean to hurt you, he just wanted you to himself, and he was waiting for the right time to make a move, but after that rant, he had never felt like shit more in his entire life. He knew he fucked up, and he knew it would be hard to get you back in his life but harder to ever have the chance to be with you.